~The tiled floor feels cool and soothing under my feet~
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March 31, 2016
Excerpt
My grandfather was a tall, slim man who with great ease could do math both on paper and in his head.
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March 28, 2016
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March 28, 2016
A big and sincere WELCOME to France!
Happy Easter, Felices Pascuas
Thank you all for following my Blog. During this Holy Season, I pray my memoir will become a reality so I can share my story with you and the rest of the world.
Have a Blessed Easter. Felices Pascuas.
Have a Blessed Easter. Felices Pascuas.
Continued from March 20, 2016
This Trial Stood Out
Many others were treated as unfairly as Colonel Sosa Blanco; but his trial stood out because the sham was so publicly displayed, a clear indication that a dictatorship was forming under which no one would get a fair trial and all the accused would be guilty as charged. Colonel Sosa Blanco should have had a fair trial. Ironically, two years after his trial, one of the judges who presided at Sosa's trial, was accused of treason by Fidel and was executed. Another of the judges escaped Cuba to avoid the same fate.
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March 24, 2016
This Trial Stood Out
Many others were treated as unfairly as Colonel Sosa Blanco; but his trial stood out because the sham was so publicly displayed, a clear indication that a dictatorship was forming under which no one would get a fair trial and all the accused would be guilty as charged. Colonel Sosa Blanco should have had a fair trial. Ironically, two years after his trial, one of the judges who presided at Sosa's trial, was accused of treason by Fidel and was executed. Another of the judges escaped Cuba to avoid the same fate.
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This Trial Stood Out
.....To be Continued
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March 20, 2016
Published, Democrat and Chronicle Editorial Page on March 21, 2016
On the eve of President Obama's visit to what once was the Republic of Cuba and The Pearl of the Caribbean, the media is already speculating "how will Cuba keep its identity while opening up to the world"
Cuba always had an identity until Fidel destroyed it and imposed a Marxist-Leninist dictatorship. Before Fidel, Cuba always belonged to Cubans. Here we go again. The world's obsession with Cuba, once again, leads to all kinds of misconceptions. Obviously all these so called journalists have not read true Cuban history.
Cuba always, always belonged to the Cuban people. Cuba Libre!
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March 18, 2016
On the eve of President Obama's visit to what once was the Republic of Cuba and The Pearl of the Caribbean, the media is already speculating "how will Cuba keep its identity while opening up to the world"
Cuba always had an identity until Fidel destroyed it and imposed a Marxist-Leninist dictatorship. Before Fidel, Cuba always belonged to Cubans. Here we go again. The world's obsession with Cuba, once again, leads to all kinds of misconceptions. Obviously all these so called journalists have not read true Cuban history.
Cuba always, always belonged to the Cuban people. Cuba Libre!
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March 18, 2016
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A Runaway Ride
A Runaway Ride
Sometimes when my
grandfather went into town, he would take my mother with him on the horse.
During one of those trips, he did not tie the horse’s reins when he dismounted.
When he turned around to get my mother down, it was too late. The horse took
off in a flash with my mother hanging onto the horse’s neck for dear life.
As the horse raced
at full speed, things began to fall out of the saddle pack. Playing cards flew
behind the horse. At times my mom’s body was completely off the horse, flying
in the air, attached to the horse only by her arms tight around its neck. My
grandfather kept running after them, asking people along the way if they had
seen a horse with a little girl hanging on, after the horse had run out of his
sight. He was sure that at any moment he would find my mother dead on the
roadside, but finally the horse decided that he had had enough. He stopped and
calmly began grazing with my mom still clinging on for dear life until Papasito
caught up, which he finally did. She did not have a scratch on her.
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March 12, 2016
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Then in 1933, the unimaginable happened. Valito committed suicide.
Ever since I can remember, my uncle Valito’s tragic, self-inflicted death has been a mystery. From the little information I have been able to garner, I came to understand that, while at a family gathering, he committed a youthful indiscretion that most probably today would be considered benign. I seem to remember my mother telling me he had too much to drink. However, in the early 1930s, youthful foolishness was considered a big deal. A relative told my grandfather and my grandfather reprimanded my uncle and that was the end of that, but my uncle was sensitive and took the scolding to heart. Coming from a family filled with borderline depression, he was thrown into an inner state of anguish and deep depression.
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March 5, 2016
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Ever since I can remember, my uncle Valito’s tragic, self-inflicted death has been a mystery. From the little information I have been able to garner, I came to understand that, while at a family gathering, he committed a youthful indiscretion that most probably today would be considered benign. I seem to remember my mother telling me he had too much to drink. However, in the early 1930s, youthful foolishness was considered a big deal. A relative told my grandfather and my grandfather reprimanded my uncle and that was the end of that, but my uncle was sensitive and took the scolding to heart. Coming from a family filled with borderline depression, he was thrown into an inner state of anguish and deep depression.
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March 5, 2016
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