Friday, May 27, 2011
goals
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Short conversation with Grandma on June 13, 2010
(I only began recording this conversation in the middle.)
Olga: The neighborhood in Beachhurst didn’t allow apartments. It was a nice neighborhood. Maybe we’ll visit together some time.
Me: What do you do these days, Grandma?
Olga: We play Pinochle everyday. Sometimes twice. We cook together and clean up together. Of course she does more than me.
Olga: I was thinking about Guatemala the other day and the chick that you loved. Didn't a clown give you that?
Me: Yes
Olga: I heard you saw that actor who played that character in the movie “A beautiful mind.”
Me: Actually, even better, I saw the real person.
Olga: I really loved that picture. I saw it several times.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Munequita Linda
De cabellos d'oro,
De dientes de perlas,
Labios de rubi.
Como yo te'adoro,
Si de mi te'acuerdas,
Como yo de ti.
Y'a veces escucho,
Un eco divino,
Qu'envuelto'en la brisa,
Parace decir:
Yo te quireo mucho,
Mucho, mucho, mucho,
Tanto como'entonces,
Siempre'haste'l morir.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Grandma's Food/Health Tips
Saturday, November 28, 2009
What s the most important thing in life?
Grandma
What s the most important thing in life?
Knowledge of God and of His Son is the most important thing to gain in this life. I learned this directly from my mother and father. In the Catholic Church all we have to do is memorize prayers. I rebelled against that. My sister Ophe followed me. Every day at 6 at our grandmother’s house we would pray together (rosary-joy-pain-glory). It got boring saying the same things. I never thought of that prayer as being communication with God. We never knew the true meaning of baptism.
Do you have any regrets in life?
I adore my mother and father. I don’t remember any regrets. We loved our home, not the world. We lived under my mother and father’s law, not the country’s. We had few friends from school, but not many.
Once a young man was over at the house and as my sister was bending down to pick something up, he slapped her on the bottom. My father saw this and grabbed him by the collar and told him “you have five seconds to get your stuff and get out of here.”
We went on vacation to the beach a few times. They were good memories except for one incident. Once a friend from Spain was visiting. He was swimming in the ocean, but it seemed like something was wrong with him. We sent Mario out to get him. When he got there, he saw blood in the water and couldn’t reach him. Mario came back quick and we looked out in the ocean and saw a group of sharks. The sharks ate our friend from Spain.
The natives loved my father. They built some toilets for us, so when we went to the beach we could use the bathroom. They would carry it with mules and bring it to the beach.
We didn’t wear sun block.