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Monthly Archives: November 2011

FIRST SUNDAY OF ADVENT – A TIME OF PREPARATION

27 Sunday Nov 2011

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For the next few Sundays during the season of Advent, I would like to share inspirational words written by those wiser than me.  This is a season of anticipation and reflection to prepare us for the greatest miracle – the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.  May your spiritual preparation for Christmas be meaningful, may you take the time to truly enjoy the company of family and friends and may fun and gifties abound.

Take Time to be Aware . . . . . . . . . . . . . Edward Hays, A Pilgrim’s Almanac, p. 196

Take time to be aware that in the very midst of our busy preparations for the celebration of Christ’s birth in ancient Bethlehem, Christ is reborn in the Bethlehems of our homes and daily lives. Take time, slow down, be still, be awake to the Divine Mystery that looks so common and so ordinary yet is wondrously present.

An old abbot was fond of saying, ‘The devil is always the most active on the highest feast days.’The supreme trick of Old Scratch is to have us so busy decorating, preparing food, practicing music and cleaning in preparation for the feast of Christmas that we actually miss the coming of Christ. Hurt feelings, anger, impatience, injured egos—the list of clouds that busyness creates to blind us to the birth can be long, but it is familiar to us all.

CORZO-GARCIA GRANDPARENTS

26 Saturday Nov 2011

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(Luis Francisco) German Corzo Perez
Born October 11, 1878
Married Elvira Garcia Larrieu May 22,1905
Died December 8, 1939

My maternal grandfather, German Corzo Perez, was the youngest of ten children and Pica Pica, the farm that inspired the title of my blog, was his inheritance.  From what my mother told me about him, he was a true country gentleman, well dressed and with impeccable manners.

He died of cancer after a long and painful illness.  He was hopitalized in Havana for his last surgery.  My father was attending medical school at the time and although my parents were from the same area, they actually connected at this time and their romance began.  I will give an account of this in a future blog.

At the time of his death, December 8, 1939, my parents were engaged and their wedding was planned for May of 1940.  I have the letter my father wrote to my mother upon his return to Havana after the funeral.  In it, he mentions that when he last spoke to him shortly before his death he expressed to him that his greatest concern was leaving his family behind and not being there for them.

Although the farm Pica Pica is now gone, its spirit lives in the hearts of those of us who were fortunate enough to have been there and I hope we pass it on to the next generations.

Elvira Garcia Larrieu
Born January 25, 1884
Married Luis German Corzo Perez May 22, 1905
Died March 23, 1949

I feel a great connection to my maternal grandmother, Elvira Garcia Larrieu, although I never knew her.  She died a month before I was born and although the name Maria Elena had been chosen, in her honor I was named Elvira Maria Elena.  When I was very little I had two recurring dreams about her.  In one I was trying to get across the patio and although I couldn’t see it, there was a rabid dog lurking and I was very frightened.  She was at the other end of the patio and she took a basin filled with water and put her thumb in it and made a sign to chase the dog away.  In the other dream I would see a giant neon sign of her image above the roof of our house.

She died in our house after a long battle with cancer.  She told my mother that she knew she would never get to see me and she would kiss my mother’s stomach, a sign of the love that I would miss. Lolita has a vague recollection of her in her sick bed while she sat in her little rocking chair.  Once I asked my cousin Yolanda if she remembered her and her response was that she had never again felt so loved in all her life.  What a beautiful legacy.

Her father died on her birthday when she was still a child.  From then on her birthday was not celebrated until years into her marriage and after all her children were born my grandfather put an end to it and decided her birthday would again be celebrated each year.

My grandmother and my mother
(one of my favorite pictures)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

24 Thursday Nov 2011

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This year on Thanksgiving Day I look back at all that has happened since last November.  The dissatisfaction with my job and the stress was taking a toll on me so I had made a decision to take early retirement at the end of April.  I was not sure that it was the right decision, but was determined.

In mid-December of 2010 at my daughter’s insistence and hesitantly I went to emergency due to an asthma attack.  I must thank her for her wisdom, I was told I got there in the nick of time.  I had pneumonia which triggered the asthma attack and I was barely getting any oxygen when I got there.  It was a close call, but God was not ready for me yet.

Then one day in August of this year I was not feeling well but I was sure it was my stomach.  Again my daughter wanted to take me to emergency.  I thought it would pass and decided to wait.  I told her if after dinner I still felt sick, I would go to emergency.  Although I was not able to eat, we had company and I waited until everyone was done with dinner.  By that time I was ready to go, but thought they would just give me something for the discomfort and send me home.  As it happened, I was having a heart attack and the tests showed I had two blockages.  It was another close call.  Luckily they were able to take care of the blockages with two stents and there was no damage to the heart.  Again, God was not ready for me.  (My daughter tells me if it happens again, she will not pay attention to me and just call 911).

So this year I am very thankful to be alive.  I am taking better care of myself, going to cardiac rehab and recently attended a meeting of Women Heart, a support group of women with heart disease.  These are amazing women who have survived and who share their stories, their fears, their triumphs, their strong faith and determination to enjoy life each day to the fullest.  I am lucky to be among them.

This blog happened because I wanted to share my memories of my family and of my life with the next generations.  It is something I always wanted to do, but never found the time, but now, I am making the time and the process is helping me heal, both physically and emotionally.

I look forward to the future.  One of my daughters is getting married next year and I want to be there for her and hope when the grandchildren come that I will be there to hold them close to my heart.  I want to be there for both my daughters to rejoice in their happiness and successes and to hold their hands and wipe their tears in times of sorrow.

It is a wonderful life.  May God bless all of you who read this and may you enjoy every moment of your life.  Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Thanksgiving breakfast

HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – IRENE

22 Tuesday Nov 2011

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Irene Hernandez Borragero (Chunita)
Born:  October 20, 1913
Died:  1987
Married to Joaquin Barnet

Chunita was the youngest of the siblings.  I don’t have any information on how she came to be called Chunita.  The name seemed so natural to me growing up that I never asked.  She was a pharmacist and worked in Matanzas and for a time before she got married she lived with us.  I was very little so I don’t remember.  However, there is a story about me refusing to have anyone else clean me up on her wedding day when she was all dressed and ready to leave the house and, as the story goes, she complied.

My father walking Chunita down the aisle.  To the left you can see Ricardito and Pancho up to no good – to the right (partial) is Tío Pepito – the face you see behind between the two of them is Florita Santaballa

Lucky for me she still lived in Matanzas after she got married and continued to spoil me to my heart’s content.  Wichy and I spent a lot of time at her house.  They lived with her husband’s aunt, Ana Maria, who had helped raise him after his mother died.  The relationship between Chunita and Ana Maria was a little bit strained.  Although Ana Maria was very nice to us, she was strict and I will never forget that she made me eat okra for the first and last time in my life.

This picture was taken at Chunita’s house in the days when it was safe
to let a passing by photographer in your house.

Chunita took very good care of her appearance.  She was nearsighted but refused to wear glasses.  Once someone told my mother that Chunita was very stuck up because she saw her from a distance and waved, she was sure Chunita was looking straight at her and completely ignored her.  Being nearsighted myself I know she did not see any of this happening.  Thank God for contact lenses!

Joaquinito was quiet and when he did talk, it was hard to understand what he was saying – I always wondered how he could be a lawyer.  I never got close to him, but he would go along with all of Chunita’s schemes, even to the point of running for senator on the last election before Castro took over.  He was a most inactive candidate.  They would often take us swimming and she would pack a picnic for us and we would have such a great time.

Joaquinito and Chunita

The last New Year’s Eve we were in Cuba, she suddenly got this brilliant idea of taking Lolita and our cousins Elita and Marina (Hernandez) to Varadero to ring in the New Year.  Of course she did not let Joaquinito in on the plan.  Instead she wanted Lolita to tell him:  “Joaqui, you look so handsome, take us to Varadero.”  We just didn’t have that kind of relationship with Joaquinito.  Besides it was not a good idea to go to Varadero without a reservation on New Year’s Eve.  She did organize an impromptu party at her house.  My father did not find her crazy schemes amusing so he was a bit upset.  Perhaps not the best planned party, but we had a wonderful time and a lifetime memory of our last New Year in Cuba.  It was perfect for me, I was too young for the Varadero plan.

She sent me many postcards from different places she visited in Cuba so I would learn about them.  She kept herself busy learning until she suffered a stroke.  She died two years after.

Her dream of being a mother never came true.  She had several miscarriages.  I can only hope that we, her nieces and nephews,  provided her with a taste of motherhood.  Any child would have been proud of having her as a mother.


HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – FLORA

18 Friday Nov 2011

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Nieves Flora Hernandez Borragero
Born: August 5, 1912
Married to:  Gregorio Garcia (Tio Goyo)
Died:  March 6, 1985

Tia Flora was born on the feast of Our Lady of the Snows (Nuestra Señora de las Nieves) and was named Nieves Flora, but was always known by her middle name.  Some times her sisters would call her Fitan.  I am not sure of the reason behind this nickname.  Perhaps some of my cousins know the story.  I always welcome new information as well as any corrections if there are questions regarding the facts as I know them.

Tía Flora and Tío Goyo were so much a part of my early childhood.  They lived in Matanzas so I would see them very often.  Many evenings they would come over and watch TV with us.  I would frequently go to their house where I felt very much at home.

Tia Flora’s culinary skills amazed me.  She would make delicious candy with such ease.  For Nochebuena she would prepare a deboned stuffed turkey that always left me in awe.  You could swear that the bones were still inside until it was sliced.  What I remember the most about her is that she did everything with so much love and so much joy.  She had the Hernandez singing talent which I am afraid I inherited, not only a bit of trouble getting the tune, but also the ability to completely change the lyrics with interesting results.  My father was a wiz at this as well.

I am proud to say that I was always told I looked like her and can only hope that I may have just half of her inner beauty, kindness and candor.  Tio Goyo was very special to me as well and I have so many wonderful memories of the two of them that cannot possibly be covered in just one post.

They had two children, Ricardito and Marina.  Ricardito and his wife Carmencita live here in Miami.  Marina and her family live in Cuba.  I have been corresponding with their granddaughter, Marina’s youngest daughter Lissette, via e-mail and she has shared some pictures with me.  I am posting some below.  There are many more that I will post in the future.

Tia Flora’s living room – so many memories!

Tia Flora and Tio Goyo on their wedding day (above and below)


They came here for a visit in 1983.  Unfortunately I did not get the opportunity to spend much time with them and was not able to spend Nochebuena with them, but I am glad I got to see them again.  Tia Flora passed away less than two years later.

My dear aunt and uncle

Tio Goyo lived to celebrate his 100th birthday and died short of his 101st.

Tio Goyo and Marina on his 100th birthday

It is my prayer that the happiness and joy they brought to others is being richly rewarded in their heavenly home.

Birthday:  Carlos Corzo Bacallao, son of Tío Carlos and Tía María


HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – AVELINO

14 Monday Nov 2011

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Avelino Hernandez Borragero
Born:  February 8, 1911
Died in the 1960’s or 1970’s

Tío Avelino lived in La Maya, Oriente.  He was married to Beatriz Macias.  Margarita, Tío Felipe’s wife, was her sister.  They had four children:  Marina, Avelinito, María Luisa and Jose Antonio – their ages coincided with those of my siblings and me except that theirs were girl, boy, girl, boy and we were boy, girl, boy, girl.  Even though my memory of his visits is hazy since they happened when I was very little, I do remember his face very well.  There was something about his eyes that reminded me of Irene (Chunita), the youngest sister.  I don’t have any pictures of him.

Tío Avelino was known for being easy going and fun loving.  He loved telling jokes and Tía Beatriz was his best audience, laughing at every joke no matter how many times she heard it.  It is no surprise that Manolito, Marina’s husband is also known for his joke telling skills.  Mima used to tell me that her grandsons Nacho and David reminded her of Tio Avelino.

Not too long before we left Cuba Tío Avelino’s daughter Marina came to stay with us for a few months.  Tía Beatriz came right before we left to take her back home and stayed with us for a while.  At this time in Matanzas you could only buy live chickens, leaving the purchaser to do the gruesome job of killing, cleaning, etc.  While I was staying in Havana they bought a chicken that was not immediately processed for food and left to roam around.  Marina, my sister and Elita (a Corzo cousin) named him Hector.  They all loved Hector and he became a sort of pet.  I came to Matanzas and I was not very fond of Hector.  Maybe because he was not very fond of me.  He would chase me and try to peck my feet all the time and I loathed him.  I went back to Havana before Hector was executed.  But I heard that the girls refused to eat him, but Tía Beatriz had no problem partaking in the feast.  Way to go Tía Beatriz!!!


Hector before

Hector after

Marina has been in Miami for many years and Tía Beatriz who is in her 90’s lives with them.  Maria Luisa and her family recently came to live in Miami as well.  Both of the boys, Avelinito and Jose Antonio have passed away.

Birthday today:  Luis Corzo Bolaños (son of Germancito, grandson of Tío Germán)

HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – MARIA LUISA

10 Thursday Nov 2011

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Maria Luisa (Viva) Hernandez Borragero
Born: January 1, 1909
Died in 1998

Tía Viva was the youngest of Las Titín.  She was the talented designer in their bridal business.

Las Titín
Tía Viva, Mimí, a neighbor and Titín

I understand the name Viva came about when her sister named Ana Luisa born in the year in 1910 died in infancy.  After her passing they started referring to Maria Luisa as La Viva (Alive) and from then forward her siblings called her Viva and Viví.

Although she was known for her beauty as a young woman, she never had a serious suitor and never married.  Something that did not seem to bother her at all.  She used to say that she would rather dress saints than clean up after an old drunk.  The expression “she was left to dress saints” is used in Cuba to refer to a woman who never married.  Why Tía Viva would think that a husband would turn into an old drunk we will never know.

In addition to her bridal business Tía Viva worked as a seamtress at El Encanto – an exclusive department store that burnt down in the early 1960’s.  On her walk from her apartment to El Encanto she would pass The Capitol building, a structure in Havana patterned after the Washington DC Capitol.  One day during a time of political unrest in Cuba on her way to work she was walking by the Capitol gardens and a bomb went off and she was injured.  Here is a copy of a newspaper clipping about the incident:

 

Not too long before I left Cuba she had eye surgery for cataracts.  In those days this was a major operation.  Mimí stayed with her at the hospital and while trying to get up on her bed she fell and had an injury around her eyes caused by her glasses.   Tía Viva couldn’t see what was going on and to calm her down she said in true Mimí fashion:  “Nothing happened.  Everything is all right, I’m all right” as she was being tended to by the nurses.  In the meantime in their apartment Titín was reaching up to get something in a kitchen cabinet and a falling bar of laundry soap hit her in the eye.  She ended up with a black eye and everyone saying that she just didn’t want to be left out.

Tía Viva did come to the United States and she lived with Tony (Hernandez Fernandez) and his wonderful wife Charito.  Charito helped Tía Viva get her American citizenship.  During the interview she was asked if she had ever been married and she said no.  The next question was if she had any children, she was outraged at the question – she turned to Charito and said: “Didn’t I just tell him I was never married?!”

The house where Mima lived at the time of Hurricane Andrew was badly damaged and she stayed with me for a few months.  Tía Viva was 83 at this time.  One day she called and she wanted to talk to Mima, but Mima was out.  She told me that she wanted her godmother’s telephone number and she knew Mima had it.  This made me very upset.  When Mima came home I told her I thought Tía Viva’s mind was going because she was asking for her godmother’s phone number.  It so happened that her godmother was Luisita Santaballa who lived passed her 100th birthday (another Santaballa puzzle solved).

Here is a picture of Luisita Santaballa at 96 with my mother

I admire Tía Viva immensely.  At a time when unmarried women were pitied and often would end up depending on a brother or a married sister, with her God given talent, hard work and determination she was able to create a successful business for herself and her two sisters.

HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – IRMINA

08 Tuesday Nov 2011

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IRMINA HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO (SANTABALLA)
Born December 22, 1907
Died in 1990

Her name was actually Marina Irmina, but once when Titín was little she called her mother Marina.  She got such a scolding that she refused to call her sister by that name so Tía Irmina was always called by her middle name.

When I was a baby my father had surgery at El Pabellon Borges in Havana and since I was still nursing, my mother took me with her and we stayed at Tía Irmina’s house and she and Tío Pepito would take care of me while my mother was at the hospital with my father.  Because of this she would always call me her “media hija” (half daughter) and María Linda.  I was told that Tío Pepito would always share his breakfast grapefruit with me by feeding me some juice with a spoon and I loved it.  I still love grapefruit.

She was such a fine lady, very refined and with exquisite manners.  I loved visiting her in Havana.  She always made me feel special and beautiful.  When I was fifteen and I was living in Milwaukee I went to visit them in Virginia.  She lived with her daughter Teresita and her growing family – Carlos José was a year old and Victor was born during my visit.  I remember Carlos José ripping every magazine apart and Tía Irmina saying that it was a way of him expressing himself.

Tío Pepito, Tía Irmina and Mima – Colgate, WI 1969

She was extremely patient.  Being married to Tío Pepito she had to be.  He was a bit of a grouch, but oh! how I loved him.  During this visit Tía Irmina told me that when I stayed with them as a baby he was sure that my parents would leave me with them.  She would tell him, “Pepito, that’s their child!”  Anyhow, it made me feel special that I was so wanted.  In a sense they were my second parents.  I will always have a special bond with their children Teresita and Pancho.

Teresita and Tía Irmina

I love this picture of Pancho

I never knew that Tía Irmina wrote poetry.  A few years after she died, my mother showed me some handwritten poems of hers and asked me to type them.  I share this one with you:

Nostalgia

Yo llevo dentro un paisaje
que es de naranjos en flor
es de cañas ondulantes
muy cubano español.

Es de sol de Varadero
De roja sangre bravía
de patriotas, que la dieron
lunchando en la tierra mía.

Es azul, es un azul
como otro que no he vuelto a ver,
azul de mares y cielos
en mis recuerdos de ayer.

Yo llevo dentro un paisaje
que aquí no puedo pintar,
es mi pincel de raíces
y se pudiera quebrar.

 Nota:    Con mis versos no molesto a nadie
con mis quejas, sólo suelto del alma
los sentimientos que me ahogan.

I.H.

I will attempt a translation below:

Nostalgia

I carry inside a landscape
of orange groves in bloom
of sinuous sugar cane fields
very Cuban, very Spanish.

Of the Varadero sun
of the crimson and brave blood
of patriots, that was shed
flighting for my land.

It is blue, a shade of blue
like I’ve never seen again,
a blue of seas and of skies
of my memories of yore.

I carry inside a landscape
that here I cannot paint.
my brush is made up of roots
and it could easily break.

 Note:    With my poetry I don’t bother anyone
with my woes, I only release from my soul
these feelings that drown me.

                                                I.H.

A toast to her talent and her beautiful soul

HERNANDEZ BORRAGERO SIBLINGS – SANTIAGO

06 Sunday Nov 2011

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Santiago Justo Hernandez Borragero
Born August 6, 1906
Died April 29, 1962

Nothing I could write would do justice to what my father meant to me.  He loved me unconditionally and yet he expected the best of me.  To this day whenever I weaken and I want to give up, his memory gives me the strength to keep going.

Medical School Days at University of Havana

He was firm and serious, but had a wonderful sense of humor and a childlike quality that was so dear.  He loved my mother very much and we, his children, were his life.  He always had time for us.  He’d take us swimming to El Mamey and Buey Vaquita (Varadero was for Sundays).  Once he took us on a fishing expedition (within walking distance) which included some of the girls that worked at Mima’s beauty shop.  Somehow I got hit by a fish on my forehead.  In the excitement of the catch Omaida had pulled a little too fast and I was right behind her.  He was horrified at the thought that it could have happened with just the hook.  That was the first and the last fishing outing.

He was overprotective.  For years he tried to teach me how to swim, but it is required to let go of the person so they can actually swim – something he could never bring himself to do.  Perhaps he was traumatized by an incident at El Mamey when I was very little and he was walking carrying me on his shoulders where the water was too deep for me.  He stumbled upon a large rock and I fell in.  I remember going under, but before I could even panic, feeling his arms around me as he pulled me out, his legs thoroughly scratched by the rock.

  

 The family in Varadero – Lazara in the background and some people I don’t know (or don’t remember)

He was Chago to his siblings, Tío Chago to his nieces and nephews and even Tío Tatayo to Lazarito, one of Tío Miguel’s children.  Family was very important to him.  There is something I took for granted, but that as an adult I realize is not so common.  Growing up there was no distinction between the Hernandez and the Corzos, each of my parents was very much a part of the other’s family.  It is to Mima’s credit that this continued even after his death.

Looking through Mima’s pictures and papers to prepare for this blog, I came across some letters, beautiful love letters that are best kept private.  I found one that he wrote to her after they were married when she was visiting Pica Pica with Santiaguito, telling her how much he missed them and letting her know when he was coming to pick them up.  In the news from home he mentions that her Goddaughter had gotten a hold of her perfume bottle and used it to her heart’s content.  That Goddaughter was 3-1/2 year old Adria.

There are days I feel cheated that I only had him for 13 years, but then I realize what a blessing those 13 years were.  I close this blog with the following quote:

“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

This quote has mistakenly been attributed to romantic love, but it is actually from a poem by Alfred Tennyson (In Memoriam) written upon the sudden death of his dear friend Arthur Hallam who was engaged to his sister.  Here is the complete verse:

I hold it true, what’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Note:  I chose the quote above because of its meaning.  My daughter Veronica pointed out to me that Alfred Tennyson’s birthday was also on August 6.  That is quite a coincidence.

WICHY – IN MEMORIAM

05 Saturday Nov 2011

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Luis German (Wichy) Hernandez Corzo
Born – December 27, 1946
Died – November 5, 1994

I loved my brothers and sister from the very beginning, at play, when fighting, through all the different stages, the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows of this life.  I knew the bond was very strong, but nothing prepared me for the pain of the loss of my brother.

When Santiago died years later my niece Aida Elena asked me if the pain was the same.  My answer was and still is, the pain is the same, but the shock of that first loss is indescribable.  When your sibling dies a part of who you are goes with him and there is a void in your soul that I imagine will only be filled when we meet again.

Wichy was very special.  There is so much I could say about him, his beautiful smile, his sense of humor, not too mention his Hernandez temper.  Today I will only say that I still miss him and offer a prayer for the peace and happiness of his soul.  May God keep him close to His heart.

I love you Wichy!

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