Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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The beginning of a new life!

Nothing else at this time could have possibly been any better for me.  I witnessed the wedding of my only granddaughter on May 29 of this year, wearing my wedding dress, which her mother also wore .  Is there possibly any greater event than that?

It sent my spirits soaring, viewing the world with a new perception; I was really refreshed, renewed, and rejuvenated.

The majority of my family ventured to New York, and we had a wonderful time.  Before the ceremony and festivities, we toured Central Park on a pedicab ( a rickshaw powered by a bicycle and powerful legs), saw a Broadway show, piled through the crowds at Time Square, endured a human traffic jam, and saw all sorts of odd characters.

I even had my picture taken with a character I had never heard of,  the Naked Cowboy!  My children had heard of him as he has been well publicized.  He was wearing Jockey shorts, cowboy hat and boots, and a guitar.  I can hardly wait to have it printed to send to all my friends.

I also had a pic with Spongebob Square Pants, that one will go to my youngest grandson, the older ones being over 19 and would probably not be interested.

We met with members of the bridegroom’s family at the rehearsal dinner, and they all were extremely nice and friendly.  I commented to them that this would be a WOW, Italian and Mexican families merging, and they agreed.

The ceremony was held at St. Augustine Roman Catholic Church in Brooklyn, a beautiful church resembling the great cathedrals of Europe.  I was escorted down the aisle by my grandson Chris, and I must say we made a pretty picture.

My daughter and son-in-law escorted the bride down the aisle, and I have to say , the tears started.  I couldn’t help it, wishing with all my heart that my hubby could have been there.  My granddaughter assured me that he was looking down from heaven and smiling broadly.

We had a grand time at the reception, and I cajoled, begged, and pleaded for my sons or grandsons to dance with me.  I must say, they did not inherit our dancing genes, but they did try.  I even did the twist with my son-in-law.

We returned to Dallas the next day, weary and worn out.  The crowds and traffic do get to you, and not to mention the crazy taxi drivers.  We only used the subway once, but even that was an experience.

To my granddaughter and new grandson, all the love in the world.  You have the world in your hands, and the Lord has you in his.

Hasta La Vista

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The world as I see it:

My view of the world changes, from cock-eyed optimist to the darkest and gloomiest of pessimist.  Thankfully, the former is much more prevalent than the latter.

The optimist in me glories when I see one human being bending to help another, when a young teenager stops his texting to assist a senior rise to his feet, when I gaze the wonder of a child as he sees his first sunrise.

Have you ever watched a bird delight in drinking and bathing in your bird bath?  It is a glorious moment in which to ponder the beauty of this world, and all it takes is a little time and patience.

It is my patience that wore out a little, and caused the pessimist in me to emerge, when I saw the pettiness of some senators on denying Sonya Sotomayor a majoral victory in approving her towards the full vote of the senate on her confirmation process for a seat on the Supreme Court.

This was a history making event, marred by six Senators, including one from Texas, who are on the nominating committee.

It was the Senator from Texas that caused me to rile up.  No matter what his reasoning, it brought back memories of my growing up years in that state, when Latinos were simply known as Mexicans, and greasy ones at that.  When looking and landing a job required that you be blonde and blue eyed, because cinnamon skinned people were just plain dumb, and you were not allowed in some restaurants.  I never learned to swim because the nearest swimming pool to our house did not allow us in.

Yes, that was Texas.

Discrimination is horrid, no matter who it is directed against, and anyone who has ever experienced it will remember it forever, I know I have.  Luckily, I see a bright light at the end of a very long tunnel, we have made great strides, but witnessing this last episode confirms that there is still a long road ahead of us.

I, too, have a dream, the optimist in me demands it.

Hasta la vista

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I have been reading, viewing, listening, and growing angrier by the minute, at the comments made by Republicans concerning the nomination of Sonia Sotomayor by President Obama for the post of Justice of the Supreme Court.

Judge Sotomayor has drawn the ire of one of the loudest mouths of that party, Rush Limbaugh, who has called her a racist.  Racist?  This by the man whose picture appears in every dictionary next to that word?  He who has positioned himself against blacks, browns, yellows, gays, native Americans, and every ethnic group outside his immediate group of elitists?

Let’s see, Judge Sotomayor is an American, a woman, and a Hispanic, in that order.  This last description is the key word to his ramblings, he is ignoring the fact that she has been an outstanding presence in the Judiciary for many years, a Court of Appeals Judge, nominated by President Bill Clinton.  Even at that early date, Limbaugh was already calling her an “ultra liberal” who was on a “rocket ship” to the highest court.

I would put her record, from humble beginning, against any person whom Limbaugh lauds. She was born in the Bronx, a borough of New York City.  Her father was Puerto Rican, who came to the this country so his children would have a better life.  Have you heard that before, in my writings?

Sonia was diagnosed with diabetes at an early age.  She has stated that at the age of 10, she decided she wanted to be an attorney, and worked her whole life towards that goal.  She earned scholarships to both Princeton and Yale.

The comment that she made and for which she has been called racist, was when she stated that as a Latina with modest beginnings, and a lifetime of experience, she would be better qualified than a while male with her qualifications.  I strongly agree with her.

Holy Sheet!  The Republicans jumped on that ship and have been sailing high ever since.  Notice that her comments had both “woman and Latina”, a red flag to ultra conservatives.  How typical.

They have said that they do not plan to filibuster her nomination, but knowing their methods, I am sure they will make every endeavor  to make her life hell.  They are not quite so stupid as to go against the growing Hispanic voters, but will make her nomination a very steep climb to that coveted Supreme Court spot.

I hope they fail miserably.

Hasta la vista

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A man’s feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world”–George Santayana

The above chord struck a note within me, it was resonant because several years ago legislation was passed by our neighboring country of Mexico that allows citizens born there to have dual citizenship.

While I was not born in Mexico, my grandparents were.  They left to find a better life in this country.  I have no desire to have any other citizenship than that of the USA.

My grandparents, if alive, would heartily agree.  They left all that was familiar to them to establish themselves in a foreign land.  Everything was strange to them–language, customs, etc.  They foresaw that their children and grandchildren would have better lives in this land of opportunity.  Not a day goes by that in my heart I thank them.

I have no quarrel with those few individuals who have chosen to accept the offer and have that dual citizenship.  We are a nation of immigrants, and unless you are Native Americans, your forefathers came from somewhere else.  Then, why the intolerance of one race against another?

Children are born without prejudice, it “Must be Carefully Taught”, as a song from the musical “South Pacific” states.  They learn it at home, through the behavior, actions, and words of their parents.  What a heavy burden to carry, to look in the mirror and face yourself, knowing you have fed into the minds of your innocent children, hatred and bigotry.

I love the United States, complete with all its faults.  I can think of no other country where I would care to live.  I always get chills when I hear the “Star Spangled Banner”, and tears in my eyes when “America the Beautiful” is sung.

My husband and I traveled to many foreign lands, and enjoyed every minute of it.  We explored the different cultures, tasted a variety of food, tried communicating in different languages, joined in their celebrations and commiserated in their anguishes.  We respected their customs and their laws.

There is no greater feeling than that of returning to your own soil. A cloak of peace descends upon re-entering our country.

Yes, there are prejudiced people who resent the fact that we speak Spanish; but there are also those who admire and even envy our ability to do so.

Yes, there are people, who in fits of anger over dozens of undefined reasons, will tell us to “Go back where you came from”.

I can proudly answer, I am where I came from; I am home.

Hasta La Vista.

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