Thursday, May 29, 2008

Memorial Day in Waco

I left work sick Sunday night, got home about midnight and laid in bed trying to fall asleep. I don't know what time I finally fell asleep, but at 07:30 am, my wife got up. We had to go to the Memorial Day service they were having at the Rosemound Cemetery. Carlos came home since he had a four day weekend. He knew we attended the Memorial Day services and to my wife's delight he brought his uniform. Upon parking and walking towards the service area we met Maiko's High School Marine ROTC instructor. He recognized my wife but did not recognized Carlos, who was all of 11 years old when Maiko graduated.

The ceremony was very moving. There were more people there then in previous years. So many flags, so many wars,...
The Marines were there in their dress blues. Very impressive. The Army, navy, Air force and Coast Guard were also represented. It was hot and humid, an overcast day.

The old veterans were there with their patches commemorating battles, ships, wars, and work groups. All proud to have served this country.
All life members of an elite group that has served their country in times of war.
All proud of their Service.
Some young, some old. Bill Erck and his wife knew Carlos when Carlos was just a little kid. Elfida use to take him to our C.O.P and C.P.A. meeting. He was too young to be left alone at home. Bill is a former Marine who never lost that Marine walk.
I think I will let the pictures do the talking now.






Advise and well wishes from an old Marine to a young Marine.
I wish more people had attended to hear the speakers talk about those who have lost their lives defending this country. This is the best way to show our children why it is so important to stand up for our freedom, at home and abroad.



Thursday, May 15, 2008

My brother

This is my brother Rogelio. He is three years older than me (but I look much younger that him). When we were young, we got along very well. We use to buy tons of plastic toy soldiers, toy guns and little cars to play with. I always had a playmate.
As the years came and we made it to our teenage years we became very different from each other. Rogelio, better know to us as, Roje, grew more conservative, a lot more mature. He enjoyed the benefits of having more in common with my older sister, Maria Elena.
Roje got into being an frequent escort for weddings and quinceañeras. Maria Elena bought him the suits and ties. He wore his hair short and combed. Remember Santana's "Europa (Earth's cry, Heaven's smile)? Roje and I shared a room at home and during the week he would listen to a radio program called "La Media Naranja". People would request dedications for their boyfriend or girlfriend or would also ask for the DJ to set them up on dates with other listeners. The theme song for the program was "Europa". Every time I hear that song, that is the memory that comes back to me. Well, listening to that program was one of the few things we would agree on. Roje had a 1971 Camaro that Maria Elena had given him. During our teenage years, he hated having to give me a ride to Piedras Negras. Either I had to give him gas money or mom had to order him to take me. Some of the things that bother Roje about me were - I drank beer, hung around with my cousins (his cousins too), dressed like the 70s, drank beer, and drank more beer and smoked.
Roje never wore T-shirts by themselves or blue jeans. He preferred the button down shirts and slacks. He hung out with our older cousins who were more mature than the ones I hung out with. He stayed out of trouble, always. I don't think mom ever missed a night's sleep because of him. He worked, went to school, had a formal girlfriend and came home every night.
Me, well, I drank beer, smoked, got into fights and just barely manage to stay out of serious trouble and would leave home on Friday and come back on Sunday. That's me on the right side of the picture. I wore that shirt every day, owned one pair of dress shoes and wore sneakers all the time. I also had one or two dress pants and a couple of button down shirts. Mom made sure of that so that if I had to go dressed to some important event (like a funeral) I could look descent. Yeah, I would get a hair cut once in awhile, but it was usually too long and kept me on my grand fathers problem child list.
Check him out! Que carita! This was from Maria Elena's wedding or Dora's quinceañera. The girl was really pretty and Roje was really love struck. He was actually nice to me that night. Didn't yell at me at all.
This is from his wedding night. That was a great night. They had a pretty good band playing at the dance hall. My cousins and I danced most of the night. The only bad thing was that some drunk ran into Dora's car after the dance. The actual dance ended at 0200 am, but some drunk relative paid for the band to continue playing at the "torno boda" which is the party after the dance. That lasted until about 0800 am. We ate "menudo" and continued dancing till the sun came up. Oh yeah, I did wear a button down shirt, dress shoes and slacks that night. I also behaved since both my parents were there.
Here I am in something different other than my green army shirt. I use to listen to American music more that Mexican music. Roje preferred to listen to Mexican music. He had an 8-track player in his car and we would listen to "los Terricolas, Los Angeles Negros, Camilo Sesto, Nelson Ned, Estela Nuñez, Juan Gabriel, etc". Once in a while he would let us play Elton John or John Denver. That was a wild a music as he would put up with.
After he got married he let loose a little and moved away from full button down shirts and wore blue jeans. We started to get along better by then. I also cleaned up a bit.
I was still doing the same things but since I wasn't at home any more, it wasn't as noticeable. Well, now since I have matured some, I really like that old Mexican music Roje use to like.
I was already married when this one was taken. Roje actually invited me and Elfida to a party at his in-laws house. Well, I started thinking about Roje because I found that "Youtube" has music from all those old Mexican singer from the 70's. Some of the songs I hadn't heard in more 30 years. Listening to them brought back some old memories. I realized that I didn't have a whole lot of memories of Roje and me doing thing together as teenagers. OK, I did remembered lots of funny stories about things we did that would get him mad at us. Yeah, there are lots of those stories. We get along great now, except when we travel together. I don't like being late for anything and he is never in a hurry to get to any place. He's told Elfida that he is going to get her a medal for putting up with me and my lack of patience.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Coming Home.

Carlos is back in Texas. He is stationed in Ft. Worth. He came home on a weekend still in his desert camies and Elfida got a picture with him. He is way taller that his mom. Elfida went to pose, I was taking the picture, Isabelle and Maiko were watching. Everyone forgot about Lily.
Yeah, she climbed up on the chair that Isabelle was using to help Elfida wash dishes. So many suds!! What to do with them.
How about washing your hair? Very good.

Don't forget the neck. She was so proud of how clean she got herself. What a character!!!