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Here's my piece for
We got to pick from real-life heroes (living or dead) to illustrate for our pieces.
I chose Mary Blair, because she was such an amazingly talented female artist who worked in animation! I am sure I am one of many women (and men!) working in animation today who look up to her in more ways than one : D
The tradition says that today, November 2nd, the dead will return to visit--time to clean the house, prepare the food, turn on the music, and rejoice! What wouldn't you give to have some one you love to be with you again, if only for one day? Today in the Day of the Dead I await for my muertos:
Tia Siria. I remember how you made the most beautiful tortillas, softly round and always rising like a hot balloon. My mother tells me the story of how you and tio Angel eloped one day when you were lefth in charge of taking care of the little siblings.
Tia Siria carrying the baby
Tio Joel, remember how you let me take a poof of your cigarette when I was only six? I do! Then I never wanted to taste it again. We loved you at home.
My tio JoelAbuelo Felix. The last time I saw you I was walking down your house street with my kindergarten class. You were sitting by the sunlight with a blanket on your lap. I said, "Adios, Papa Felix!" And you waved back. But then I knew you didn't know who I was when you waved to all the other children the same. You were already 104-year-old.
Grandpa Felix
Mama Pita. Legends are said about you. That your son cried in your womb, that you married an old man, that you were called La Bonita, that you raised your children alone killing chickens. What I remember the most about you is that I heard you cried the night I slept with you. I was eight. A few weeks later you were no more.
4 Comments on The return of the loved ones dead, last added: 11/3/2010
que tus muertos te traigan mucho amor!
Graicas, Mo. Los estoy esperando. Ya compre el pan.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful memorial with us. I hope your Tio Mario came to dance with you last night.
Thank you, Majorie. I spend the night dancing, dancing, dancing until I couldn't give another step.