Are you tired of photos of angels and crosses yet? If your answer is yes, tune back in next week. I should be done with the Vela, Barrera, Cox, Guerra, saga by that time.
My sister Dottie has lots of good ideas. This one, to take a trip down to Laredo to see Aunt Coty, was a particularly good one. I am still taking it all in. Driving down the highway while Dottie asked questions and Aunt Coty supplied the details. Eating "pan dulce" around the table and laughing. Catching up on what is going on with all our cousins and their children. Talking about the time Uncle Fred served us highballs in our early teens. Trying to keep straight in my head all our grandparents and great grandparents and great, great, grandparents ... and I haven't even started on all their brothers and sisters... and their children.
Finding out about the time Uncle Javier flew home on a private jet with George H. W. Bush and how our cousin Joe's grandmother met, and became friends with, Georgia O'Keefe while his mom was working for the Indian health service in Santa Fe. And how his great grandfather, who loved history, would slip into a church in Mexico and copy by hand the church documents in order to preserve the details of the families recorded there. My head is full of stories.
Aunt Coty made us laugh from the minute she picked us up at the airport until we left her house this morning. It's been a long time since anyone told me a joke that only makes sense in Spanish. Way too long.