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My LIFE Chisel into WORDS!

My LIFE Chisel into WORDS!

The honeymooning is over!

~~~Julia was unprepared for the class clash in her marriage. She was ill equipped to be a housewife. In the beginning, the aura of the honeymoon rescues her inadequacy. Lucas who for a long time taken cared of his sick wife; did the cooking, washing of clothes and did practically everything for her. When she got pregnant, it again sparked more energy into him to continue to make up for her inefficiency.
~~~Julia had been spoiled by her mother who did not like her kids tolling like farmers and whom she wanted them to enjoy their childhood. Her mother had had food in abundance and would share; therefore, it was like a trade-off for their help. Her neighbors and friends they aid her in what ever they could as a result, her kids had no chords to do.
~~~Lucas not only had to cook, wash clothes but he had to work the farm, and feed the animals. When he dropped by a neighbors house he would see how different it was in other households, the way it should be. The toll of almost four years of doing practically everything was draining him out of energy.
~~~Julia would entertain him with her jokes and stories as he worked. She had learned as a cripple how to amuse people so that her inactivity was not notice. It was not that she was taking advantage but that she did not know what to do. She had lived a privileged life and was use to it.
~~~The myths and traditions in those days still need unraveling today, they are just question of believes. They are power by the belief people put in them. Most times, past on and never question.
~~~They believed that sexual intercourse with pregnant females would cause birth defects or mental illness. After giving birth, they could not have intercourse for forty days. Here this was due to the birth canal being enlarged and prompts to infection but they really did not know this. They just assumed it was a bad omen.
~~~Well, all of this added on to Lucas sexual deprivation.
~~~Puerto Rican men associated themselves back then with roosters. Since, there is one rooster for many hens to mount...so he did what all men did back then he got himself a mistress.
~~~Between the one side of the mountain where they live and the other side of the mountain where the Santana’s lived, the Castro’s lived in-between on the top of the mountain.
~~~Mercedes Castro was always alone because her husband was a sugarcane foreman who was always in the plantation supervising his workers or giving reports to his superior. She had seen how over extended with work Lucas was and since her house was close to his she would often invite him for coffee.
~~~She could have had servants but she refused to spend her husband’s hard-earned money that way. She knew how it was to work so hard and had a soft spot for the hard working Lucas. Mercedes eyes danced in merriment and although she worked hard, she had means to be happy. She not only had things under control but also knew when to take action. Mercedes was intelligent and she was a happy woman. For a while, they were just friends but later they became lovers.
~~~How about a few remarks about what you think? What may interest you or what you may dislike?
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The fruit of the higuera tree.

~~~Juan Santana was a memorable man. Despised by most, neither his looks nor deeds did anything to be likable. He was tolerated because of his wife Lola who was so young she could have been his daughter and had the kindest of heart; many times, she often when against him to help the needy or just giving others something to eat.
~~~Times were hard; Juan could not afford to be openhanded. He was never mean or cruel to her. He just put locks on everything he could to save him from her generosity because Lola put others before her family.
~~~His first wife had past away just like Lucas. He too had gained land from this union. He already had kids before he married Lola and was widow.
~~~Lucas came from a town call Pasto Viejo. He left there after his wife died of tuberculosis. It was a common deaf sentence back then. Poverty’s mal-nutrition and other hardships caused your immune system to defect to tuberculosis.
~~~He was the shortest man of the towns male population who walked hunched up. He acquired fame for his shortness in height. His slimness made him look like a child-boy still at an old age. He had crystal blue eyes that twinkle when he spoke to the few persons he cared for. He had blond wavy hair that was thin out by the sun.
~~~Everyone who knew him at one point commented on his height. As if, negative talk would subtract from his despicable characteristic. He was a miser and greedy as hell.
~~~His sons often joke about Juan’s hunch and his being so hard up with money. They all said he was hunch out of habit from looking for money on the floor or that their father was so humble he never looked up from the floor. It always caused a raucous of laughter.
~~~Like the commercial, I seen about osteoporosis, I now realize due to his lacking diet in calcium Juan’s spinal cord had given way to arthritis and his joints stiffen up. He not only walked hunch and looking at the floor, but as a child I notice he walked slower then me. I liked the idea he was such a slow walker. I had to wait for him and that was a change.
~~~But he admired my grandfather, Lucas and it could have been because he got the land next door to him by wedlock or because my grandfather like him was a widow. Juan quickly got a wife because he own land. Lucas had no prospect but marry into it.
~~~They spoke often since they had the lands proximity and they both work their lands.
~~~Juan teased Lucas because my grandmother, Julia was not pregnant. They been together for almost two years and she was still not with child. He gave my grandfather a recipe with the ingredient of the fruit of the higuera tree; the same higuera tree that is use to make maracas, a musical instrument, which is now made also of plastic, or wood.
~~~He should have best left the recipe written down because it worked. I remember as a child, I heard of several females who had conceived due to this concoction. Like all else, it is now gone to the grave.
~~~The result of this recipe was my mother Nelida who my grandfather called Nelyn. She was born on April 19, 1937 their first daughter out of two girls and three boys.
~~~Little did they know my mother would one day marry Juan’s younger son, Oscar.

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Around the 1930's ...

Around 1930’s...
~~~It was around 1935 or 1936, and back then, the island was full of racial innuendos, a product left over from the Spanish colonization. My grandfather, Lucas was dark skin with Indian straight hair. He resembled more of a Taino Indian then an African; more then likely, he was a descendant of the Tainos.
~~~Puerto Rico is full of mountain ranges of all sizes. The high lands have natural commodities, which protect people from cultural dilution. They are not easily transit. Back then, most families populated an area and rarely left. This discouraged outsiders from advancing into the inner land.
~~~You ever tried walking up hill. Your heart pops out your mouth and your lungs grow into your windpipe. Not to mention, your head turning into a shower head of sweat. The sizzling heat will suffocate you.
~~~The roads here are more like roller coasters with their up and down rides. They snake in swirling crest abreast the mountainside. This is why many not venture past San Juan!
~~~My grandmother, Julia felt in love with Lucas who her family did not approve of because he was dark skin and poor. She did the fashionable thing to do. She eloped with him.
~~~A female's virginity was like a trademark. If you did not have it, you were worthless. Therefore, her family gave her five acres of land, a cow, half a dozen chickens and their blessings. All my grandparents have to do was get married, which they did.
~~~My well liked grandfather tried to fit in and was a charmer.
~~~One day when he took my grandmother over to see her sister they decided to go see a neighbor. No one wore shoes back then but my grandparents were well dressed. My grandfather had on a white shirt and white pants; impeccably iron too.
~~~You see the irons they had were not electrical. The iron had a hole on the top that you filled up with hot coals. You had to be careful and it was difficult not to get the clothes you were ironing dirty; yet, his clothes were spotless!
~~~They had to cross a stream that had risen due to rains from the day before. Therefore, my grandmother's sister, Elisa told my grandfather if he wanted her to carry him over the stream so that he would not get drench.
~~~At first, he refused saying he should be the one carrying my grandmother. Elisa persuaded him to let her carry him. I think this took effect because they were all tipsy.
~~~Elisa was a strong woman or more of an ox of a woman. She was stronger then an ox.
~~~When Elisa got to the middle of the stream, she swung him into the water with all her might. My grandfather was shocked and Elisa laughed so hard she sat in the water. This was hilarious fun for them and they all join in the cackle.
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I am chiseling my life into words!

~~~Beauty is a blessing and a curse, my great-grandmother, Antonia, known as Tonita is an example of this. She was from my mother’s side of the family. Tonita was so amazingly beautiful that up to this day, her exquisite beauty out shines her sins and her gorgeous looks are praise to outstand her memory in our family’s history.
~~~She had luxurious red long hair and the voluptuous curves were they count on a slim body frame. Here is where my Spaniard blood comes from and her white porcelain skin acknowledges this.
~~~However, it happened is lost to the factor of time. People do not last forever and with unrecorded history, the story tellers discriminate on choosing what they want remembered. Is this why it is so important to chisel my life into words?
~~~My great-grandmother, Tonita had a flaming temper like her hair but that did not stop her from becoming a concubine. Why they did not call her a mistress? I wonder. It demeaned her to me when I heard the term! Yet, to the relative telling me, it was a norm or better said a normality accepted as equal as saying - wife.
~~~In Puerto Rico were the word mistress has transgress since the island was colonized, it should of had not surprised me. Here where time has a knack of updating the word of mistress-hood, the latest version of the word is ‘my friend’. I think the shamed of being an adulterous erected her ironically proud, and evidentially, she was known as a concubine. Alternatively, perhaps, it was because she given birth to so many of his children, more in fact then his wife.
~~~Don Luis Sanchez was a powerful landowner who felt in love with Tonita. Lovely Tonita bore him a troop of kids. She even had twins though one of them died. She was loyally his inamorato and never waking to the fact that she mostly shared her body with him, in her eyes she was his wife.
~~~She had her own home in the country in the neighborhood of Marianna in Humacao. (Later on, Marianna would grow into a three sector each of which is mark in Roman numeral.) While most had homes made of tin in Puerto Rico in those days, she was his kept woman and had a wooden home on his land.
~~~People got up at dawn and went to sleep in twilight, since there was scarcely any money for the gas lanterns. They saved homemade candles for special occasions and emergencies.
~~~Most of the day was spend doing chores: washing clothes down the stream, picking fruits or vegetables, feeding the chickens, moving the horses or feeding the animals.
~~~Entertainment was mostly reading the newspaper but most people were illiterate, then again, only a few had the means of money. Money was hard to come by and most times, you exchanged a service or item for what you needed. My uncle exchanged eggs for milk. My grandfather traded vegetables for meat. Some of the countrywoman weaved baskets and sold them in town. This was the way of life.
~~~The radios were power by big batteries that look like the now a day car batteries. Some families would flock together and pull their money together to run one radio for all. They would listen to music, soaps or horse races.
~~~The biggest entertainment of all was not gossip but other people’s lives. They claimed they were interested in your life because they loved you. I agree with them! They had no malice and when malicious intend showed up, it was a matter of self-protection.
~~~Life has many ironies. Don Luis wife who was older then him, she passed away. He was too concerned with what his relatives and kids would think. Don Luis did not see it proper to move in with Tonita.
~~~No one knows if Tonita really mistook the medicine bottle! Did she kill herself? When questioned when she was dying if she knew the bottle she took was poison, she said she never intended to kill herself. Did she reconsider?
~~~I think she felt scorned by living in the land that Don Luis own. His relatives must have been scared that she would win Don Luis to become her husband; they made her uncomfortable. She thought that perhaps Don Luis would take in her kids and raise them in better means if she were not around.
~~~Don Luis being by far an older man, decided to give each kid away to his relatives. He separated them and all emotional ties to him, somehow ceased.
~~~The trouble was that the willing takers were not financially stable. They were relatives that lived on his land and were indebt to him.
~~~My grandmother, Julia who was my mother’s mother was one of them!
My mother’s uncle Ramon took my grandmother in. Ramon was a poor farmer who work hard and had a family of his own.
~~~Julia shortly after cripple, yes, just unexpectedly, crippled at a young age. Why my mother has no idea and everyone I questions has not been able to give me an answer.
~~~Nevertheless, they gave Julia away again. Poor Ramon gave her to another uncle who married a Dominican widow who was a widow. She had a mute daughter.
~~~Again, I speculate my grandmother and her daughter got along with each other; they realized they would be good company together. My grandmother went to live with them as soon as he was married.
~~~Apparently, they were well off because they own a few hotels there. Her uncle was the one who searched for the proper medical attention to operate her, so she could walk. She walked at the age of fourteen.
~~~My grandmother was an amazing woman and she lived her life as if it was her last day, until she went senile. I think loosing her mother and going cripple, then finding the solace of a miracle made her cherish life to the fullest. She took chances and gave life her best (Way to go Granny!).
~~~I assume my grandmother was visiting relatives here in the island when she met my grandfather.
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This is to be continue, any comments. Looks like no one is interested and the journey is to be experience by myself. Good!!!

This Is My Life ...

~~~I have no inkling if it was raining that night around 11:30 but to me, it rained that night, keeping the neighbors at bay. The rain bubbles, just like the tears that I poured in my lifetime.
~~~My life’s rainstorms of fluffy water descent into cycles. It has also drizzled aridly precipitating into an arid dessert.

~~~Yet, I have experienced bundles of joy and all that most of us have! My purpose is not to entertain you but if by chance; I merit this purpose, great.

~~~Bear with me because this is the only story I have to tell from the soul of my being.

~~~My birth was assisted by a midwife who put my mother on an ironing broad held up by the hammock that was used by my mother for sleeping purposes, it held the ironing broad angling it towards the floor. Beds were for the privilege back then and we were poor, this was in the year 1953, in Humacao, Puerto Rico.

~~~We lived on a farm speckle with hills and surrounded by small mountain ranges where we planted what we ate. We hunted some and raised chickens, pigs and had a cow. Sometimes when times were hard we sold the cow to make ends meet and then in prosperity we would buy another cattle.

~~~My mother had been struggling with labor pains since morning. I was born in a two-room house that was only a sleeping room and had one long hall connecting it to the kitchen. The house was raised a foot and a half over the dirt terrain held by wooden beams. This set up was due to the proximity of the stream that flowed about twenty feet away.

~~~When I took my first struggling breath on earth, they were busy digging a hole in the dirt underneath the house to bury my umbilical cord. If you were a girl, they buried your umbilical cord under the house as close to the center as possible or under a wooden broad in the center of the house so you would be a homely woman. This was to so that you would prospect as a housewife. I always wonder if this originated the idea of being a homemaker.

~~~Later on, when I was a teenager, my mother would remark that she thought my uncle who was the one who buried it, had thrown it into the stream. I had no binds with being home and did whatever it took to spend time away from the house.

~~~My father did not get to see me until I was about a month. He was station in Japan.
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