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My nephew Anthony turns 2 this month -- he already has quite a vocabulary! My boys never uttered coherent sentences until they had at least reached the age of two. When we tell Anthony we love him he responds with, "Love you too so much." He makes my heart melt.
Sweet sis-in-law Jeanne.
Dad's special (edited) words for Grandma. For any family members and friends, a full copy can be forwarded at your request:
Introductory Remarks I Did NOT Deliver
At Mom’s 90th Birthday Celebration
Most of this did happen but some of it is apocryphal . . .
My sister, Patsy, and I thank each and every one of you for gathering with us today to honor our mother in this celebration of her 90th birthday. This observance is a bit early since Mom’s actual date of birth is June 28.
Mom is my first teacher and she is still my principle one. Whereas as a child she taught me by rote and training, she continues to teach me by example. Before I entered first grade I could recite all my prayers and some nursery rhymes and Mother Goose stories. I loved to hear her read to me with her lively interpretation which made the characters come to life, and to hear her sing with her clear sweet voice.
When I graduated from “Mary had a Little Lamb” I tried to repeat the songs I would hear her sing while she did her chores. “Mairzy doats and Doazy doats. . .” were sounds that fascinated me “. . . and little lamzydivy.” After some practice I mastered the next line: “A kiddle eadivy, too, wouldn’t you?” Only when I was a teenager did I realize it’s a song about animals, but as a kid I just liked the sounds of those nonsense words tripping off my Momma’s tongue.
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When I was 2 years old Mom made me a present of a little brother. Since I was always stealing his bottle of milk Frank quickly learned how to take up for himself. Too small yet for him to handle me physically, he learned to disarm me with his charming humor and personality. Everybody was putty in Frank’s hands. For instance whenever I make the mistake of trying to tell an old joke in my wife’s presence she reminds me it’s an old joke. But not so with Frank; in fact, she would ask him again and again to repeat a favorite story and he would oblige and it would always sound fresh.
Frank was industrious. While still a teenager he took a job in a neighborhood grocery store where he did some stocking and sacking and eventually was trained to cut meat. Butchers are always nicking themselves with their sharp knives so in the interest of hygiene the shop always kept a box of latex fingers for protection. Frank always kept extras in his shirt pocket since he would go through several a day. When he got home he would change to go out and toss the extras in a sock drawer where he could retrieve them the next time he went to work.
One evening when Frank came home from work Mom was waiting for him. Very stern and serious she pointed to the kitchen table where she spread several latex fingers she found in his sock drawer. Her outrage rebuked him severely: “In my house! Under my roof!” It took him several anxious minutes to explain what those were all about. He later explained to me, “Ed, if Mom could kill that was the time.” He held out his thumb and forefinger millimeters apart, “I came that close!”
A huge vacuum was left in our family when Frank died suddenly in 1984. All the charm, talent, brains and wit went with him. That left Patsy and me, a little slower of wit and just a little dyslexic. I have to speak slowly and deliberately. If I don’t pick my words then things tend to come out backwards. Less so with Patsy but she did declare once that “Dog is my copilot!” I understood her right away. She was talking about Ethel.
Knowing that Patsy is at home with Mom I have never had to worry about her well being. Patsy looks after all the details and things are always in good order...
Mom’s sister, Tonie, is with us. Sister Marie Evelyn has been a Sister of Charity for some 60 years. She has spent most of her religious life in the pagan badlands of Colorado. After she helped tame down that territory she moved to back to civilization 2 years ago. While Tonie does not miss the ice and snow of Colorado, she has had to get used to the dry climate of New Mexico. I am sure she has had to reconsider if the trade off was worth it: muddy roads or itchy skin.
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One other brother of Mom’s, Ray, sends his love along with regrets for not being able to be here today. ...Their children, who also live out state, have sent Mom their best wishes.
Mom’s best friend while growing up and well into adulthood was her sister, Anna. Although Anna was younger than Mom she says Anna was her mentor because she could size things up and know quickly what was going on. That’s the way my own kid brother, Frank, was with me. Mom admired Anna’s spunk and initiative and used to wonder aloud to her “How did you do that?” and she would say “Gee, Caroline, Dad just has to look at you and you look guilty. If you’re going to do something, just do it!” Mom would only take one candy bar with Grandpa’s permission but Anna would fearlessly take one more because “I asked him if I could have SOME candy.” Mom did not have that kind of nerve. About 40 years ago God took Anna and her beautiful soprano voice and she is watching us from a safe place today. But her husband, John Griego, is here with us. Uncle Johnny is a retired principal ... and is accompanied by 4 of his 6 children: Antoinette, Ann Therese, Johnny Junior, and Ron.
Mom, at 90 years of age you’re still a spring chicken when compared to your brother-in-law, Feliciano. Uncle Felix turned 95 in January! At his 90th birthday party I congratulated him on his recent second retirement as a cross guard. But Uncle Felix just shook his head sadly at me and confessed, “No, Edward, I retired too soon.” He meant it. Uncle Felix loves order and duty. Like Saint Joseph the Worker he welcomes labor as a blessing. His daughter, Dolores, and her husband, brought Uncle Felix and Aunt Regi to this celebration.
Not to be outdone, Mom’s cousin, Dora Padilla, is going to be 95 years old this summer, too...
And so many good friends are here, too. Elizabeth P, here from Santa Fe with her son John, has been a comadre with Mom for some 50 years. Elizabeth raised 12 children on the family farm in ..., later commuted to Highlands in Las Vegas and earned her degree and worked at the Boys School in ... long enough to earn a state pension. Our families were always exchanging visits, often without notice especially in those early years when long distance calls were complicated and expensive. Mom found she had a long weekend available so she took advantage of the time and took the Greyhound to visit Elizabeth in Maxwell. Elizabeth’s husband, Manuel, answered the phone when Mom called from the Maxwell bus stop, and when he picked her up he explained Elizabeth was out for the weekend visiting a relative.
Mom spent the weekend at the farm with Manuel and the kids and on Monday morning when she was getting ready to enter the Greyhound, Elizabeth stepped down. Aunt Anna MUST have been right! I can only imagine Manuel, who always tried to avoid even the appearance of evil, was in high blush. But, Ooooooh, did Frankie have a field day with that one! Not long afterward Frank gave Mom a warm peck on the cheek, sat her down in the kitchen, and solemnly told her not to worry, that bad talk has always existed and there’s no stopping it. And he handed her dixie cupful of latex fingers.
Ever since we moved to the South Valley when I was 2 years old I have been in the shadow of the Baca family because they have always been a force in the community. ...
Their brother, Father Paul B., is also here. Father has had a significant impact on our family... Father has consented to say a few words about our mother and to bless the table before we begin our meal. Please welcome Father Paul B.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
