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Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

10 Oct

“Never be so busy as not to think of others.” ― Mother Teresa

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Another wonderful week.  But, then again, when isn’t it wonderful? Well, maybe those wasted 3 1/2 hours sitting at the Social Security Office. A birthday party for a friend, painting, a free concert, won a fabulous raffle prize, karaoke every Thursday, went to court just for fun, friends, and family. That’s what it’s all about.

A week in a peek…


Saturday:) Somos Familia~ Hispanic Heritage Day Festival

16 Sep

“The poetry you read has been written for you, each of you – black, white, Hispanic, man, woman, gay, straight.”

~ Maya Angelou

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I like to think that we are all related in one way or another. People are people. Why do we have to judge or comment about heritage. I think we should be proud and celebrate our heritage, but we’re Americans. Right? We can celebrate both, all, and celebrate each other.

There have been many times that I’ve seen people’s mouths drop open when I say that I’m Mexican-American. They look at me and say, “NO WAY!” There were a few times when acquaintances or neighbors would make comments about Mexicans that weren’t always that complimentary, and I would just say with a smile, “I’m Mexican!” Well, the room would get very quiet and I would ask, “And you were saying?” Either nothing was added or they’d say, “Well, not you, Toni.” I just laugh, but hopefully they will think differently or think twice.

Today, there was a festival at the John and Judy Gay Public Library, celebrating  Hispanic Heritage Day, was hosted by McKinney Hispanic Chamber of Commerce  and Tri-County Regional Hispanic Chamber of Commerce. The festival celebrates the histories, cultures, and contributions of those whose ancestors came from Mexico, Spain, the Caribbean and Central and South America.
The parking lot was packed and I ended up climbing up the curb and parking on the grass along with many others. The first person I ran into was my good friend, Gilda Garza. She was on the city council for a number of years, and has been and will always be very active in the community. It was great to see so many people out enjoying the great weather, fine music, and yummy food. And it wouldn’t be a McKinney event without bumping into my friend Sara Thomas.


Sara, Gilda, and moi. (Oh, and there’s the police chief doing a photo bomb in the left hand corner, right under Miss Sara’s ear. ) I should have had my sunglasses on. We could have been the Blues Sisters.



There were Folklorico Dancers and mariachis, and other dance and school groups performing.

Mayor George Fuller declared today McKinney Hispanic Heritage Day, presenting the certificate to the Gonzales family.  They have made many contributions to the city of McKinney for decades, as teachers, nurses, business men, and activists in the community, and they have been a part of what makes our city one of the best places to live in the country.



St. Gabriel’s Knights of Columbus served hot dogs and spicy fries. I saw a few familiar faces from 9 o’clock Mass.

There were vendors, realtors, insurance angencies, free blood pressure screenings, and raffle drawings. Several beautiful children’s bikes were given away as prizes for the coloring contest. Not that many children entered, so the chances of winning a bike were pretty darn good today.


Officers Guerrero and Guzman were at hand to answer questions and greet people. Oh, not only do they serve and protect, I needed to ask an officer to open my stubborn water bottle for me. That’s part of the “serve” in the motto, I guess.


It was a fine day with friends and a fine festival to celebrate heritage…mine, yours, ours.


❤️

Friday:) Familia and a Fiery Sunset

9 Sep

“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” ― George Burns

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My cousin Larry called last week and said his sister Roxanne and her husband Jeff were coming down to Texas for a visit, and asked if we could get together. Larry and Debbie live a couple of hours away, so we figured out a place to meet off of Route 75.

The funny part is, Larry showed up at my house unannounced one day last year. He wanted to surprise me. I hadn’t seen him in maybe twenty or more years. I didn’t even recognize him when I answered the door. So, I was more than delighted to meet his wife and visit with Rocky and her husband this afternoon.

One thing I’ve learned in my many years on this planet, family is very important. It doesn’t matter if you see each other every day or every twenty years. Blood is blood.

We had a lovely late lunch at Pappasito’s Cantina in Richardson. Nothing says lovin’ and familia like Mexican food, fajitas, and margaritas.


I hope it’s not another twenty years before we get together again.

My drive to the restaurant was only 40 minutes there, but rush hour home took 1 1/2 hours. Worth every minute. 


After a very frustratingly long drive home, I walked in the door, put on my gym shoes, and scurried out for my evening walk and to capture the sunset.

Here’s my fiery sunset…

Tuesday:) Time for Friends, Toasts, and Tiny Toes

21 Jun

I have no idea what I’m going to say when I stand up to give a toast. But I do know that anything I say I find funny. 

~Don Rickles
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Here’s a toast to all my dear friends, here and there and everywhere. Cheers to all my family and friends, the ones I leave behind and will miss here in Chicago, and to all the ones I’ll see when I get back home to McKinney. Both places are home.


Toasting with Debbie. Friends for forty years.


More old friends for nearly twenty-five years.


Mom and cousins. Family and friends.


Now, for the tiny toes… the cutest toes I’ve ever seen. Grandbaby toes.



Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

18 Jun

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” 

― Mahatma Gandhi

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An early morning getting ready for 8 o’clock Mass at St. Mary of the Angels on Hermitage in Chicago. The church is only about a ten or fifteen minute walk from Matt’s apartment. The city streets are quiet early on a Sunday. St. Mary’s is a gorgeous traditional ornate church both inside and out.


The Gospel today was about “the bread of life,” celebrating Corpus Christi. A Communion we are called to share with God and each other, a symbol of nourishment for the body as well as the soul.

Jesus said to the Jewish crowds:”I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.”

My take on it… everyone needs nourishment for the body, bread to sustain us, BUT, we also need nourishment and food for the soul, a faith, a bread to feed our inner beings. The bread is a symbol, and Catholics believe that when the  Eucharist is consecrated, it indeed becomes the flesh of Christ. It is food for the soul.



I always light a candle and say a prayer for family and friends when I visit a different church. Today, I lit two different candles. It is such a huge beautiful church, I couldn’t decide.


When I walked outside after Mass, taking pictures, and looking at the vantage points, a couple of little white butterflies, or they could be moths, but I call them butterflies, fluttered around me, almost hidden by the matching white flowers. I have this thing about butterflies being a good sign, lucky symbol.

After Mass, Matt and I walked a few blocks and had breakfast at a nearby deli and sat up on the rooftop to enjoy the morning.

It’s been a great Sunday so far. I hope you are all having a good day AND 

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all the fathers out there.

Saturday:) Sittin’ and Singin’ “Up On the Roof”

18 Jun

“The sky’s the limit if you have a roof over your head.”

~Sol Hurok

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I told you that last night Matt and I had pizza up on he roof. Before it got dark, Matt went back downstairs, but I stayed up on the roof, enjoying the cool night air, the sounds of the city, and the magnificent skyline.


Chicago is a fun city with a beautiful skyline. It’s the city where I was born. It’s home even though I don’t live here anymore. They say you can’t go back home again. Why not?


My view from the roof.


My view from the car.

Thursday:) Those Crafty Girls

16 Jun

“He who works with his hands is a laborer.He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.

He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.” 

― Francis of Assisi

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This morning was the monthly “craft and chat” gathering at The Greens. Mom’s friend, Mary Ann, leads the group, sets up all the supplies, brings cookies, and flits around with a super-silly disposition that lights up the room. Today, we were making clothes pin note holders. Mom made a whole bunch. 

Mary Ann is the redhead standing on the left. Mom is the redhead in yellow on the right. There were so many little stickers, flowers, jewels, and more.



I love crafting and painting with Mom. She is my hero, my teacher, and my inspiration. Here are some of the things we made. 



I really do…especially at Christmas time. My friends will attest to that.