Friday, January 31, 2014

This entry is by Ana Maria Muniz Lopez. 
                                                              -Ramon

 
I just read Ramon’s entry “A Mom To Be Proud Of”.   As I usually do when I think of mom’s final days… I cried - which made me want to share 2 stories that often help me feel better when I miss my parents. 

Mom’s Farewell Message

 

The evening before mom passed away, I was at the hospital.  I took my turn to come to her room.  My mom did not look good.  Her eyes were open.  I could not stop obsessing that she was not blinking.  I hated that.  It felt to me like she was not in peace.  I knew there were a million other things wrong – but I was obsessed with that.  I wanted to see her in peace.  I wanted her to relax.  

I started to sing the refrain (which I thought was the whole song…)  of “On Eagle’s Wings”.  When I was young, I would often sing that song (refrain) to myself at night, whenever I was stressed about something that was keeping me awake.  It always gave me a sense of peace, a feeling that God was taking care of me.   I sang the refrain over and over again, wishing my mom would feel that God was looking after her; that should could relax and sleep.   

Armando came, having come directly from work.  I think Rosa was in the room as well.  Shortly after Armando came, I returned to the waiting room.  Someone mentioned my singing (I think Rosa), and asked me if I my goal was to bore her to sleep.  I said “yes”.  Ramon told me that the song was not that repetitive - there was much more to it.  I was shocked.  I had not heard the song in church in many years – but the refrain was all that I remembered, and I thought it was the whole song.

 

My mom passed away the next day.  The day after that, I went to church in the morning – to St. Max.   I thought, “I need to call them and let them know about mom.” I was surprised when the priest said her name  - the mass was being offered for her (Rosa must have called).  But what made me cry in the middle of mass, from incredible joy – was when they played the communion song – “On Eagle’s Wings”. 

 Ramon was right.  The song is more than just the refrain.

 I believe and will always believe that mom – as always  - was looking out for me.  She didn’t want me to worry.  She was in peace.

 

Dad’s Farewell Message

I’ve always felt that my dad had done something very similar.  He too found a way to ease my pain shortly after he passed away.

My dad went through a lot before he passed away – too many surgeries, with both legs having been partially amputated due to circulatory problems.  I know it sounds silly –but I was really worried – would dad be whole when he went to heaven?  I.e., would he have his legs back?

It was a few weeks after my dad passed away that I had a dream.  It was a strange dream because although even as I dreamt, I knew that I no longer lived at home, so why, when I finished jogging, did I come into my childhood home?   I don’t know.  But what really shocked me was seeing my dad there in the living room, in his rocking chair, with a big smile on his face.  I asked him what he was doing there… how could he be there?   He didn’t say anything, but stood up slowly.  I stared at his legs, and went running to hug him.  He had a big smile and opened his arms wide.  When I got to him and tried to hug him, it was empty air, and I woke up.  The dream had felt so real, it was painful to realize that it had been a dream.   

Then I thought … my dad had come  - to let me know… he was all good.
 
 Thank you,  Ana.
                                          -Ramon

 

Sunday, June 02, 2013

A Mom to be proud of....

As Father Geordi was speaking, I could not help but wonder: How did we get to this?  
I looked around and saw Glenn and Chuckie beside me.   I felt smaller than I have ever felt. I knew my whole family was behind me.  I was proud to be there; it was almost a symbol of the changing of the generations; a changing of the guard. 
The whole thing started when Rosa called me one Thursday morning. I had gotten home very late the night before, taking care of Juan and Lourdes.  I had left my cell phone in my pants pocket.  I could tell by the ring tone it was Rosa.  It was 6:52 am.  I knew something was wrong.   I could not find the phone.  I realized where it was and literally dove out of my bed getting my phone.  Rosa said, "Abuela fell this morning.  She fell out of bed.   She broke her femur.  Juanpi is with her. "  I did not say much.  I was considering going over to the hospital.  I had to go be at class at 9:00 am.   I called Juanpi at the hospital.  He told me how it happened.  Lela was turning towards the other side of bed.  He heard a thud and the word Coño!   Juanpi called rescue (911).   The emergency service personnel were very good, Juanpi said.  He told me "Do not worry, everything is under control. There is no reason for you to come over."  I could tell he was trying to calm me down.  I was grateful he was doing it.  I hate to cancel class, particularly during the abbreviated summer semester. 
This seems like such a long time ago.  Too many things have happened since then.  
During Mom's hospital stay, I felt badly because I could not participate in taking care of mom as much as I wanted to.  When dad was sick I was always there.  I have always been proud of that.  I expected the same thing to happen when mom became ill.   I was not looking forward to doing so but I always expected to be more involved.  Juanpi and Rosa seemed to bear the brunt at first.  They did not complain.

That evening Rosa  called me and said "She is screaming inside the room, should I go in there?  I could not tell who was speaking.  Rosa was emotional and her voice was different.   I finally figured out who she was.  Apparently they were changing mom and as they had to move her; she was in tremendous pain.  Then mom was quiet and Rosa went in the room.  Rosa was so worried.  The next day Rosa asked me to go to the hospital.   She felt that mom would feel more comfortable with me since she seemed to trust me more than Rosa or Juanpi.  (this was only because Rosa and Juanpi were most often with her.  With her mental status, who she trusted seem to vary).  I got there and Mom was her usual self.  She was not in pain, as long as she did not move her leg.  The leg was in traction so as to keep it stretched and the bones more properly aligned.  At this time I did not realize the severity of the break.  I was more worried about bed sores, and being able to position her properly etc..   Juanpi and Rosa seemed to have everything under control.  They had the computer set up on Mom's left side.  An opera was playing through Itunes; I do not remember which one it was but I did enjoy hearing it.  It kind of reminded me of better times when mom and I would listen and watch operas together.  She always enjoyed that, both at home and at the Theater of the Performing Arts.  It was low enough in volume so as to not bother anyone, but loud enough for mom to hear the music.

I think I fell asleep in the chair next to mom.  A nurse saw me and said:  "is this the one? I will go over and clean her now." I guess Rosa had described me accurately.  I was getting apprehensive about this.    She did not seem to be the most sensitive of nurses.  She explained to me that what she was going to do; it was going to hurt;but she had to do it.  Ana was upset.   She let the nurse know.  I had never seen Ana that upset.  (Well I guess maybe i have but not as an adult)  She said some words to the nurse about sensitivity towards mom.  I do not think the nurse meant badly by it but I fully understood why Ana did what she did.  I was proud of her.   I also felt for the nurse, apparently she was hurt.  This made the nurse take a little longer in coming in to the room to change mom.  I was happy about this since I was now really getting worried.  I once broke a small bone in my foot.  It really was painful.  Can you imagine a femur?   How would I approach mom about this.  Then I copied my greatest teacher.....mom.  Once, a long time ago, I was going to have surgery myself.  Mom was with me.   They had to draw blood from me and I was really scared.  I was only six.   I was scared partly because I did not know what was going to happen.  A nurse had tried to do it and did not tell me what was going to happen and I panicked.   Ever since then I have always warned my children or my little brothers when something would hurt when some medical type thing was going to be done, at least they knew what to expect.  The nurses came in.  I started talking to mom.  Mami, estas enfermeras tienen que cambiar las sabanas.  Ellas tienen que asegurarse que no estes sucia.  Mom looked at me and said:  "Esta bien".   I went on talking and said"  "Mami, lo que ella van a hacer te va a doler y te va a doler bastante".   She turned more serious and just told me:  Esta bien.   The nurses came in and began, very gently to carry out what they had to do.......... The pain must have been dreadful....... .   I do not want to go into more detail since I am crying as I write this.   Once everything calmed down Mom said:  Ana Maria no esta ahi, verdad?  Ella no me ollo, verdad?  At first I was confused, then I then realized what she meant.   She always told me that Ana would get very nervous, it might affect her sugar.   I was amazed and shaken.  I kept thinking, did they really have to clean the sheets?  She was not soiled or anything.  Then  I remembered when we had to do the same thing to Abuela Julia.  Mom asked me turn abuela and hold her as she was being cleaned.  Abuela would scream, mom said, "No hagas caso, lo tenemos que hacer de todas maneras."  Of course abuela did not have a broken femur I thought.   I told mom, "No te preocupes, Ana estaba lejisimo.  Ella no pudo oirte."  (I have no idea where Ana actually was)  Mom calmed down.  The nurse who had to move mom came back.  I explained to mom that it was her job to make sure the sheets were clean and that the she was clean.  Otherwise she could get bed sores etc...  Luckily she looked more than a little like Misora.  The lady smiled and grabbed her hand and said something to the effect that she had to do it.  Mom just said;  It's Okay, don't worry It's Okay.  She had her trademark smile. I was shaken by this whole experience.  I do not know if I helped or hurt, but I am glad I was there.  
That was  my first experience at the hospital with mom.  
All this happened while I had the most busy teaching schedule I had ever had.   Although the University would grant me sick leave or family leave, I felt I should minimize the number of days I took since the students were counting on me.  I had so many siblings taking care of mom, I would have had to have someone teach for me.I also felt that my schedule was a lot more flexible than the rest of my siblings.  Later on, during convalescence, that flexibility and sick leave would be needed.     I had  not come to the realization of the seriousness of the situation.  As it was during the ceremony now being celebrated by Father Geordi, someone, I did not know who, was covering my class. 
    
It was Friday now and mom still had not had surgery.  She had an infection and the internist with the unpronounceable name could not clear her for surgery.  She was being treated for it but the surgery had to wait until Monday.  It was scheduled for Monday afternoon.  I did not like this.  I remember Lourdes telling me that surgeries should be performed in the morning; the surgeons were not be as tired and if something went wrong, more departments and personnel would be available if needed.  I could not do anything about it.  I wondered how Lourdes would have taken care of this but I could not see how.  I did not have any contacts in this hospital.  I knew no one in this hospital.  In the meantime Juanpi and Rosa came up with a way to minimize the pain.   They would insist that she get her dilautid medication 30 minutes before she was going to be moved. This seemed to work. At least she showed less outward signs that she was in pain.    
Now, as Father Gordi spoke, I kept thinking of how proud I was of my family.  They all pitched in to take care of the situation.  The ones that did not have as many obligations, or at least better able to put them aside,  taking the brunt; all the others doing their share.  No one complaining, just moving forward, facing the obstacles,as they came; and they did.
The day of the surgery they wheeled mom down to pre op.  Since at Mercy Hospital they usually did not allow us to be at preop, I did not go to there right away.  The nurse came into the waiting room and asked me if mom was okay.  To myself I thought, of course she is not okay; she is about to have surgery.  He seemed like he wanted to say more but did not know how.  Both Rosa and I realized that mom was probably nervous or confused so we went in right away.  We found mom crying.  I asked her:  Y por que estas llorando?  She told me.  "Yo no se .... el muchacho me pregunto que si yo me moria o me incapacitaba, quien yo iba a escoger para hacer las decisiones...." I told her.  "Pero mami, eso siempre lo preguntan.  Eso no quiere decir que eso iba a pasar.  No te preocupes.  Ponte en las manos de Dios."  I do not really remember who said what, maybe Rosa said that last part.   Mom then said:  "Yo escogi a Rosa, porque ella es monja."  I told her: "...y yo estoy de acuerdo..".I think she was trying to justify why she did not pick me or anyone else. (I love my mom.)   I was very happy she made the choice she did.  It was the right one. We kept talking and then the anestheologist came in.  His name was Dr. Sultan.  He is from Syria.  He explained to me what they were going to do.   They would sedate her and then administer an epidural so she would not feel pain.   He did not give me any sense that he was worried about the procedure.   I went outside and got some of my brothers and sisters.   I wanted to have them be with mom.  I remember the last time I spoke to Dad.  Dad was very confused.  He was very nervous.  I could not calm him down, perhaps because I was so nervous as well.  I wish I had handled that differently.   There was no one else there.   Ana came in to the room.  Although I was really not that worried about this procedure, I wonder if this was a premonition. Rosa told me that mom instructed her to purchase bed rails for everyone with the money she had in the bank.  Then they took her into the room.
They took mom into surgery.  The family was all in the waiting room and we were all in good spirits.  We all felt, finally, the surgery was taking place.  Finally we can be on the road to recovery; or to whatever awaits.  

We spoke a little about rehab etc... We all hated to see mom in pain.  Shortly after we heard a code being called.   Ana and Rosa both realized that was mom's room.  Carlos said something...... then the code was canceled.  Shortly after a nurse came out and said that the code should not have been called.  We should not worry.   All of us were quiet.  We did not say anything but all of us were...worried.   
After a couple of hours Dr. Sultan and Dr. Berkowitz came out to see us.  Dr. Sultan has a face where I cannot tell if he is being serious or not.   He said the news is not good.  He explained that mom stopped breathing after the administration of the epidural.  Her heart slowed down and she had to be revived.  They had to intubate her.  She did not need to be defibrillated.   They were worried however because of her previous mental status that she may be affected by even a short span of lack of oxygen to the brain.   A number of us began crying.  We just had to wait and see to see how much damage had been done.  They kept saying  She was in the best possible place for this to happen.  This really irked me.  They kept saying this.  I kept thinking, if she were somewhere else maybe it would not have happened.   We decided to call Turi. When he was called he did not say anything.  I think he probably was having a hard time talking.  He just said, I will be there tomorrow.  I will be there tomorrow. 
Dr. Sultan said that perhaps what happened was that an embolus went up, or maybe it was a high epidural.  We were hoping for the high epidural, since that is temporary.  An embolus has other sequelae.   I called George  (Andy's friend from Burger King, he took care of Dad as a respiratory therapist while he was in the Intensive Care Unit).  He tried to be very helpful.  I of course called Lourdes and then called Mario Almeida, a good doctor friend.  Both of them told me what we should do.   I called the internist that evening.  He responded but i missed the call.   I was probably talking to Mario or Lourdes.   I was glad he called.   We decided that one of us should stay with mom, and the rest should leave.  Teresa volunteered.  I then spoke to the nurse Kwan.  I asked her what the troponin levels were.  They were elevated.  I thought mom had a heart attack.  I stayed in the fishbowl (waiting area for ICU) and googled all sorts of stuff.  I went back to ICU and talked to Kwan about it.   The second set of troponin levels were even higher.  I was now sure she had a heart attack.   I think I told one other member of the family.  I did not think it was worth telling everyone else.  I was not all that sure and nurse Kwan assured me that the Cardiologist did not think that it was significant increase.   (At the time I thought the cardiologist was sleeping and did not think it was significant enough to wake up).   You have to understand that at times like these we all start thinking of the worse of everyone.
I went home.  I kept thinking that I was being too pessimistic.  I knew the next day mom was going to wake up and would be her old self.  I kept thinking How are we going to explain to her that the surgery did not take place.  
I do not really want to get into the rest.   We all know what happened after that. 
   
As father Geordi basically told us not to go to communion,  I kept thinking that I was so proud of my family.  At the hospital Cristina visited and was there a lot of the time.  One time she came in and basically fell asleep right next to Lela.  It reminded me of that picture of Cristina sleeping, leaning on Lela's shoulder.  Abuela would have been so happy.   I also know that Cris and Ely and Paula were all worried about me.  They  kept trying to make sure I was okay. Elena started the notebook.    She kept a tally of all the nurses had done.   Everyone else in the family continued it.  She drove from Gainesville twice.  She, as she always does, was trying to be as helpful as possible.  Rob was amazingly mature during the whole situation.   He would ask me all these questions usually on the technical medical side.  I had to keep on my toes just to answer it.  Paula was able to go less.  With her busy schedule she was still able to help tremendously by picking up Rob at very key times during the whole process.  She kept asking and wondering, Dad, are you okay?   So did Elena.    So did Cristina.  So did Lourdes.  Lourdes, came in to the hospital and realized all the stuff the ICU had not taken care of.  I pretended I knew what I was talking about and called the internist with the unpronounceable name and asked why this and that was not being done.  It all got done soon enough and we learned how to manage it, I am glad she was on our side.   Turi, Carlos, Ana, Andy and Teresa did everything they could.  Carlos would bring coffee for everyone after he finished work.  This reminded me so much of dda. I looked upon Ana as our little tiger.   Whenever we needed someone tough,  there she was.  Just ask that b...neurologist.  I kept feeling badly about not being able to contribute.  Everyone understood, no one even asked questions about it.  Juanpi and Rosa were incredible.   Juanpi kept on top of the hospital staff.  He made sure mom felt as little pain as possible.  He would time the dilaudid at precisely the right time.  He would sometimes still go to work in the morning.  He had a file case with all of the information we needed for Mom.   He would try to talk to mom all the time.  He kept thinking, all we have to do is get over this hump.   Rosa was amazing. She would talk to mom in a very gentle manner.   Her back was hurting but she was still doing it.  One time mom was getting a little nervous, she saw Rosa, relaxed and went to sleep.  She really brought mom peace.    I have never been so touched as when I heard her sing "Salve Regina".    That is all I will say about that.
 
Father Geordi finished the communion.  Rosa went to the altar and delivered a very nice eulogy.   Then Glenn got up.  This must have been very difficult for him.  His main message was that He loved Lela Rosa.  I was very proud of him, as I was when he took care of Lela in the ICU. 
They say that with everything that is bad some good will come of it.   It is hard to see what that is in this case. 
During the funeral itself I felt  sad.   I saw where Dad was buried and thought that it was right next to my very favorite type of tree, a Florida Pine.   As time went on I became happier.  I realized that mom had a wonderful life.  I think Noemi actually stated this. Seeing all her sons, daughters and spouses and grandchildren she must be very happy.  I pictured Robert, Papi, Tia Maria, Abuela Julia and mom looking down and being proud of what they saw.   If nothing else this made me realize how fortunate we all are to have had a mom like her.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Abuela


The following entry was written by my niece, Anna Julia Lopez-Riveira.   Thank you Ana.  I know Abuela is  proud!
                                           -Ramon

Some superheroes have capes and others have masks, but to me the most noble and courageous superheroes have dentures. Seemingly benign, my Abuela was a fearless crusader, promoting self-confidence, uniqueness and equality in the younger generation.  Her arch-nemeses were self-crAiticism and loathing.  Before she was my Abuela, she did many amazing things.  She gave birth to seven children in a communist Cuba and sent her two eldest children to the United States without her.  She took care of her family while fighting back and gaining passage to freedom.  In 1966 she followed her two eldest children to America, speaking only Spanish, bringing along her husband and her extended family.  In America she had two more children. 
Abuela with Anna and Daniel

 Abuela worked in a factory by night and was a superhero by day.  Abuela worked hard to preserve the integrity of her children’s minds so that they may become independent individuals despite the difficult environment to which they were exposed.  As her children grew, my Abuela discovered that she had the power to make her children and their friends feel as though they could defeat any villain they confronted.  Realizing her power and in the hopes they might pass the skills on to the next generation, Abuela made sure that all of her children went to college so that they would have the tools to recognize and defeat any villain that came their way  Alas, all superheroes fall;   Abuela was tormented by the ruthless villain, Alzheimer’s Disease.  After many years of this torment she passed away in 2008.  

One of her more remarkable battles was saving me from the villain named self-destruction.  At the age of 6, it was apparent that my mind was taken hostage by a feeling of self-worthlessness, due to my yet undiscovered nemesis, Dyslexia.  Before the uncovering of my own villain, Super Abuela came to my rescue and helped me keep him at bay by helping me with my math homework.  When my archenemy finally came out of hiding and revealed himself as Dyslexia (Dyslexia: superpower: scrambling letters thus making words unreadable and numbers flip over), I was sent away to a training camp for other children who were gripped the villain Dyslexia and his companions ADD and ADHD. 

Ashamed at being sent away, I wrote letters to my Abuela and parents, but only about the recreational aspects of the training camp, leaving out the practice battles in untangling letters that occurred daily. My Abuela wrote back kind words and her power was felt through her letters.  She indirectly reminded me that she had trouble reading and writing in English when she first came to the United States. 

Even though she passed away and her goals seem not to have been fulfilled, her work will not be forgotten.  Through her efforts, she reminded people to be self-confident, and to find the little things in life that make one happy.   Her battle is continued by her children and grandchildren.  The important lesson Abuela taught was to be happy with oneself.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

I found this poem a long time ago in a notebook which I found at home.

I am pretty sure it was written by Robert

Roses (Alias Love)

Love, alias Roses
both glare like the sun
can bring so much happiness
coupled by fun

Both seem everlasting
promising to be true
Both cause great joy
or make one feel blue.

And I like all fools
ask this question in vain:
How can two things so beautiful
cause so much pain

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

La Familia Lopez del Valle - español

Esta es una carta que escribio mi prima YiYi sobre la historia de la Familia Lopez del Valle. Gracias YiYi - Ramon














Aquí les mando la historia de la familia que escribí. - YiYi

Toda esta es la historia de nuestra familia comenzando por nuestros tatarabuelos hasta nuestros padres. La mayor parte de todo esto me lo contaron personas a las que yo he querido muchísimo como mi abuela, mi bisabuela y mi mama. Otras partes son cosas que yo me acuerdo desde que era chiquita porque gracias a Dios, tengo muy buena memoria. Esta es en realidad la historia de la familia López del Valle, nuestros abuelos, sus antepasados y sus hijos.

De la familia López se que el pap­­­­á de abuelo se llamaba Esteban López, el era nacido en Cuba pero descendiente de españoles. Cuando el era muy joven se caso con una muchacha cubana que se llamaba Agueda Izquierdo, esos eran nuestros bisabuelos por parte de abuelo. Ellos enseguida tuvieron tres varones, el mayor era Arturo, nuestro abuelo. Y después, casi enseguida vinieron sus hermanos, Esteban y Amado. Cuando los niños eran muy chiquitos, quizás 4, 3 y 1 año, la mama, Agueda, se enfermó de tuberculosis y al poco tiempo se murió. Ellos eran personas muy pobres, y una hermana de Esteban el papá, o sea una tía de los niños, los cogió y los crió toda la vida. Abuelo quería mucho a su tía porque era buena con ellos. Al poco tiempo el papá se volvió a casar y vivía con su esposa en otro lado, pero los tres niños siguieron con la tía. Como eran tan pobres, abuelo me contaba que en aquella época pasaban trenes cerca de donde ellos vivían y las personas les tiraban monedas a los niños desde el tren. Entonces ellos siempre iban a tratar de coger algún dinero. También el me contaba que muchos días lo único que tenían para comer era harina de maíz pero eran felices porque su tía los trababa muy bien. Ella are una mujer muy buena. Todo esto ocurrió en Marianao, una ciudad cerca ce La Habana en donde nacieron ellos y todo el resto de la familia también.

Cuando abuelo Arturo era jovencito empezó a trabajar bastante temprano por necesidad y lo que hacia le llamaban pipero porque vendía agua. La mayoría de las casas no tenían agua corriente. Esto era en los 1800’s y el llevaba una carreta con una pipa. Así le decían a la vasija o barril grande donde llevaba el agua, y el las llenaba de agua y las vendía. Abuelo era muy ahorrativo y aun en ese trabajo ahorraba y guardaba dinero, y aun cuando llegó a ser muy rico nunca desperdició el dinero. En su casa no se compraba un carro nuevo hasta que el otro no estaba malo, y era lo mismo con la ropa. Teníamos de todo pero no derrochábamos pero con sus siete hijos era muy generoso y les daba todo lo que podía y los ayudó toda la vida hasta el día que murió. Tanto así que cuando seis de sus siete hijos se casaron a cada uno le dio una de sus propiedades para vivir.

Ahora les contare de la familia de abuela. Ella se llamaba Maximina del Valle y de la Vega. Su abuelo nació en las Islas Canarias que pertenece a España. El se llamaba Juan de la Vega y era nuestro tatarabuelo. Cuando el era joven se fue a vivir a Cuba y allí se casó con una muchacha cubana y con ella tuvo doce hijos, pero por increíble que parezca, y no es raro porque al principio de los 1800’s no habían ni las medicinas ni los adelantos que hay ahora, los doce niños murieron my chiquitos de distintas enfermedades. La señora también murió a los mejor del mismo parto, pero esto no lo se. Cuando paso algún tiempo el se sentía tan mal que decidió regresar a Islas Canarias. Estando allí se enamoró de nuevo de una muchacha Isleña que sería nuestra tatarabuela. Ella se llamaba Carmen y con ella se casó y decidió volver para La Habana. Carmen venia ya esperando un bebé que nació en el barco entre España y Cuba y esa era nuestra bisabuela, a la que le pusieron Petronila. Después ya en Cuba tuvieron otra hija y le pusieron Carmen y le decían Mita y los sobrinos le decían tía Mita. Yo la conocí también cuando estaba ya muy viejita.

Bueno, déjame seguir con nuestro bisabuelo. El murió y dejo a su esposa Carmen con las dos niñas en Marianao donde fueron a vivir. Ella lavaba ropa para familias que lo pagaban y la muchachitas le ayudaban a planchar. Una de las cosas que me contaba mi bisabuela Petronila era que a ella le gustaba mucho las novelas cuando era una jovencita, pero a su mamá no le gustaba que las leyera. Estas novelas venían por partes, todas las semanas un capitulo. Entonces lo que ella hacia era que guardaba algo de lo que le daban por planchar ropa y con eso se compraba la novelita de la semana. Después por la noche cuando todos estaban durmiendo ella con una vela, porque no había electricidad, leía la novela.

Estas novelas ella las reunió y las guardó toda la vida y muchos años después, cuando abuela Maximina estaba casada con abuelo, se las mandó a poner juntas y a encuadernar, y eran tres libros antiguos preciosos que ella me regaló. Mi bisabuela me dijo que quería que yo las tuviera. Yo las guardé por mucho tiempo pero cuando salí de Cuba, como muchas otras cosas, tuve que dejarlas allá.

Bueno sigo con la historia. Petronila cuando era bastante jovencita se enamoró de el que sería nuestro bisabuelo, Nicolás del Valle. Se casaron y tuvieron dos hijos, la mayor abuela Maximina y un hermano llamado Nicolás que le decíamos Nikito a quien yo también conocí. Entonces cuando nuestra bisabuela Petronila estaba en estado por tercera vez, su esposo Nicolás se enfermo de viruelas pues había una epidemia horrible de esta enfermedad en Cuba, y de eso murió, dejándola a ella joven con dos niños y en estado. Ese último niño, un varón, nació enfermo y antes de los dos años se murió.

Petronila se fue con sus dos niños a vivir con su mama Carmen. Siempre vivió con ella porque le cuidaba los niños para que ella pudiera trabajar. Su trabajo siempre fue de conserje, o sea, limpiando un colegio. Así crió a sus dos hijos, pero nuestra abuela Maximina, que siempre fue inteligente, determinada, estudiosa y muy buena alumna, cuando terminó quiso estudiar maestra y se graduó de eso.

Abuela nunca llegó a trabajar de maestra porque muy joven se enamoró de abuelo Arturo y se casaron. Como el tenía sus ahorros prefirió que ella no trabajara y entre los dos abrieron una pequeña cafetería o café, como decía el. Los dos se levantaban muy temprano a preparar leche y otras cosas para los que venían a desayunar y también hacían comidas y sándwiches. Abuelo después toda su vida sabía como hacer pierna de jamón y unos sándwiches riquísimos; y abuela sabia cocinar mejor que nadie. Mientras tanto la mamá de ella, la bisabuela Petronila, cuidaba los niños que llegaban uno cada dos años. Trabajando en el café, abuelo seguía ahorrando y así empezaron a compra pequeñas propiedades que rentaban. Luego compraron casa más grandes, terrenos, una finca y un centro comercial y muchas cosas mas. El café con que ellos empezaron eventualmente lo regaló a sus dos hermanos, Esteban y Amado, y de eso vivían ellos. No se los vendió sino se los regaló. Abuelo era una persona muy especial que ayudaba a todo al que podía. Era también una persona integra y compasiva. Dios los ayudó y según iban llegando los niños ellos iban prosperando. La mamá de abuela, Petronila (yo le decía abuela la vieja) vivió siempre con ellos y los ayudó a criar a todos los niños, siempre con un cariño increíble. Según me contaba mi mamá, vivió con nosotros hasta que murió y fue el primer dolor mas grande que tuve en la vida. Yo tenía veinte años cuando ella murió.

Bueno, sigo con la historia. Abuela y abuelo empezaron a tener niños. Primero nació tía Amalla, su nombre verdadero era Amada, después un varón que se llamaba Arturo y le decían Coito. Después vino mi mamá, Ernestina a la que le decían China. Abuelo le puso China porque ella tenía el pelo negro, lacio y los ojos carmelita. El decía que parecía una chinita. Después nació tía Futty que se llamaba Ester y después tía Guedy que se llamaba Agueda como la mamá de abuelo. Después tuvieron otro varón, tío Lulo que se llamaba Fausto. Después de esto pasó una cosa muy triste. Abuela estaba en estado esperando a tío Roberto cuando llegaron las vacaciones de verano y ellos se iban todos los años a una playa que se llamaba Baracoa, donde abuelo había comprado una casa muy linda y grande. La casa era a la orilla del mar y ahí la familia pasaba el verano. Se iban con todo el mundo, hasta con la cocinera, las manejadoras y el chofer. Esta playa quedaba coma a dos horas de donde ellos vivían. Resulta que ese año el niño varón mayor, Arturo, tenia que ir a el colegio de verano por un tiempo y decidieron irse para la casa de playa con todos los niños y dejar a Arturo con la abuela Petronila en la case de Marianao, y cuando terminara los estudios llevarlo también para la casa de la playa. Un día el niño llegó del colegio con dolor de estomago y abuela la vieja, creyendo que era estreñimiento le dió un laxante. Entonces su dolor se hizo tan fuerte que vinieron todos de la playa y fueron con un cirujano muy bueno para el hospital porque había que operarlo de emergencia ya que lo que tenia era apendicitis. Parece que no resistió la operación, recuerden que esto en el 1925, y murió en la mesa de operaciones.

Muchas personas me contaban que no hay manera de describir como quedaron abuela y abuelo, no podían salir de la angustia. Un tiempo después nació tío Roberto y como tenían muchos niños que criar, abuelo vendió la casa en Marianao y fabricó otra que fue donde yo nací. Se mudaron allí para que los recuerdos no fueran tan dolorosos. Abuela me llevaba todos los años al cementerio a llevarle flores a su hijo el día de su cumpleaños. Después de tío Roberto nació tío Eduardo, todos cada dos años. Tío Eduardo fue el último que tuvieron y ocho años después nací yo que también fui a vivir con ellos. Mi abuelo me decía que yo era la más chiquita de sus hijos. Yo vivía con ellos y dormía en su cuarto en una camita chiquita.

Abuelo y abuela siempre vivieron de un modo ejemplar, vivían para sus hijos a los que querían muchísimo. También tenían una cantidad inmensa de amistades que los querían de verdad. Siempre había visitas en la casa y muchos se quedaban a almorzar o a comer. Cuando los hijos se casaron, eran seis matrimonios, cada noche de la semana le tocaba a un matrimonio venir a comer, pero el domingo venían todos a almorzar. Así que ese día se reunía la familia entera.

Las nochebuenas eran increíbles. Desde por la mañana había mucho movimiento en la casa. Todos los criados y la cocinera ayudaban con la cena, pero mi abuela, que al mismo tiempo era tanto buena cocinera, como decidida y entusiasta, hacia y dirigía casi todo. Me parece estarla viendo preparando el lechón y cortando la manteca para hacer chicharrones. Todo el día se trabajaba preparando la cena y entonces por la noche sacaban la mesa del comedor que tenia doce sillas para el patio. Recuerden que en Cuba no había mucho frío así que comíamos muy bien afuera. Siempre venían amigos íntimos a celebrar la nochebuena con nosotros.

A mi abuela le gustaba viajar, y a mi abuelo no. Cuando ella viajaba era cuando único se separaban. Abuela me llevaba a viajar con ella desde los dos nos. Ella se quedaba en un hotel antiguo precioso como el de las películas en un pueblo que tenia un balneario que se llamaba San Miguel de los Baños. Iba dos o tres veces al año y se quedaba varios días pues ella padecía de la vesícula y allí las aguas que se tomaban eran medicinales. Ella siempre me llevaba con ella y también iba mi manejadora Juana.

Cuando yo tenia ocho años y se acabo la segunda guerra mundial, abuela me trajo por primera vez a Miami en un barco que se llamaba Florida que salía de La Habana a las 6:00 de la tarde. Dormíamos en el barco y llegábamos a Miami a las 8:00 de la Mañana. El barco embarcaba en un puente en el centro de la ciudad de Miami. Tía Guedy siempre viajaba con nosotras porque era la única soltera. Hicimos varios viajes a Miami y a Tampa a conocer mucha familia de nuestro bisabuelo que vivía allá. En Cuba me llevó a visitar el santuario de la virgen de la Caridad del Cobre y el viaje mas largo que hicimos fue de la Habana avión a Cayo Hueso y de allí en guagua a Miami. Fuimos con tía Guedy que siempre viajaba con nosotras. De Mami seguimos por todo el Golfo de México descansando en lugares como Nuevo Orleans y otras ciudades. De allí seguro hasta cruzar la frontera de México, recorrimos todo México y después regresamos a la Habana. El viaje duro un mes y fue una excursión que organizaron las maestra católica de la Habana, amigas de abuelo. Yo tenía 13 años cuando hice ese viaje. Yo siempre he pensado que a mi abuela le gustaba viajar pero lo hacia mas que nada por llevarme a mi para que conociera y aprendiera. Era un gusto para ella malcriarme desde que nací. Abuelo vino una sola vez a Miami a ver una casa que le querían vender, pero al fine no se decidió y no la compró. Recuerdo que eso fue como el 1948 o 1949. Vinimos un grupo grande que consistía de abuelo, abuela, tía Amalla, Aristides, Aristico, que tenia creo que un año, mami, papi y yo. Ese viaje fue de pocos días.

Con mi abuelo adonde yo iba a pasear era a la Habana. El tenia que ir a diferentes diligencias y negocios y me llevaba con el. Fidel Castro le quito 43 casas, varios terrenos, la casa del reparto náutico y una finca de campo. Cuando íbamos a pasear siempre manejaba nuestro chofer Demetrio Gómez. El fue el chofer de mi abuelo desde que yo nací. Gómez, como le decíamos, era un hombre buenísimo que nos tenia un cariño tremendo a toda la familia lo mismo que nosotros a el. El fue quien me trajo de la clínica cuando yo nací. El murió del corazón cuando yo tenía 22 años. Sentí su muerte como la de un familiar.

Mi abuelo también me llevaba a su finca casi todas las tardes pues era su hobbie. La finca era muy grande con una casa muy bonita en el centro. Allí vivía un señor con su esposa e hijita, quienes cuidaban la finca. Aparte en un bohío o casita vivía un viejito que se llamaba Luisito, que era quien ordeñaba las vacas y cuidaba los animales. Gómez nos llevaba alrededor de las 3:00 de la tarde y regresábamos a las 6:00 de la tarde. Yo corría por todo el terreno, veía como alimentaban los pollos y lo cochinos y como ordeñaban las vacas. Allí yo tenía una casita de muñecas tan grande que cabía en ella. Tenía sala, cuarto y portal y un cristal sobre la puerta que decía “Villa Virginia”. Abuela me la mando a hacer como regalo cuando cumplí 4 años. Ese cumpleaños me lo celebraron en la finca. Otra cosa que me gustaba mucho de mi abuela es que a ella le gustaba mucho todos los niños. Aun cuando estaba muy mayor de noventidos años o algo así, me dijo, "a mi me gusta siempre ver que los niños estén contentos." Abuelo y abuela daban fiestas de disfraces en la finca para todos los nietos. Los hijos ya casado pero sin hijos todavía, celebraban fiestas de esperar el año allí en la finca. A mi me llevaban y me ponían a dormir temprano. La finca tenía unas terrazas donde ponían mesas y había mucha música. Invitaban a muchas amistades de todos así que eran fiestas muy grandes y divertidas.

Cuando mis tíos estaban creciendo estudiaban en diferentes colegios como el apostolado, LaSalle y Belén. Cuando se hicieron jóvenes abuela quiso mandar a algunos a estudiar a los Estados Unidos. Tía Futty, tía Guedy y tío Lulo vinieron a las Ursulinas de New Orleans. A tía Futty no le gustó y quiso regresar enseguida para Cuba, pero tía Guedy y tío Lulo se quedaron varios años a pupilo. Ellos eran los que mejor hablaban ingles después. Yo ya tenía como 3 años cuando eso.

Después pasaron los años y los hijos fueron creciendo siempre en la misma casa que abuelo fabricó en la calle General Lee en Marianao. Tía Amalla, que era la mayor, fue la primera en casarse con Aristides Agüero. Después se casó mi mamá Ernestina con Alfredo Guim. Cuando tenían 3 meses de casados y ella 3 meses en estado, mi papá se murió de una epidemia de tifus que había en Cuba. Mi mamá se fue a vivir otra vez con abuelo y abuela en donde yo nací y me críe. Cuando yo tenía 2 años y ½ ella se volvió a casar con el Dr. Mario Sánchez Solís. Después se caso Futty con Heriberto Triana. Es curioso que todos se casaron por orden, pues depuse se caso tío Lulo con Mercedes Sánchez, a quien también le decían China, después tío Roberto con Rosa de la Vega y después tío Eduardo con Irene López Alpizar. El papá de Irene había sido alcalde de Marianao. La única que no se casó fue tía Guedy. Ella tuvo un novio por varios años de quien estaba muy enamorada. El se llamaba Humberto Bruigas, pero al cabo do los años se pelearon, no se bien el motivo. Creo que ya el no le gustaba a abuelo y abuela y ella era muy buena y obediente.

Han pasado muchos años y como sabemos los tíos todos han muerto excepto mi mama que todavía vive y le doy gracias a Dios por ello. Mi mama tiene 92 años y ya está muy viejita y vive con mi hermana Alicia.

Abuelo y Abuela tuvieron un total de 8 hijos, 22 nietos, 37 biznietos y 24 tataranietos.

Yo se que todos ustedes saben los abuelos tan excepcionales que tuvimos y que como yo los queríamos muchísimo y estamos muy orgullosos de ellos. No importa los problemas que se me presenten en la vida, el haberlos tenido a ellos como abuelos, a mi mama como madre y a Lalo como esposo, me hace poder superar cualquier cosa. La vida de las personas se mide por los sentimientos que dejan en los demás cuando se van.

Espero que la historia que les he narrado de nuestra familia les haya resultado interesante y amena.

Muchos cariños de su prima que lo quiere,

YiYi

La Familia Lopez del Valle - English version

A letter from "YiYi", (Virginia Iribe. )
Thank you Yiyi. - Ramon

This is the history of our family, which I have begun from our great great grand parents until our own parents. Most of this I was told by persons who I love very much such as my grandmother, my great grandmother and my mother. Other portions I have remembered since I was very young. I thank God I have a very good memory. This is really the history of the López del Valle family, our grandparents, their parents and their children. First, I will tell you about the Lopez family.
Abuelo’s dad was named Esteban Lopez. He was born in Cuba from Spanish parents. When he was very young he married a young Cuban lady whose name was Agueda Izquierdo. These were our bisabuelos (great grandparents) on abuelo’s side. They soon had three male children. The eldest was Arturo, our abuelo. Soon afterwards two brothers were born, Esteban and Amado. When the children were very young, possibly 4, 3 and 1 year old, the mother, Agueda, acquired tuberculosis, became ill and soon after that died. They were very poor and one of Esteban’s sisters, in other words the children’s aunt, took them and raised them all their lives. Abuelo loved his aunt very much since she was good to them. A while after that Esteban married again and lived with his new wife elsewhere; the three children remained with their aunt. Since they were so poor abuelo would tell me that at that time trains would pass by and people would throw coins outside the train to the children. They would then go and try to make some money that way. He would also tell me that they were so poor that many days the only thing they had to eat was cornmeal, but they were very happy. This occurred in Marianao, a city close to La Habana where all of them were born along with the rest of the family. When abuelo Arturo was very young he began working out of necessity. What he would do was what they called a “pipero”, a water seller. Most of the homes at this time did not have running water. This was in the 1800’s and he would take a cart with a “pipa”., This is what they called the large barrel or container of water. He would fill the containers with water and would sell it. Abuelo was very thrifty and even in that job he was able to save money. Even when he became wealthy he would still would spend money wisely. In his house a new car was not bought until the old one was in bad shape. It was the same way with clothes. We had everything but we would not squander money. With his seven children he was very generous and he would give them everything he could and helped them all their lives until the day he died. When six of his seven children married, he gave each one of them a house in which to live in.
Now I will tell you about abuela Maximina’s family.
Her name was Maximina del Valle y de la Vega. Her grandfather was born in the Canary Islands, which is a part of Spain. His name was Juan de la Vega and he was our tatarabuelo (great great grandfather). When he was young, he went to live in Cuba and there he married a young Cuban girl and with her, she had 12 children. As incredible as it sounds all 12 children died. This may seem strange but when one considers that in the early 1800’s there were not as many medicines or medical care then it is not so strange. All 12 children died of different causes and childhood diseases. The mother also died, possibly during childbirth, this I really do not know. When some time passed he felt so badly that he decided to go back home to the Canary Islands. While over there he fell in love with young girl named Carmen. She would turn out to be our tatarabuela (great great grandmother). He married her and decided to return to La Habana. Carmen bore a baby which was born in the ship between Cuba and Spain. This baby would the become our bisabuela (great grandmother), she was named Petronila. Later while already in Cuba they had one more child and named her Carmen. She was known as Mita. All her nieces and nephews would call her tia Mita(aunt Mita). I came to know her when she was very old. Well lets continue with our tatarabuelo, Juan de la Vega. He passed away and left his
wife Carmen with two daughters in Marianao where they went to live. She would wash clothes for families that would pay for it and the daughters would help her iron the clothes. My bisabuela, Petronila, told me that she liked the novelitas (romance novels) very much when she was a young girl. Her mother, Carmen did not like her to read them. These novellas arrived in parts, every week one chapter would arrive. She would save some of the money she would earn by ironing clothes and with that she would buy the novelita of the week. Later at night while everyone was asleep she would read the novelitas by candlelight since at that time there was not electricity and everyone had to read by candlelight. These novelitas she collected and many years later, when abuela Maximina was already married with abuelo Arturo, she had them bound into three very beautiful antique books. These were precious and she gave them to me as a gift. My bisabuela told me that she wanted me to have them. I saved them and kept them for a very long time but when I left Cuba, as with many other things, I had to leave them behind. Petronila, when she was very young, fell in love with the one who would later be our bisabuelo, Nicolas del Valle. They were married and had two children. The older one was Maximina. She had a brother named Nicolas del Valle and we would call him Nikito whom I also came to know. Then while Petronila was expecting for the third time, Nicolas, our bisabuelo became ill with viruela (smallpox) since there was a bad epidemic in Cuba at the time. He died. He left her as a young woman with two children and expecting another one. This last baby, a boy, was born ill and died before he was two years old. Petronila went with her two children to live with her mother, Carmen. From then on she lived with Carmen since she would take care of the children while Petronila went to work. Her job was always as a janitor, cleaning the school. In that way she raised her children, but our abuela Maximina who was always intelligent, determined, studious and a very good pupil, when she finished school wanted to study teaching. She graduated as a teacher. Abuela never came to work as a teacher because when she was very young she fell in love with abuelo Arturo and they were married. Since he had his money he preferred that she would not work and between the both of them they opened and operated a small cafeteria or café as he would call it. Both of them would wake up very early in the morning to prepare milk and other things for those who would come in to have breakfast and they would also make different foods and sandwiches. Abuelo all his life would know how to make leg of ham and the best sandwiches. Abuela Maximina knew how to cook better than anyone else. In the meantime, her mother and our bisabuela, Petronila, took care of her children who were arriving every two years. Working at the café, abuelo and abuela continued saving money and began buying properties which they would rent. Later they bought bigger properties, parcels of land, a farm and commercial centers and many other things. The café which they originally owned they eventually gave as a gift to abuelo’s brothers, Esteban and Amado. They would live on this income. Abuelo did not sell it to them, he gave it to them. Abuelo was a very special person. He would help everyone he could. He was also a very complete person and compassionate. God helped then and as more children arrived they would continue prospering. Abuela’s mother, Petronila ( I would call her abuela la vieja) always lived with them and helped them raise raise all the children and incredibly lovingly. According to my mother (tia china) She lived us until she died and was the first great sadness I felt in my life. I was 24 years old when she died. Abuelo and abuela began having children. The first was Amalla, whose actual name was Amada, afterwards a boy was born named Arturo and they would call him Coito. Aftewards my mother was born, Ernestina, whom they would call la china. Abuelo nicknamed her China because she had straight black hair and brown eyes. He said that she looked like a china (she looked Chinese). Later Futty was born whose real name was Ester; then Guedy whose real name was Agueda after abuelo’s mother. Then they had a second boy, tío Lulo whose real name was Fausto. At this time something very sad occurred. Abuela Maximina was expecting the birth of tío Roberto, the summer began. Usually the whole family would vacation in Baracoa, where abuelo had bought a large and beautiful house. The house faced the sea and there the family would spend the summer. Everyone went including the cook, the nannies and the chauffer. Thie beach was located around two hours from where they lived in Marianao. That year the oldest boy, Arturo, had to go to summer school for a time. The family decided to go on vacation with all the children to the beach and leave Arturo with his grandmother, Petronila in the house in Marianao. When summer school was finished, he would also be taken to the beach in Baracoa. One day Arturo came home from school with pain in his stomach. Petronila, thinking that it was irregularity (extreñimiento) gave him a laxative. The pain increased so much that the whole family returned from the beach with a very good surgeon, since he needed to have emergency surgery; he had appendicitis. He did not survive the surgery and died in 1925 on the operating table. Many people would tell me that there was no way to describe the sadness that abuelo and abuela experienced during this time. They could not overcome the sadness. Some time later, tío Roberto was born. Since they had so many children to raise; abuelo sold the house in Marianao and built the house where I was born. They moved to that house so the memories would not be
so painful. Abuela would take me every year to the cemetery to put flowers on her son’s grave on his birthday. After tío Roberto then tío Eduardo was born and he was the last child they had and eight years later, I was born and also went to live with them. Abuelo always would tell me that I was the youngest of their children. I lived with them and slept in his room in a small bed. Abuelo and abuela adopted an exemplary way of life. They lived for their children whom they loved tremendously. They also had a huge number of friends who loved them dearly. There were always people visiting the house and many would stay to have lunch or dinner. When their children were married there were six couples. Every night of the week one of the couples would go to the house to eat but on Sundays all the couples would have lunch there. In that way the whole family would get together. Nochebuenas (Christmas Eves) were incredible. Starting early in the morning there was a lot of movement in the house. All the maids and the cook would help in preparing the meal but my abuela, who at the same time was just as good a cook as she was enthusiastic would do and direct almost everything. It seems like I am watching her now preparing the lechón (pork) and carving the grease to make the chicharrones (pork rinds). The whole day all would work preparing the meal and at night the dining room table which had 12 chairs to the patio. Remember that in Cuba it was not very cold so we could eat very comfortably outside in the patio. Always good friends would drop by to celebrate nochebuena with us. Abuela Maximina liked to travel, my abuelo did not. When she traveled was the only time they would separate. Abuela would take me with her since I was two years old. She would stay in a beautiful old hotel just like in the movies. This small town had a spring and was called San Miguel de los Baños. We would go two or three times a year and she wold stay several days since she had a bad gallbladder and there the waters that they drank were also medicinal. She would always take me with her and my nanny, Juana. When I was eight years old World War II ended. Abuela took me to Miami for the first time. We would travel in a ship named Florida which would leave La Habana at 6:00 in the afternoon; we would sleep in the ship and arrive in Miami at 8:00 in the morning. The ship would embark and disembark next to a bridge in the middle of downtown Miami. Tía Guedy would always travel with us. We made several trips to Miami and to Tampa to get to know my bisabuelo’s family who lived there. In Cuba she took me to see the sanctuary of Caridad del Cobre. The longest trip we took was from La Habana to Key West by plane; then in bus to Miami. De Miami we went throughout the Gulf of Mexico and we rested in several places such as New Orleans and other cities. We then crossed the frontier into Mexico, traveled throughout Mexico and then returned to La Habana. The trip lasted a whole month and was an excursion organized by a Catholic teacher from La Habana who was friends of abuelo. I was 13 years old when I went on that trip. I have always believed that abuela Maximina loved to travel but I think she did it mainly so that I would get to know different places and learn from the trips. She loved to spoil me since I was born. Abuelo only came to Miami once to see a house that he was considering buying but in the end, he did not buy it. This was around 1948 or 1949. A large group of us came to Miami, which consisted of abuelo, abuela, tía Amalla, Aristides, Aristico who was one year old, mami, papi and me. That short trip only lasted a couple of days. With abuelo, I would travel around La Habana. He had to go on different errands and and attend to business; he would take me with him. Fidel Castro took 43 houses, a variety of land parcels, the house from El Reparto Nautico and a farm in the country. When we would travel his chauffer, Demetrio Perez would always drive us. He was my abuelo’s chauffer since I was born. Gomez as we called him was a very good man who loved the whole family very much. And the family loved him very much as well. He was the one who brought me home from the clinic when I was born. He died of some heart ailment when I was 22 years old. I felt his passing, as I would that of a family member. Abuelo would also take me to his farm every afternoon, this was his hobby. The farm was very large with a beautiful house in the center. There lived a gentleman with his wife and daughter. They took care of the farm. Also in a small house or shack there lived a little old man whose name was Luisito who was the one who would milk the cows and took care of the animals. Gomez would take us at around 3:00 in the afternoon and we would return at around 6:00 in the afternoon. I would run throughout the fields and I would see how they would feed the chickens and the pigs and how they would milk the cows. There I had a doll house which was so large tht I actually fit in it. It had a living room, bedroom and a porch. It also had a glass, above the door that said “Villa Virginia”. Abuela had it made for me when I turned 4 years old. That birthday they celebrated it for me at the farm. Another thing that I liked very much about abuela is that she liked children a lot. Even when she was elderly, 92 years old or so, she told me “I like that children always be happy” Abuelo and abuela would also throw costume parties at the farm for all the grandchildren. The sons and daughters who were married but did not yet have children would celebrate new year’s eve there in the farm. They would take me as well and take me to sleep early. The farm had several terraces where they would place tables and there was always a lot of music. They would invite many friends and the parties were large and a lot of fun. When my uncles were growing up they would study in different schools such as the Apostolado, Belen and LaSalle. When they became young men some of them would be sent to the United States to study. Tía Futty, tía Guedy and tío Lulo attended las Ursulinas in New Orleans. Tia Futty did not like it and she wanted to return to Cuba right away. Tia Guedy and tío Lulo stayed several years in the boarding school. They were the ones who later on spoke the best English. I was 3 years old during that time. Years passed and their sons and daughters grew up in the same house that abuelo built in general lee ( a street ) in Marianao. Tia Amalla, who was the oldest, was the first to get married to Aristides Agüero. Then my mother Ernestina was married to Alfredo Guim. When they were 3 months married and my mother was 3 months pregnant, my father passed away from a typhoid epidemic. My mama went to live again with abuelo and abuela where I was born and I was raised. When I was 2 and ½ years old she married Dr. Mario Sanchez Solis. Afterwards tía Futty married Heriberto Triana. It is curious that all of them married in order since after that tío Lulo married Mercedes Sanchez, whom was also called China. Then tío Roberto was married to Rosa de la Vega and tio Eduardo married Irene Lopez Alpizar. Her father had been the mayor of the City of Marianao. The only one who never married was tía Guedy. She had a boyfriend for several years to whom she loved very much. His name was Humberto Bruigas. They broke up, I do not really know why. I believe he was not liked by abuelo and abuela. Tia Guedy was a very good person and she was very obedient.

Many years have passed and as all of us know all of the uncles have died except for mi mami who still lives and I thank God for that. She is very old and lives with my sister Alicia.

Abuelo and Abuela had a total of 8 sons and daughters, 22 grandchildren, 37 great grandchildren and 24 great great grandchildren.

I know that all of you know the exceptional abuelos we had; whom we loved very much and are very proud of. No matter the problems that present themselves in my life, having had them as abuelos, mami as my mother, and Lalo as my husband, allow me to overcome anything that I must face. A person’s life is measured by the memories that remain in others when they leave.


It is my hope that the history I have narrated to you about our family has resulted interesting and entertaining.

With love from your cousin who loves you

YiYi