One of the author‘s interest is history, in relation to this blog is getting the historical snapshot of places in the city, to some extent the province. This way, younger generations will know and understand the story of Sorsogon and its locales.
Starting with Quezon Street in Brgy. Polvorista, it’s a main thoroughfare for tricycles since the main road in the city proper, Magsaysay Street, is one way towards Sorsogon National High School at Brgy. Almendras-Cogon. Most of the section of Quezon Street is at Brgy. Polvorista, a place named from the Spanish of gun powder.
The street served as tricycle terminals years back. Originally, this was the terminal for tricycles going to Brgy. Pangpang. Then it became tricycle terminal for Brgy. Bibincahan and other barangays, until the terminal was moved to Plaza Bonifacio.
Bayanihan Drugstore, corner Quezon and Magsaysay Streets, is one of the oldest drugstores; it’s owned by the Lopez family. During the author’s younger days, the Mr. Lopez or his wife would man the counter. Nowadays, it’s one of his sons. If one is growing up in Sorsogon, nobody can miss this establishment because Mr. Lopez is a mestizo. The store hasn’t changed, except for that unique ATM (Automatic Tubig Machine) beside it.
The opposite corner of Bayanihan Drugstore is Hollywood (or is it Holywood?), whose entrance is facing Magsaysay street. It’s where one can buy engineering stuff like technical pen (mainly Staedler or Rotring products) and other school stuff. And the author remembers after buying a technical pen set, the store increased its price right after.
There’s this old barber shop near the corner of Calle Nueva street. That’s where the author’s grandmother would take him for a hair cut, right after school. The barbers changed, but the shop is still there and still see familiar faces. Those were the days when barbers still use labaha, a very sharp blade (nowadays, they just insert a Gillette-like blade into a blade holder that looks like the labaha) and scissors made in Tabaco, Albay. After a hair cut, the author’s grandmother would take him to Velasco Restaurant for a Magnolia Ice Cream cup (was it PHP1/cup then?).
The author is familiar with the section starting from Monreal St. down to Calle Nueva. He has cousins in Brgy. Polvorista, just behind the former Del’s Beauty Parlor; there was an alley beside the beauty parlor decades back, but the was closed by the owner. The best friend of the author also lives near Monreal St., just a few meters away from Quezon street via an alley. A few houses from the author’s best friend was the house of Lola (or Tiya for some) Merced, who was well known parahilot.
For the readers who don’t visit the city regularly, the author hopes these pictures will bring back fond memories.
The author will appreciate additional stories via the comment section. Dios mabalos!