My mind has been wondering to the past lately...wondering about my
parents, wondering about my life...
I wanted to post some photos of my mother, so I went to my
archives...when I saw the only photo I have of my mother holding
me...I knew I would post it. A friend of mine that lives in Germany
now, Susana Bote, surprised me with the artwork after I had posted
it in Facebook. It was a gesture that touched my heart!
Then I saw this one...my mom and dad in Madrid, with my brother
Gabriel...the year 1945. My mother's beauty never ceases to amaze me!
Unfortunately, I can't say the same about my dad...
I mean look at her! Was she not gorgeous? I have many more of her
thanks to relatives that had them. My parents lost many photos
when moving from one place to another...
And then this next photo came to my attention once more. My mom
is not in it, but I chose this one because It's a rare one. Actually,
so rare that I had no idea it existed until last year, when a cousin
from Spain, published it in Facebook, and wanted to know who was
the baby in her uncle Gabriel's arms.
That baby, to my surprise was me..it was dated December 1960,
Central Park, New York! I was six months old. At first I was in shock.
Afterward, I cried and cried. Never had I seen a photo of my father
holding any of us as a baby! I don't recall any as children either...
Surely there were more...they just got lost during their travels...
Look at my little face, I wonder what I was thinking... Probably, where
are they taking me next! After all, I had been conceived in Cuba, born in
Puerto Rico...10 days after my birth I was going "home" to Spain, in
a ship, El Satrustegui, where I was baptized in the middle of the
Atlantic Ocean. After many days we arrived in Malaga, Spain. From
there to Madrid, and 6 months later I am in Central Park, New York...
That was just the beginning...I am fifty now...and I am not done yet.
Here I am still wondering about my life...
