The Person I Am Honoring For Dia De Los Muertos

Walking into the cemetery, I noticed that the night shined brighter than the day and the music was more alive than ever. I could hear the song, “Puno de Tierra” by Ramon Ayala, playing in the background and there were many families gathered around the graves of their loved ones. I could smell the fresh copal burning into the air and I noticed that my uncles tumba (tomb) looked cleaner than any other day. His grave was decorated with marigolds, candy skulls, pan de muertos, and white candles along with a few of his favorite foods and a portrait of him placed in the middle for everyone to see. Then, I suddenly open my eyes to see myself sitting down on a sofa from our living room, and in the background I heard my grandmother continuously repeating

You never truly know how much someone means to you until they are gone. All of the hot summer days spent at her house, the home cooked meals for lunch, the daily routine of watching game shows on GSN, the hours and hours of playing monopoly, and working the concession stand at Evans Park for the summer are now just cherished memories that I have with my grandma.

Living across the street from my Papa Gene, I found myself spending every summer day in his humongous- or so my eight year old self thought- pool, treating myself. I was always the kid that thought my grandparents were a God-sent gift to me and I was the luckiest girl in the world. I can still recall the the taste of the orange creamsicle popsicles my grandma would place in a cup outside and let melt before I drank them because she knew that was my favorite way to eat them. I definitely spent the sweetest of summers at that small house with the huge pool. While many childhood memories were made at my grandparent’s house, the one picture that will burn in my head until the end of time will be the one

There are so many memories of my mother that come to mind so it would be next to impossible for me to pick a favorite. When her time was growing short in those last few days she spent time with each one of us telling us how much we had meant in her life. That will go in my memory bank as one of my favorite times with her. We were lucky to have such a great mother, and even luckier that we were able to spend so much time with her at the end of her

We started sharing even more stories about how we loved foods that grandmothers made that you found amazing because of the “baked with love” moment you have for them. She explained that her grandmother was a very beautiful lady with sophistication and class. “No matter how she looked I always stared into her eyes so bright and blue.” Caroline then

civilization that was once rich with skill and vision derived from the decor elements untamed by age coexists in his art form. Amongst the tribes the Keres, Tompiros, Tewas, Tiwas, Towas, Piros, Zuni, as well as Utes, Navajos, and Apaches all have similar villages. The word pueblos came from villages in Spanish. Ultimately the rulers of Santa Fe received a warning before the revolt broke out.

Another great memory I had was when I went to Myrtle Beach with my mom, grandma, and older brother Vincent. We stayed in a horrible motel it stunk, had bugs, and a small shower but we made the best of it. One day while we was there we were walking on the pier and this disabled man in a wheelchair was fishing and caught a baby shark and he stopped me to show me what he had caught, and he asked me if I did not mind would I throw the shark back in the water and i looked at him like he was crazy and he told me it was okay to pick it the shark up as long and I did not touch near his mouth, so I go

For the Mexican Tradition Dia de los Muertos I will be doing my pet Roscoe. He was fast, big, and fun. He had white fur and blue eyes we had a little playground he used to run crazy and go inside there to hide. He loved kids. I remember when I went into my pool and was ready to get out than he was standing there and he was so excited!! Roscoe was such a good dog. He will be remembered.

My strongest memory is from when I was in kindergarten. I had to move to a different school. My mom had started going to Cosmetology School in Poplar Bluff. Before we moved I gave my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Long, a green stuffed poodle.

One of my favorite memories with my grandpa is sledding. This might sound silly but I've always loved it. I remember one particular day though it was about twenty degrees out and a fresh blanket of snow had fallen, I wasn't just any

The Virgin of Guadalupe is revered in Mexican culture, transcending even religious beliefs. Pope Francis once joked, “you all know the joke of that Mexican man who would say, 'I am an atheist, but I am Guadalupan.’” (Duara). She is seen as the Patron Saint, a figure that was said to be dark skinned and speak both Nahuatl and Spanish- an identity that helped unify indigenous Mexicans with the growing Mestizo and Spanish populations. Not only viewed as a religious symbol, the Virgin of Guadalupe is also seen as a symbol of patriotism in Mexico. The identity connected to her is that of purity, something connected largely to her religious background, particularly demonstrated through her appearance as she first came to Earth, appearing almost like

My full name is Carlos Miguel Ponce and I was raised in a rather large family. I only have one sister but I spend a lot of my free time with the rest of my family. They have taught me many great lessons that will stick with me for the rest of my life. My Grandfather came to this country with nothing leaving both his wife and four kids in Colombia, who would join him once he was settled. It is from him that I get my work ethic from. He worked hard to feed his family, and somehow managed to even help friends who needed a place to stay. Although he may not have know it but he was truly a man for others. He was the closest thing I had to a male role model as my mom left my dad because of his addiction to alcohol. Unfortunately both my father and

Some of my favorite moments with my grandfather were how we always did everything together. I was glad I lived with my grandparents. Stuff with my actual family weren’t the best, because they thought they couldn’t handle me. My grandfather and I had so much fun throughout the years. We enjoyed going for ice cream the most. We always had the same ice cream every once in a while, but occasionally we would change it up a little. We usually grabbed chocolate ice cream for a treat, but sometimes we would decide we want a twist ice cream. I loved spending time with my grandfather.

Some of my favorite precious moments happened in grandmas kitchen each and every time we visit. Whether it was just eating some of her delicious cookies or dancing, talking, or watching the windows. The atmosphere all around grandmas house was filled with lots of sweetness joy and peace inside and out. The smell of sweet cookies over home cooked meals covering flung over the table. Fresh cold drinks like grandma got it straight from the sky. There was lemonade, milk, and coffee smelling like she hand made them with the ripest lemons, milk straight from the cow and coffee fresh from the beans. Only grandma could make it smell like that.

Some of the many memories I carry with me every day of my grandmother are the holidays when we used to get together. I remember Thanksgiving and Easter most of all. On Thanksgiving the entire family would come together for dinner and then we would all stay at her house for the night. I remember this so well because we would wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and all the ladies would be gone shopping to the "After Thanksgiving Sale".