It was so special to revisit San Miguel. My Dad's side of the family has a long history of adventuring in Mexico, and we're blessed that several of them were also prolific writers, leaving wonderfully told tales to inspire the rest of us. Here are a few pictures that capture a bit of the family history, but they only go back as far as I do.
|My first trip to Mexico, January 1976. I was six months old!|
|The cactus garden from the last picture has been turned into a swimming pool!|
|Sitting in the garden at Granny and Poppa's. We're so thankful the|
house has stayed in the family. We were welcomed by Tia Ana and
all of our cousins and had a great meal of tamales together one evening.
|This is "Granny's Bench" and for years it sat in her garden. It's now been moved up|
the hill to Su Casa, the home built by my grandparents as a gift to their family.
|Geraniums at Granny's grave.|
|Looking through the gates into the cemetery.|
|This pink peppercorn tree grows above Granny's grave. I have pepper|
from this tree in my cupboard.
|My Uncle Glen is buried next to Granny and Poppa Tom, and next to him is my|
cousin Teresita. It was the first time I've been there since they have passed on, and
I was moved to tears seeing their graves. They both left us too soon.
|With a whole pile of cousins. My Gramps was a tomato farmer, and someone made|
us all these little tomato outfits.
|The new generation of cousins, in Granny and Poppa's house where they live now.|
As kids, we played together, unhindered by the fact that we didn't speak the same
language. It was really special to watch our kids play together all these years later!