October, in my family is the month of the birthdays. Of the 31 days of the month, 28 days we have a family member’s birthday. And no one has a birthday on the same day.
I’m glad for Facebook, because they send reminders of the birthdays. I’ll be lost or checking the calendar. After a few days sending birthday wishes I don’t know what to say anymore. I keep repeating myself.
October is coming to be expensive like Christmas. Beside of Halloween that I loved we have all the kid’s birthday parties. If I get invited I need to buy a present. Occasionally, I don’t know what to buy and I ended with a headache.
My oldest son’s birthday is October 20th. Also, I’ve nephews, nieces, sister, aunts, cousins born on the same month. My dad and my grandma also born in October both deceased. And for grandkids on my side, none.
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For the past 4 years I’ve been tracing my ancestors. My family tree has been filling up with names and information of people I never heard. I get excited every time I discover a new name, marriage, children’s, and their different jobs. I can trace two generations on my mother’s side as my grandmother didn’t know much about her mother, however on her dad’s side I went four generations. I discover an interesting fact about my great grandpa. He has registered in the census of 1910 three families under three different names. Oh yes, he uses his real name on my grandma’s home, his middle name on a second family, and his nickname in the third family. Now I understand why I have all this grandmas and uncles when I was visiting with my mother her hometown.
On the other hands on my dad’s family, it has been difficult to find his mother’s side since he lost his mother at a very young age. My dad lost communication with his dad. After his mother passed away in childbirth, my dad who was two went to live with my grandpa’s cousins. They loved and treat my dad like their own child. I discovered a few months ago, my dad’s mother had a sister. She was in prison for a while in the 1930’s and have a child during that time. On my grandpa’s side, I went to three generations discovering they have properties and money. They’ve lost everything by the 1940’s. I did find records confirming what my dad had always told us he begins working in the fields at the age of 10.
I always love reading about history. That’s the reason I began to trace my ancestors. My family will never be in the history books; though, I’ve been discovering fascinating facts. The discovery of a child, which grandma -mom’s side-didn’t know about it or they didn’t want us to know. The discovery of their ages on when they’ve begun working and how young they’ve begun having children of their own. By the way some of them were very young. They went to school and as soon were ready the boys went to work in the fields and the girls helping their mothers. My mother uses to sew, others people’s clothes.
Finally, I resolved the mystery behind my name, from whom I was named for. All my siblings have been named after a beloved family member. In my case it was a different story. My dad decides to please his dad giving me the name of his mistress. Are you kidding me? I got trapped with the forbidden name. That’s the reason my dad’s family didn’t like it. My mother, well you can imagine. Yes, I get it now.
Tracing the past, it’s been a fun hobby, including learning the struggles and life of my ancestors. My grandkids have been learning about our family and they loved it, too. That’s my gift to them. My goal is to keep finding more stories to tell.
Daily Post: Trace
The other day they were talking at school about the different cultures and a kid in my granddaughter classroom asks her if she was black. My granddaughter response; “I’m black, white, and Latina so I’m a mix also I speak Spanish and English”.
The kid responds, “That’s so cool you can speak Spanish and English”.
When she told me, I ask her how she feels. She just smiles and says, “Grandma you worry too much” and she went to her room. I always had been worried about it. I don’t want her or my other grandkids get hurt or be judged because the color of their skin.
However, this time the boy was more interesting on her speaking two languages. What a lesson.
My dad and great grandkids…my older granddaughter in pink, my grandson in white, and the younger in purple and my two nephews!
Daily Post: Diverse
Daily Post: Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?
I consider myself an honest person; also I’m careful not to hurt anyone feeling.
I have family members who ask and want my honest opinion.
I smiled to them and said; “do you want the truth or you want me to lie”.
Usually they end saying to me; “don’t bother or I don’t want to know anyway”.
Over the years I’ve met a few people who don’t care about others. They love to embarrass and to make them feel inferior. They don’t care if they offend others. Those are the ones that I don’t need in my life and told my kids to stay away from them.
Don’t confuse the meaning of honesty with being rude.
Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you.