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LA VOZ de ESPERANZA • November <strong>2012</strong> Vol. 25 Issue 9• 8 It sounds CRAZY—but it all goes together. Let me explain. First, the molcajete made with natural volcanic stone offers a grinding surface that is used with the tejolote, or pestle. A molcajete is a must-have tool for authentic moles, salsas and fresh guacamole. The molcajete I have belonged to my mother who passed away in 1999. I found it when I was cleaning my mother’s house in 2004 after both, my father and my brother, Dennis died that year. I was going through boxes in the garage that belonged to my mother filled with clothes, china, jewelry, a bible that belonged to my father and coins galore.You can imagine how I felt as I opened each box. It was like someone did not care about what my parents had left behind. I felt ashamed of how my mother’s house was left, but that’s another story. I opened each box finding cherished items that my mother loved: a green glass vase that she always had on her bedroom dresser, several religious statues, my father’s bible with a holder, and then I saw it –the molcajete. When I unpacked it–it felt like my mother was in the garage with me. The molcajete was taken back to my house in Corpus Christi. We moved several times until we finally moved to Laredo, TX. The molcajete and other items of my parents had been traveling with me for 6 years. Now, my molcajete had a place in my kitchen’s blue counter. Her molcajete is used on a daily basis because I love salsa. It is surrounded by beautiful Mexican women carrying baskets and flowers. The green glass vase also has a place in my dramatic red dining room along with my mother’s dining room furniture. I see my mother’s items everyday and I think about her daily. She was the funniest person I knew. She would make the whole room laugh with her jokes and laughter. Now, about our dog, Rhino. A west highland white terrier that we purchased about 12 years ago, Rhino was my husband’s baby boy who followed Rick everywhere, even to the bathroom. Rick would take Rhino to his office until he started wandering away. Rhino would always spend the night on top of our bed. On Sunday Feb 6, 2011 Rhino was breathing heavily. We knew something was not right. Rick gave him some medication and he went to sleep. We agreed we would take him to the vet on Monday The Super Bowl game was going to start and Rick wanted a spread of snacks, so I made some tacos, dips and fresh salsa Epitafio Junto a mi siempre has estado Me acompañas al dormir y tambien al levantar Eres mi muerte querida. Aquí te tengo un altar. La vida ha sido muy hermosa temiendo siempre morir pero si has de llegar a mí alegre me quiero ir. Con la música en el alma un arpa, y una jarana En mi Veracruz querido ahi me quiero morir. Pero si de amor muriera en cualquier parte del mundo No te preocupes Catrina entierrame en el mar profundo. –Lucia Bolanos El molcajete de mi ma d r e using fresh chile pequin from my backyard. While I was making the salsa in the molcajete I felt something/or someone around me. The salsa’s aroma made me think of my mother and how she made the same salsa. I felt her presence in my kitchen and felt at peace. I did not let Rick know how I was feeling about Rhino. I had been telling Rick that Rhino looked old and tired and that he needed to be prepared for his death. The day ended and Rick carried Rhino up the stairs laying him on our bed. Max, our 125 lb dog, and Henry, my rescued one-eyed cat, followed up the stairs. We all went to sleep. Around 2ish, I felt Rhino jump off the bed. I woke up and woke up Rick. He carried Rhino downstairs to go outside and do his thing. When Rhino walked back into the living room, he collapsed. Rick picked him up and carried him up the stairs turning on my bedside lamp. He told me Rhino was dying. We covered him with a towel and Rick held him like a baby. We both started to cry. Rhino died that night in Rick’s arms as I held on to Rick… Max and Henry were also awake and knew something had happened. We laid Rhino next to Max in his bed and Max put his head next to Rhino’s body. He seemed to know what had happened. Max laid his head down and moaned. Now, I think about that day and how it ended----with my mother’s presence. She was here to comfort me and to take our dog with her. – Dolores González Jarvis
La contadora Me paso todo el año pensando en escribir, la sombra de Calacas me reclama, “piensa mejor en morir”; ¡bah! desde que empecé a razonar me he burlado de la Muerte. Todo está en el tocadero y gran porcentaje en la suerte. Podemos arguir hasta ponernos morados, al fin y al cabo... ya estamos todos contados. oops! www.carlosbarberena.com De la ubre federal le gusta mamar y dar topes no quiere los reglamentos, mas le encantan los billones. El becerro quiere leche, hay que darle de beber. ¡Quiero, pienso pa’ mi vaca!, ¿Cuándo lo van a saciar? Los trucos que usa el Gobe para conseguir su fin. El hombre es ufano, ubicuo y cuando le conviene usa –oops! Se llevó la Catrina al que quería ser Catrín. Luz de velas Cuatro cirios alrededor del muertito, centinelas del finado, antigua costumbre. Coronas, macetas, floreros repletos de flores y lo más indispensable, ¡una llorona!. Cuando llegaba la calma, comenzaba lo mejor: mucha comida, toda clase de platillos que familiares, amistades y vecinos contribuian. ¡Gran comilona en honor de La Catrina! Inhumación Nadie quiere morirse hoy en día –cuesta mucho y no te fían. Hay que planear el suceso –alcabo quedará nomás el hueso. Las personas educadas pueden aguantar el costo –a los que no tienen dónde caerse, ni siquiera el rostro. Por lo tanto, hay que aprender y tenerlo bien sabido que calaca siempre le cae al que anda desprevenido. Dos mil doce Un año muy importante para toda la ralea por ningún motivo dejen que nos lleve la marea. “La Catrina” anda recordando a los que no van a votar es importante que voten, no se vayan a pasear. ¡Vamos a Votar! LA VOZ de ESPERANZA • Nov <strong>2012</strong> Vol. 25 Issue 9• –Amanda Haas ¿Prieta o Guera? Hace tiempo me pregunto, ¿cómo era la Gran Dama? Nos burlamos en la tierra de la que tiene gran fama. ¿Era alta o chaparrita, tenía curvas o era gordita? No me atrevo a hechar piropos a mi Chula Huesudita.” www.brandonmaldonado.com 9
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