Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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It hardly seems possible,  June sneaked in and out, and here we are in July!  Where did the month go?  I certainly don’t remember anything extraordinary, other than what I mentioned in my blog, titled “June, Dad, Grad, Mad”.

I was in Dallas the first week of this hot month of July.  It was even hot in my cool mountain home, reaching 90 degrees, something that doesn’t happen too often.  It prepared me for the 100 plus temperatures (and humidity) of  Big D.  I was in town for another of my dog/house sitter jobs for one of my daughters.

If I thought that time was flying by, my daughter and son-in-law experienced it at triple time.  My grandson, their only child, and they were flying to Lubbock for student and family orientation at Texas Tech.  Was it only yesterday when he was young?

Niles and Frazier, their two Westies welcomed me.  They are partial to this particular grandmother since I play with them and give them lots of love and attention. ( Don’t tell my pooch!)  He stays in El Paso with my son and his dachshund cousin.

The weather, as I stated, was hot.  Too hot to venture for long periods of time outside the refrigerated house.  I spent a lot of leisure time doing crossword puzzles, reading, and playing on the computer.  Gosh, it sounds like what I do at home, except for answering want ads and going on interviews.

I was talked into staying through the July 4th holiday, and I am certainly glad I did.

On the Saturday before the 4th, we attended an air show in Mabank, Texas, which is where my son in law’s mother resides.  It was quite spectacular, not in the grandeur of the Biggs Air Show in El Paso, but enough to give it competition.  There was a Japanese Zero from World War II, and the P 47, and several other P’s I couldn’t identify.  My hubby would have known all of them since he was an airplane buff and could name any plane flying.  The huge B 52 also flew, and a cargo plane larger than that.

On Sunday I attended a fireworks display at the Adriatica Center  with my children.  They had a band which played music from the Beatles, and I was quite amused to see most of the crowd (over 50’s) singing along, and waving their children’s lighted toys back and forth, just like in the concerts when they were teenagers. (What they waved then I don’t know) And, just like in that past time, I didn’t enjoy the music! My son could not understand why I didn’t like it, but I am from the big band era, Frank Sinatra, etc. how can you possibly compare that sound to rock and roll?  Guess I’m stating my age.

I was doubly amused when my son told me his grand-daughter plays music which all sounds the same;  same thing I told them  30 some odd years ago.

The fireworks followed, and it was awe-inspiring.  We all had fun enjoying each other’s company, and all the goings on.  The trip home was the only bummer, we waited in line for about an hour because of the number of people in attendance.

The next day I flew home, back to reality.  It was nice while it lasted.

Hasta la Vista


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There has never been a time when I have not been proud of my country.  When the Star Spangled Banner is played, I get chills up and down my spine, and the flag , proudly waving, brings tears to my eyes.  I am proud to state that I am a true Red, White, and Blue citizen, who also happens to be Hispanic.

This is the reason that I have decided to state my views on the recent controversy surrounding the new law passed by the state of Arizona.  In my opinion it is blatantly racist.  If a police officer stops a car driven by a blonde blue eyed citizen, for whatever infraction committed, does he ask for proof of citizenship?  No, this is only done when the driver happens to have brown skin, dark hair, and looks of Hispanic origin.  Then he or she is asked, in Spanish, for proof of the right to be in this country.  If this isn’t bigotry, racist, and whatever word you wish to call it, what is?

I never thought I would live to see the day when almost fifty percent of the population including myself,  would have to carry passports.  Is this the good old USA, land of the free, and home of the brave?

I don’t live in Arizona, and will skip that state on any of my travels.  If you wish to live in la-la land and believe it is all a big lie, ask someone you know who has endured this harassment several times, like my daughter in-law’s brother who happens to live in Phoenix, and now carries his passport.

At one time, before the word Hispanic came into being, we were simply called Mexican-Americans, and we laughingly referred to ourselves as the hyphenated ones.  Our men served their country honorably, going to war and dying to protect our homes and rights.  Of any ethnic group, ours has the most Medal of Honor winners.

At one time, before World War II, there was discrimination, sometimes blatant, in my home state of Texas.  If you were job searching, the want ads stated “Only Anglos need apply”.  In some restaurants we were denied service, and growing up, I never knew of any doctors, lawyers, head of companies, who had Spanish sir-names.  This all changed when the men came home with the knowledge that a different, better world existed out there.  They went to college on the G I Bill of Rights, knowing that with an education, they would provide a new, better world for their children. My grandparents, who came to this country with nothing but their dreams, would be proud of their offspring’s accomplishments.

There is still some discrimination, although obscurely hidden, but then there has  been, and will always exist, bigotry in many shapes and forms.  Sad isn’t it?

Today, I am proud to say, we are in every conceivable career available to all citizens, including having the first Hispanic Supreme Court Justice.

Arizona dares to question this?  Let our Federal government solve the immigration problem; isn’t the Constitution the law of the land, including that  of the sun-drenched state?

There, I have vented, and feel a lot better.  Letting off steam sometimes helps.

HAPPY JULY 4TH!  SAVOR YOUR FREEDOM

Hasta La Vista