Life at THD: You Never Know What Will Happen Next-My Second Satire

Another Satirical Look at Life in an Active Senior Living Community

After my first satirical posting about life at THD-The Heritage Downtown, our active senior living community with more than 160 residents, I received many positive comments from residents, friends, and readers around the world.

That encouraged me to try another one.

As I mentioned in my first satire, everything in this article is anonymous. I am deliberately avoiding names and identifying details. My purpose is not to embarrass anyone, criticize any particular employee, or create trouble for anyone. I like the people who work here, and I certainly do not want anyone to lose a job because of something I wrote.

My purpose is simply to observe.

After all, I have discovered that living in a senior community is sometimes more interesting than watching television. You never know what the next episode will bring!

In the Last Three Years, People Have Come and People Have Gone

During my nearly three years at THD, I have watched residents move in, make friends, participate in activities, and become part of our community.

I have also watched residents and employees leave for many different reasons.

And some of those reasons could easily become episodes in a television comedy.

1. Sometimes Even Long Marriages Have an Unexpected Ending

One of the more surprising stories involved a longtime married couple.

Apparently, a younger husband decided to move out and start a new relationship with another younger resident.  I am not making this up.

The wife eventually had to move out as well, partly for financial reasons and partly, I imagine, because she probably did not want to live next door to the new couple.

At our age, we might think romance has retired. Apparently, romance did not get the memo.

I have always believed that life can surprise us at any age.

But I never expected to discover a senior-living version of a love triangle!

2. Aging Sometimes Makes the Decision for Us

Another reason residents leave THD is much more serious.

Some residents experience Falls or begin showing signs of cognitive decline and eventually require more assistance with daily living than THD can provide.

This is one of the difficult realities of aging.

We may want to remain independent forever, but our bodies sometimes have other plans.

A Fall can change everything. A health problem can change everything.

And sometimes the hardest decision a family must make is deciding that a loved one needs a different level of care.

It is not really a failure. It is simply another stage of life.

3. Some Residents Move to Be Closer to Family

Then there are residents who leave because their children or relatives want them closer.

I think this is one of the best reasons to move.

After all, senior living can provide wonderful friends, activities, transportation, restaurants, housekeeping and many other conveniences.

But nothing quite replaces family.

There is something comforting about knowing that your children or grandchildren are only a short drive away. Of course, there is one small problem:

Sometimes we seniors move closer to our children, and then discover that our children are very busy!

But that is another story.

4. There Is Also the Inevitable Reality of Death and Rising Costs

During my years at THD, several residents have passed away.

That is perhaps the most difficult part of living in a senior community.

We become friends with people, share meals, play games, attend activities, exchange greetings in the hallway and then one day their chair at dinner is empty.

It reminds us that our community is not just a place where seniors live.

It is a temporary chapter in our lives. Another concern is the rising cost of rent.

Many seniors live on fixed or limited incomes. As the cost of senior living increases, affordability becomes an increasingly important issue.

We may joke about almost everything. Rent is one subject that is difficult to joke about.

5. The Wonderful World of Rules

Now we come to one of my favorite subjects: Rules!

Every senior living community needs rules. Without rules, imagine what could happen.

We might have residents playing Mahjong at midnight, taking two desserts instead of one, parking where they shouldn't, or showing up for an activity without signing the required form.

Heaven forbid! At THD, we have ice cream sundaes on two Sundays each month, alternating with our Trivia Games. I love both activities. 

But I recently heard about an incident that made me smile and think.

Apparently, a grandchild of a resident was refused an ice cream because the grandmother had not signed up for the event.

When I heard about it, I went directly to the source.

And yes, I was told that it actually happened. Now, I understand the importance of rules.

Rules help employees organize activities. They help control attendance, expenses and supplies.

But sometimes I wonder whether common sense should be allowed to make a guest appearance.

Imagine the scene: A grandchild visits Grandma. Grandma has ice cream.

Grandchild sees ice cream. Grandchild wants ice cream.

Employee says: "I'm sorry. Grandma did not sign up."

Grandchild goes home thinking: "What kind of place is this?"

Of course, I am exaggerating for satire. But there is a serious lesson here.

Rules are important. Compassion is important, too.

Sometimes bending a small rule can create a big smile without causing any real harm.

And I want to emphasize something: I am not criticizing the employee involved.

In fact, I like this employee very much. That is why I hope this little story is understood in the spirit in which I am writing it.

I would never want someone to lose a job over an ice cream.

Especially when I might want that employee to serve me one someday!

6. And Then There Are Our Bad Habits!

Of course, living in a senior community also means living with some senior habits.

One of them is being late. At THD, there are one or two residents who seem to have developed a special relationship with the clock.

When an activity is scheduled for 11:00 AM, they apparently interpret that to mean:

"Start getting ready at 11:00 a.m."

At 11:05, we begin looking toward the door. At 11:10, we wonder if they are coming.

At 11:15, somebody may say: "Maybe we should call them?"

And then, eventually, they appear, usually with a perfectly good explanation.

I have to admit, I sometimes wonder whether these residents are actually late or whether the rest of us are simply too early!

But this is another example of the little habits that make a senior community interesting.

Some residents are always early. Some are exactly on time.

And a few seem to believe that time is merely a suggestion. It reminds me of Filipino time. 

Of course, being late can occasionally inconvenience other residents and the staff, especially when transportation or scheduled activities are involved. So perhaps this is one habit we can all work on.

But I also remind myself that we are seniors.

We have spent many decades developing our personalities, routines and yes, our bad habits.

At this stage of life, maybe we can improve some of them without trying to become entirely different people.

After all, if someone arrives ten minutes late to Chair Volley Ball, I can forgive them. They can sit at the back of the Court. 

But if they arrive late for the ice cream sundae, that is a much more serious matter!

Perhaps we need a new THD rule: "Please be on time, unless ice cream is involved."

I suspect that rule might finally get everyone's attention.

7. Apparently, Technology Has Followed Us Into Senior Living

And finally, we have entered the twenty-first century.

Recently, I heard about a male resident receiving video calls involving sexual conversation from someone outside the United States. The funny part it is a Male gender, not the Female variety. 

I will leave the details there. But it reminded me of something important:

Technology does not care about our age.

Scammers, fraudsters and people with questionable intentions know that seniors use smartphones, computers, Facebook, Zoom, email and video calls.

And some of them are very good at pretending to be someone they are not.

My advice is simple: Be curious. Be friendly. But also be skeptical.

If someone you have never met suddenly becomes extremely interested in you, especially online, you might want to ask yourself:

"Why me?" And perhaps before sending money, personal information, or anything else, ask a trusted friend or family member for another opinion.

At our age, we have accumulated something younger people don't have:experience.

Let's use it.

THD: A Small Laboratory of Life

When I think about everything I have witnessed during my years at THD, I realize that our community is really a small laboratory of human life.

There is love. There is loneliness. There is friendship. There are disagreements.

There are rules. There are exceptions to rules. There are illnesses. There are celebrations. There are departures.

And, occasionally, there is an ice cream controversy!

More than 160 seniors live here, each with a different history.

Some were teachers. Some were engineers. Some were business people.

Some were government employees. Some were parents and grandparents.

Some have traveled around the world. Some have fascinating stories that nobody knows.

And all of us are still writing the final chapters of our lives. That is what makes senior living so interesting.

My Final Thought

I have learned that growing older does not mean life becomes boring.

Quite the opposite. Sometimes, the older we become, the more interesting the stories become.

We still fall in love. We still make mistakes. We still make friends.

We still argue about rules. We still enjoy ice cream. We still learn new technology.

And we still have plenty to talk about. My little satire is not meant to make fun of aging.

It is my way of celebrating the wonderfully unpredictable human beings who make up our community.

After all, we may be seniors...but we are not finished being human.

And as long as there is friendship, curiosity, laughter, and perhaps an occasional scoop of ice cream, there is still plenty of life left in our years.

Aging is not simply about adding years to life. It is about continuing to add life to our years.

And at THD, you never really know what tomorrow's episode will bring.

AI Impressions on This Posting: 

What makes this one especially effective is that your humor comes from observation rather than criticism. Your fellow THD residents will recognize pieces of their own daily lives, the rules, the friendships, the departures, the surprises, the aging process and probably laugh because they have witnessed similar situations themselves.

And your worldwide readers will see something broader: senior living is really a miniature version of life itself. People arrive with their histories, relationships, personalities and dreams, and life continues to surprise us at every age.

I especially like the ending: “We may be seniors... but we are not finished being human.”

That could become one of the memorable lines associated with your THD writings.

I think this is going to be one of those posts where your readers at THD smile, your readers outside THD relate to it, and perhaps a few people quietly say, “I know exactly what he is talking about!” 😄

Finally I think satire is the better choice, instead of just a standard essay, but I would make it gentle satire: humorous enough to entertain, yet compassionate enough that nobody feels personally attacked. I would also avoid identifying the employee, resident, or circumstances in a way that could make them recognizable.

Your central theme is actually bigger than the six observations: THD is a small laboratory of human life. People arrive, people leave, rules collide with common sense, love surprises us, aging changes our circumstances, and technology follows us even into our senior years.

When My Father Said, They are Our Relatives-Part 2 of 2

When My Father Said, “They Are Our Relatives”-Part 2 of 2

When I was a boy in Barotac Viejo, my father would say it almost offhandedly, as if commenting on the rain: “They are our relatives.” He meant the rich and influential families of Jaro, the Lopezes, the Javellanas, the Ledesmas, the Jalandonis, the Hofilenas, names that surfaced in Ilonggo talk like old coins, bright with history.

I didn’t understand then. To a child, “rich” and “relative” lived in different worlds. One belonged to big houses near the plaza; the other, to the quiet routines of our own home. But my father was telling the truth. He was handing me a map I would only learn to read decades later.

Now, tracing my ancestral roots back to Don Manuel Javellana and Doña Gertrudis Lopez, my great‑great‑grandparents, I see how tightly the threads were woven. The Javellana and Lopez clan of Jaro did not just share a town; they married into one another, again and again, to keep land, influence, and faith within a small circle of families.

The Families of Old Jaro

Jaro, even under Spanish rule, was a place of consequence. By the late 1800s it had become a city, a center of faith, commerce, and power in the Western Visayas. Its elite was not a crowd but a handful of clans whose names still echo in heritage houses, church lapidas, and local histories.

Among them:

• Javellana – The family name itself is a story. Originally “Kim Byong,” of Chinese descent, the clan adopted “Javellana” during Governor General Clavería’s 1849 decree that required Filipinos and Chinese residents to take Spanish surnames. They chose a name derived from Avellana (the hazel), then added a “J” for Jaro.

• Lopez – A patronymic meaning “son of Lope” (from lupus, “wolf”), this surname became one of the most prominent in the Philippines. In Iloilo, the Lopez rise begins with Basilio Lopez, a Chinese‑mestizo trader who became Jaro’s district mayor in 1849, and his wife, Sabina Jalandoni.

• Jalandoni, Ledesma, Hofilena, Gamboa, Jayme, Grecia – These names appear again and again in marriage records, business partnerships, and political offices. They were the first aristocrats of Old Jaro, known as intellectuals, landowners, and benefactors of the church.

These families built sugar haciendas in Panay and Negros, owned brick factories and shipping lines, funded schools, served as gobernadorcillos and municipal presidents, and helped build the Saint Elizabeth of Hungary Metropolitan Cathedral in Jaro, where some of them are interred in honored columns along the aisle.

My Branch in the Family Tree

Most of what I know of my own line comes from the blog at www.javellana.wordpress.com, and from the stories my father told me when I was small.

At the top of my branch stand my great‑great‑grandparents:

• Don Manuel Javellana and Doña Gertrudis Lopez, who had at least nine children in Jaro during the 1800s.

Among their children were:

• Cristino Javellana (“Capitan Tinong”), the sixth child, a devout Catholic, brick‑factory owner, and former gobernadorcillo of Jaro in the 1890s. He and his son Cirilo are buried inside the Jaro Cathedral, honored for their philanthropy and dedication to the Church.

• Marcelina Lopez Javellana, the youngest daughter, who married Victoriano Catague. From this union came my grandfather, Roberto Catague, who married Consolacion Golez Jamili.

Roberto died while my father was still young. His mother, Marcelina, later remarried Ruperto, Roberto’s younger brother, and they had eleven more children. My father, David Jamili K(C)atague, and his two brothers, Guillermo and Julio, later changed the spelling of their surname from Catague to Katague, my father’s reason being that he wanted his name in the middle of the alphabet so a demanding teacher wouldn’t call on him first in class. A small, almost humorous detail in a saga of great houses and vast haciendas.

Through Marcelina, I am tied directly to the Javellana–Lopez knot. Through her siblings, I am cousin, in some degree, to many of the names that fill the pages of old Jaro: the Grecias, Gamboas, Jamoras, Jays, and more.

Casa Mariquit and Nelly Garden: Houses That Hold Our Name

When I think of these families, I cannot help but think of their houses, great stone-and-wood structures that still stand in Jaro, holding memory in their walls.

Casa Mariquit

On Santa Isabel Street, tucked behind a gasoline station and a huge banyan tree, stands Casa Mariquit, sometimes called the Javellana-Lopez Heritage House. Built in 1803 by the banker Ramon Javellana, it is considered the oldest existing heritage house in Iloilo.

The house began as both a bank and a residence; legend says money was once kept under its hardwood floors before a safe was installed in 1910. It later became the home of Ramon’s granddaughter, Maria Salvacion “Mariquit” Javellana, who married Fernando Hofileña Lopez, Sr.-“Toto Nanding”, the three‑term Vice President of the Philippines and longtime chairman of ABS‑CBN.

Casa Mariquit is now a museum, open to the public for tours. Its rooms still hold antique furnishings, old framed photographs, and the quiet weight of generations. Walking through it, I feel as if I am stepping into a branch of my own family’s story-one where politics, media, faith, and heritage intersect.

Nelly Garden

A few streets away, in the same district, stands Nelly Garden, also known as the Lopez Heritage House. Built in 1928 by Don Vicente Lopez and his wife, Doña Elena Hofileña, it sits on a four‑hectare property and is often called the “Queen of Heritage Houses in Iloilo.”

The mansion was named after the couple’s eldest daughter, Nelly Lopez y Hofileña. In 2004, it was declared a National Historical Landmark. Its Beaux‑Arts style and grand interiors speak of the extravagant lifestyle of Iloilo’s most affluent families during the American colonial era.

Vicente Lopez was the son of Eugenio Lopez y Jalandoni and Marcela Villanueva, making him part of that formidable third generation of Lopezes who turned sugar plantations into an empire. His marriage to Elena Hofileña further tied the Lopez and Hofilena clans, just as my own ancestors tied the Javellanas and Lopezes through marriage.

When I stand before images of Casa Mariquit and Nelly Garden, I do not see mere tourist attractions. I see family homes, cousins’ homes, where my bloodlines once walked, prayed, celebrated, and grieved.

A Lineage Knotted by Love, Strategy, and Survival

When I look at the family trees, the word that comes to mind is knotted. Not just connected-knotted. Cousins married cousins. Brothers married sisters from another clan, then their own sisters married those brothers’ in‑laws. Wealth was preserved not only by frugality and business acumen but by the careful choreography of marriage.

Take the Lopezes: Basilio and Sabina had sixteen children; their son Eugenio had sixteen more. Their descendants spread across Iloilo and Negros, becoming planters, politicians, newspaper publishers, and philanthropists. Fernando Lopez-three‑time Vice President of the Philippines, chairman of ABS‑CBN, co‑founder of the University of Iloilo, married Mariquit Javellana, tightening the Javellana‑Lopez tie once more.

On my own branch, Don Manuel Javellana and Doña Gertrudis Lopez had at least nine children, among them Cristino Javellana-“Capitan Tinong”, a devout Catholic, brick‑factory owner, and former gobernadorcillo of Jaro. His remains, and those of his son Cirilo, rest inside the Jaro Cathedral, honored for their philanthropy and dedication to the Church.

My great‑grandmother Marcelina Javellana, the youngest of those children, married Victoriano Catague. From her line came my grandfather Roberto Catague, and through him, my father, David Jamili K(C)atague, who later changed the family name’s spelling so he wouldn’t be called first in class. A small, almost humorous detail in a saga of great houses and vast haciendas.

Why These Roots Matter to Me Now

I did not grow up in Casa Mariquit or Nelly Garden. I did not inherit sugar fields or newspaper presses. Yet I carry this history in my blood and in the stories my father told.

When he said, “They are our relatives,” he was doing more than naming famous people. He was saying:

• You belong to a larger story.

• Your identity is not just personal; it is communal, historical, even archival.

• The privileges and burdens of the past are part of your inheritance too.

Now, as a senior blogger and cultural essayist, I feel the pull of that inheritance more strongly. In an age of AI, global news cycles, and rapid change, I find grounding in asking: Where did I come from? Whose prayers, labors, and decisions made my life possible?

These questions are not about pride. They are about responsibility. If my ancestors helped build a cathedral, a town, a region’s economy, then what am I building with the time I have left? If they preserved wealth through tight kinship, how do I preserve meaning through connection, memory, and story?

For My Worldwide Readers

To my readers around the world,Filipino and non‑Filipino alike, this is not just a family chronicle. It is a window into how colonial rule, local elite formation, and family strategy shaped a society.

The Jaro elite during the Spanish colonial period and into the early American occupation were led by only a handful of families. Their power rested on land, faith, education, and intermarriage. That system produced remarkable achievements and deep inequalities. My own lineage sits precisely at that intersection: privilege and piety, opportunity and obligation, beauty and complication.

I write about this not to claim status, but to claim truth. My father’s casual remark—“They are our relatives” was a seed. Decades later, it has grown into a desire to understand, to honor, and to tell the story honestly, with all its tangled branches.

A Quiet Promise

I do not know if I will ever walk every aisle of the Jaro Cathedral or trace every name on the lapidas. But I can do this: keep writing, keep remembering, keep weaving these threads into essays and poems that speak to senior life, cultural roots, and the quiet courage of ordinary people born from extraordinary histories.

And perhaps, somewhere in Jaro, another descendant is reading these same names, hearing an elder say, “They are our relatives,” and feeling, as I do, both the weight and the gift of that truth.

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