Chapter 9 – LAS HEBRAS

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Grexarie Torres Caraballo

Posted by on Apr 30, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 4 comments

Grexarie Torres Caraballo

SPANIARD, TAíNO AND AFRICAN; THE PERFECT MIX FOR A PUERTO RICAN – “That photo was passed on to me when your grandfather Domingo died,” said my grandmother Palmira, while sitting in her wheelchair. “She was his mother, Ovidia Correa. I believe that it was taken sometime after she was married. There is not much I can tell you about her. I was nine when I first saw her and never had much interest in her past. I can only tell you the little I know from your grandfather and what I saw.” “It’s ok grandma. Anything you tell me is all right,” I...

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Omar A. Santiago Báez

Posted by on Apr 28, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 0 comments

Omar A. Santiago Báez

JUST MAYBE, SHE WAS RIGHT – I don’t even know the woman in the photo. She died eleven years before I was born.  I always joke to people that my mother is too strict and that she mistreats me. But if I say that in front of my grandmother, aunts or uncles, they’d tell that my mother doesn’t even come close to my great-grandmother Ramona Pérez Rodríguez; mother of Ramón Luis, José Antonio and Gloria María; grandmother of Myrna, Ramón Luis, Jr., Sonia, José Antonio, Jr., Nelson, Tania, Raúl, Glorimel, Ismael, Jr., Luz de Lourdes, Miriam,...

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Mario E. Rodríguez

Posted by on Apr 6, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 0 comments

Mario E. Rodríguez

GONE WITH THE WIND – I can’t imagine my life without my mother. Without her, probably I wouldn’t be here, in front of this computer writing this down now. She has been there for me since the very first day of my existence, loving me, looking after for me, taking care of me and if I continue talking about her, I won’t stop. Enough talking about my mother. Let me now tell you about the real purpose of this, my grandmother. When Olga María León was one-years-old, she and her little brother, Tío Papún, were abandoned by their mother. It was...

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Donn Feliú Lajara

Posted by on Apr 3, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 2 comments

Donn Feliú Lajara

  FOUR GENERATIONS – “Your great grandparents were complete opposites, but love united them at all times,” said my mother as we were looking at some old pictures. She started with a simple story of how my great-grandfather, Papá Vale as she called him, chased her down the road with a belt or a stick if she arrived late at night to the house. “He was stubborn, strict and always claiming respect, but he loved us all the same,” she said sadly. She also described my great-grandparents’ marriage as humble. They raised a total of...

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Fiorelys Mendoza

Posted by on Apr 3, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 7 comments

Fiorelys Mendoza

THE ONLY PORTRAIT – “This is the only picture I have from my teenage years,” says my sixty-two-year-old grandma, “It was taken when I was fifteen.”  Reminiscing about her past, she nervously looks at the picture, her picture, taken a long time ago. Abuela Floren was raised in El Maní, a neighborhood in Mayagüez. She was the eldest of nine other siblings. “We were very poor.  There was never enough food to eat. Our bed sheets were some hard, coarse, brown, potato sacks sewn together.  My mom had post-partum depression when my youngest...

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Reinaldo Manuel Delíz Lugo

Posted by on Apr 3, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 0 comments

Reinaldo Manuel Delíz Lugo

THE WHEEL – One Sunday evening my family decided to have dinner at my aunt’s house. At the time, I was young, extremely curious and restless. While we were waiting for her to serve the food, I explored the house to calm myself. There was nothing outstanding about the place, but at the end of the hall, there were a series of old pictures, every one of them of different family members posing in front of an old wagon wheel. When we sat down to eat, I asked my aunt why there were so many pictures with that one particular detail. She...

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Josean Martínez Badillo

Posted by on Apr 3, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 1 comment

Josean Martínez Badillo

TRAVELING WITH SILLY PANTS – My grandmother took this beautiful picture many years ago in her house, which was located in Lares, P. R. For those who have never been there, let me give you a little description to help you travel there for a few seconds through the amazing magic of words. Lares is a very pretty and friendly place to live, set in the mountains. It is known for celebrating El Grito de Lares which marks a very famous revolt against the Spanish and to this day represents many Puerto Rican’s sympathy towards independence....

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Keishla Cotto Maisonet

Posted by on Mar 27, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 1 comment

Keishla Cotto Maisonet

  THE STORY THAT WILL NEVER BE – When I first saw the picture, I thought the woman in it was Abuela Carmen. Then I noticed little details and features in the facial structure.  The small eyes and thin lips reminded me of someone. Could this be my bisabuela? I remembered Abuela Carmen usually wrote something about a picture on the back, so, because of its poor condition, I slowly and delicately turned it over.  I couldn’t read or understand the entire message.  It was blurry and the blue ink was a little washed out in some parts. ...

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Fabiola Robles Juarbe

Posted by on Mar 19, 2012 in 1.09 - Las Hebras | 2 comments

Fabiola Robles Juarbe

  A BOX FULL OF MEMORIES –  With the smell of coffee in the air and to the sound of Los Trio, I sit on the couch next to Grandpa. Together we look at an old photograph. “That’s Mom next to your father, right Abuelo?” I ask. He nods his head. “That’s him two years before the heart attack of which he died,” he replies sadly. I take his cup of coffee to the kitchen, while he remembers his father. His name was Jesus Juarbe Serrano: a father, a husband, a hard worker, and my great-grandfather. Son of divorced parents, he was born in...

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