SAOIT Rodrigo Baguio   

1926 - 2022  (95 years)  Submit Photo / Document

• Name	SAOIT Rodrigo Baguio
  Birth	10 Nov 1926	Philippines, San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte, Cataguing
  Gender	Male
  Death	24 Feb 2022	Catuguing, San Nicolas
  Person ID	I59	NewcastleLinks
  Last Modified	2 Apr 2025

  
  

  Father	SAOIT Ignacio Bonilla,   b. 31 Jul 1895, Catuguing d. 24 Jan 1974, San Nicolas (Age 78 years)
  Mother	BAGUIO Petra Jacinto,   b. 17 Aug 1894, San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte Philippines d. 17 May 1991, San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte Philippines (Age 96 years)
  Family ID	F876	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Living
  Children	1. Living   2. Living   3. Living   4. SAOIT Reynaldo Rumbaoa,   b. 08 Oct 1957, San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte, Philippines d. 13 Jan 1989, San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte, Philippines (Age 31 years) m. BADUA Nelda   5. SAOIT Ana Isabel Rumbaoa,   b. 22 Nov 1961, Philippines :, Ilocos Norte, San Nicolas d. 15 Sep 2025, Canberra, ACT. Australia (Age 63 years)
  Family ID	F873	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	2 Apr 2025

  
  

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  		"Rodrigo and Juan at railway Rd, Santa Maria"
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  		"Tribute from a grandson."
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  		"(SAOIT Rodrigo 1926_9999)"
  		"(SAOIT Rodrigo 1926_9999)"

  
  

  Headstones		"h: Rodrigo SAOIT"
  		"h: Grave photo taken 16 April 2022"

  
  

• Notes

  went to United States in JUNE 1965 or 1966. Died aged 95 at home in Catuguing, Brgy 22, after being discharged from hospital where he was treated for a bout of COVID. Tribute from Tristan Kearns (grandson) : "How does one say goodbye? I've always been a white male Australian. I've had it easy. I was never properly able to connect with you via language. I was never really able to understand your struggle because I've never had to struggle. Part of me is so thankful for that. And part of me is forever torn up inside that I wasn't able to learn from you, that I wasn't able to understand on a deeper level about the trials of your life, and what it means to be Filipino. I wish I did more. Lolo, your story is immense. Your legacy will carry forward in the strength of the foundations you built on the back of your hard work, with your two hands. In your children, your grandchildren and great grandchildren and the values you instilled in them. I can not fathom the strength it took to leave your family and work for years in a strange country, unable to leave and see your loved ones for fear of being deported. To work day after day picking strawberries and broccoli, all to build a life with more opportunities for your family. To not see your wife for twenty years but still make it to seventy-two years of marriage. I remember the glimpses of happy days interspersed throughout my life where I got to spend time with you. Alana and I took advantage of you tendency to spoil us. I still remember how you walked, how you chuckled whenever we asked you to take us to 7/11 to get hot Cheetos and Slurpees (always when mum and dad were out), and then how you laughed and played it off when mum came back and complained at you for spoiling us and spending your hard earned dollars on us despite earning a pittance as a vegetable picker. I feel like you loved spoiling us because it made us happy. I sat beside you and helped you cheer for Michael Jordan as your beloved Bulls won another championship. I remember you driving us fast in your old car, over the gutters sometimes because you probably shouldn't have been driving anymore. It was fine though, you waved it off, it wasn't worth worrying about. I remember asking mum why Lola was annoyed at you in McDonalds. I still laugh at your audacity to demand two hotcakes in a meal rather than three, because "three was too many, you could only eat two". You were down to earth and practical, stubborn and carefree all at once. You made an impression, they always gave you two off the bat without you even having to ask from then on. There weren't enough times together. We couldn't communicate that well, I unable to speak illocano or Tagalog and you with only broken English. I felt the deep melancholy, the bittersweet feelings you must have felt, of knowing despite giving your grandchild a life with more opportunity, they were somewhat disconnected from your heritage. Lolo, I felt your love. I felt the strength of it in your eyes when you looked at me. I felt the emotions and the feeling in your hands as they clasped mine. It transcended all barriers. Lolo I'll miss you. But Lolo, I'm so proud to be a descendant of a man who sacrificed so much for his family. I'm so proud of you, a brave and hardworking man who dedicated himself to his family, and who was the epitome of commitment, holding his head high through 72 years of loving marriage. Rest in peace Lolo. We will meet again someday with a chuckle and a firm two handed handshake. You will tell me of all the stories I wish I'd been able to ask. And I'll tell you of the strength of your legacy; the smiling faces of your descendants across three countries, their love and commitment to family and strength of character. All because you showed us the way."