It’s true that the only word I can remember from my High School Spanish class is “albondigas.” That means “meatballs” … I think. At least I hope it’s not a dirty word. I just can’t understand why I didn’t learn an important word that was useful. Like “bacon.” Why didn’t I learn that? And, what makes me think that a Scots-Irish lass has a Hispanic soul?
OK, I admit that I no longer qualify as a “lass,” but I must have a Hispanic soul, or I wouldn’t be so enamored of the Mexican culture — especially DÃa de los Muertos. I adore that celebration, skulls and all. Keep in mind that it isn’t about spooky ghosts! It’s about honoring the memory of the dead. The Aztecs were the first to celebrate it, and when the Spanish came to the land the holiday was mixed up a bit with Catholicism. If it were still an Aztec holiday, there might be skulls and blood!
I told y’all that Denton is having a Day of the Dead Festival. While I don’t expect it to be anything like a true Hispanic celebration, I plan to enjoy it. Perhaps I’ll even find some figurines to add to my growing collection.
I mentioned in that other article (linked above) that the display cabinet that I inherited from my Grandmom became a year round altar to my loved ones who have passed. That cabinet dominates my entry hall.
It’s hard to get a good picture of it with all of the glass. That curved glass on it is original, and I don’t know how in Thunder I have managed not to break it (knock wood). It had become a “catch-all” for the family heirlooms, and was in quite a bit of disarray. I decided to copy that DÃa de los Muertos altar I showed you from San Antonio and put family pictures. That way folks could see the person who owned each item. It made that cabinet into a “memory box” for the people I love.
Two of my fondest memories of my parents are of them playing cribbage together in the evenings and of them dancing to the song “Night Train.” Momma thought that “Night Train” was the sexiest song she knew (I think it’s only because she was dancing close with Daddy). So, to honor them I put the cribbage board they used and the record with them on their altar.
I have an area that is just for my grandparents with a few of their belongings. It really stretches across the whole shelf, because I have a lot of cool mementos from them.
And, I have areas designated for extended family and friends. Although I sometimes feel sadness when I look at all the folks in there, I feel good that I am honoring their memory in the best way I know how.
As I sit here looking at a picture of my Papaw, I remember that my grandfather always told me that we were “Black Irish.” Supposedly that meant that our Irish ancestors had intermarried with the Basques. The Basque region is between France and Spain … it could be that I really do have a drop or two of Spanish blood! That could explain my “Hispanic Soul.” Or, not.
Some things are just inexplicable. Like, why I can’t remember how to say “bacon” en espaÃ±ol.