Chapter 8 – FLOWER DUST

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Jorlys I. Alvarado Morales

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Jorlys I. Alvarado Morales

MY BEAUTIFUL AND DELICATE ROSE, ROCíO – I. Rocío –  My Grandmother Rocío, was born on December 13, 1946 in Salinas, Puerto Rico.  She had a twin brother named Luis.  In total, there were eleven children in the household. Rocío was the youngest but had been born with the instinct of a caring mother. She always carried a rag doll named Lucy that had been made by her father. My grandmother always said that when she became a mother, she would give everything to her children and she would love them no matter what. All through her...

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Andrés R. Muñiz

Posted by on Mar 20, 2012 in 1.08 - Flower Dust | 1 comment

Andrés R. Muñiz

A THOUSAND MEMORIES – This photograph is of a wedding. In it, all of the Muñiz Vega Family is present, although many of the names escape me. I do recognize Radamés Muñiz, who is my grandfather (labeled), and América Vega, his aunt, who is easy to recognize, given the fact she is wearing the wedding dress, and holding a bouquet of flowers. The year is 1926, but Radamés Muñiz doesn’t exactly remember the date. When he showed me this picture, his face was joyous, a joy that had been forgotten. It is such a pleasure to see his smile as...

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Gabriel Vidal

Posted by on Mar 20, 2012 in 1.08 - Flower Dust | 2 comments

Gabriel Vidal

STRINGS OF MEMORIES – I struggle with all my strength to hold on to the old dusty desk, but falter and curse as the eighty-year-old piece of furniture busts into pieces. With a sense of foreboding, I look at my mom and before I speak she says, “Don’t worry about it. I was going to tell you to put it outside. It’s full of termites.” Sighing with relief, I suddenly see an envelope in the middle of the wrecked mess. Inside are countless pictures of family members I have never seen in my life. My mom explains they are of my...

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Maruja Toledo

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Maruja Toledo

TO THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE – There you stand, posing for a wedding picture, without even a smile on your face. What are you wondering?  Let me tell you something. Your life will not be nearly as bad as you might imagine nor as wonderful as you would wish for, but in spite of everything, you will survive.  Even though you do not know it yet, you are a survivor. Perhaps you do not know, but there are loving hands all around you.  The hands that sewed your dress worked tirelessly for hours so it would be a perfect fit.  The fabric was...

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Paola C. Morales Ortíz

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Paola C. Morales Ortíz

TIMELESS SMILE – All these photographs are of my mom and taken way before I was even in her thoughts; before she met my dad, even before pictures had color. Back then, the photos make it seem like  everything was black and white. One dollar could take you places and having a TV was the best thing that could ever happen. In the first picture my mom is a baby sitting on her mother’s lap. Like all babies, she was quite a bundle.  She wouldn’t sit still and look at the camera. They had to settle for a picture of her looking sideways. In the...

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