Left to Right:Nachita, Uncle Polo, Dolores, Aunt Gloria, Santi, Memo, and Marisela.
My mom Eustolia and Aunt Gloria.
Lupe at her aunt Gloria’s house.
Yummies being sold at “El zocalo.”
Plants for sale at the “Plaza.”
Beans and pumpkin seeds sold by the kilo, oh my!
RIP Dad. We love you.
Arranging the flowers at Dad’s grave.
This structure was intended to be a church, but instead it became a family burial site. It is approximately 100 years old.
Marisela, Dolores, and Patricia buying pan dulce at the “Mercado.”
Francis and Mom walking through the mercado and eying the pan dulce.
Francis and Ines eating pancita (akamenudo).
Patricia eating breakfast. Hot chocolate and pan dulce.
Patricia and Dolores sitting on a bench at “el zocalo.”
An old fashioned sewing machine. My mother once owned one like this one back in the 70’s.
Have you ever seen such beautiful cilantro and radishes in your life! I just had to snap a picture.
Martha is going to sell us some lemon ice cream.
Mom eating lemon ice cream while Marisela waits for hers.
A church from Teplazingo ( a nearby pueblo).
The Christmas decorations still adorne the church because the fiestas continue. People always have a reason to celebrate something.
This church is in Acatlan. This is where my dad’s funeral took place.
A hotel next door to my aunt’s house.
Patricia buying chapulines (grasshoppers). Yuk!
Acatlan has grown a lot. It’s a combination of the old and the new. You will find plaza’s (or mercados) as well as bodegas (warehouses such as this one). Guess who’s in town? That’s right—WALMART. In a few years, I’m sure that the mercado’swill disappear. Sniff, sniff.
This is a church called “El Calvario.” The English translation is Calvary. See the red arrow? It’s pointing at a clock. My mom raised the money (by selling tamales) to purchase and install this clock. Rumor has it that other people are claiming that they paid for the clock since there isn’t a plaque recognizing my mom’s hard work and contribution .