First of all, my grandmother is a wonderful human being who has striven to raise her children in the gospel and do what is right. She along with grandpa are some of my most favorite people. I love them very much. Grandma raised 8 children and moved from place to place throughout those childhood raising years. Often times grandpa would be gone for air force duties and grandma would take the children to church and continue every day life without help from grandpa during those times. She truly is a remarkable woman. I am so proud to have her as my grandma. Grandma cooks amazing Mexican food and has a beautiful garden outside. She makes her own tea from the mint leaves grown in the back of the house and decorates her home with spoons from all over the world and Indian atire. My grandma is surprisingly hilarious beyond description and has a quick and witty tongue. She has such love for her rather large family and will spank my daddy anytime I call and ask. Haha just kidding...I love you abuelita!
-Emalia
-Emalia
Poem by Grandma: Sara Bojorquez Silva
God is my Father
The Lord is my Redeemer.
Truth is my religion.
Work is my blessing.
Love is my law.
Intelligence is my business.
Discipline is my challenge.
Justice is my actions.
Peace is my goal.
Life eternal is my hope.
My neighbor is my
brother.
My conscience is my guide.
My companion is my friend.
My family is my joy.
The tree of knowledge of good and evil does not grow in
the soil of science. .
the tree of knowledge of good
and evil must be planted in the soul of every man.La tierra no tiene sed de la sangre delos soldados.
sino del sudor de los hombres.
Recipe from Grandma:
Chiles en Escabeche
1/4de kilo de zanahorias
1 cebolla grande
1 cabeza de ajos
1 litro de vinagre
1 frasco de aceite de olivo
tomillo, laurel, mejorana,
oregano y sal.
2 frascos grandes con
tapaderas nuevas
se lavan los chiles y las
zanahorias y estas se cortan en rebanadas .
la cebolla se corta en
rebanadas. se frien los chiles, las
cebollas y los ajos pelados en el aceite
de olivo,se agrega el vinagre y las yerbas de olor . se enfrascan , se le saca el aire a los
frascos y se tapan. se meten a bano maria aproximadamente 10 o 15 min.
se sacan los frascos y se
ponen boca abajo en un limpiador por 24
hrs. y listo!
To my grown-up Son:
My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to
play
the little games you asked me
to
I didn't have much time for
you
I'd wash your clothes, I'd
sew and cook
but when you'd bring your
picture book
and ask me please to share
your fun
I'd say :"a little
later, son"
I'd tuck you in all safe at
night
and hear your prayers, turn
out the light,
then tip-toe softly to the
door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute
more.
For life is short , the years
rush past....
a little boy grows so fast
no longer is he at my side
his precious secrets to
confide
The picture books are put
away,
there are no longer games to
play,
no good-night kiss, no
prayers to hear...
that all belongs to
yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are
still.
the days are long and hard to
fill.
I wish I could go back and do
the little things you asked
me to.
To my son Arthur
with love Mom.
First Family Photo with baby Gus
Sara with baby Maribel
Gma Bojorquez, Josefina y Sara
Group date with friends
Sara with her mother Gma Bojorquez
Portrait with Sara, Josefina and Gma again
Gma Amalia, Manuel, Fina and Sara as a baby
Sara y las chivas
Grandma with grandbaby Preston Hupp
MY MEMORIES: (by Sara)
The first thing I remember
About my life is when we lived in
booth. I was 3 years old. I remember only details or ecenas of when I went with
my dad to bring the milk with Don Chencho. Milk was newly ordered. I do not
think that it was the first time that I have done with the just leche but I
remember once in particular time I was small of age, and the fact that I was
always chiquita's stature. My dad always carried me in his arms. I was always
very attached to my dad.
He and I, we had some games that only
us knew, we would do ugly faces to each other there and whoever would turn towards
the other with a face more ugly…won. My dad called this game "chango"
of course I always won, and I remember that I would always think of it as a
great triumph. This hard game went on for many years.
I also remember the day when we came to
live at CD, Juarez. I premiered a white dress with red stems that my
grandmother Lola made me for this ocasion. My grandmother Lola, my grandmother
materna. She was my only grandmother that I remember. Auque I was already born
when my grandmother Carmen who was my grandmother, died when I had one year of
age and I do not remember anything from it. I also have a vague memory in my
mind, still when I lived in the Caseta. That is passing is the town where I was
born on July 14, 1943. volviendo to my vague memory, Buen my mom and I were in
the truck that ran into Cd, Juarez to all the people of the Valley of the Bravo
district, which is to which belonged the village of Caseta. I remember which
was lloviedo and down from the truck they stayed awhile to expect that the rain
pasara. Later to stop raining, my mom me infiltrator of the hand and proceeded
to walk. I remember that she lifted me into the air every time that we crossed
by a puddle so I wouldn’t wet my shoes. My mama told me later, that on this
occasion, we went with the dentist and that was when she put their plates
dentales. I remember nothing of where we went or did, only the fun that was for
my which I lifted in the air to jump over the pond of water.
I remember we had a dog, although my dad
told me after we had two dogs, I only remember one.
I can't remember everything. I believe
that we were not long in Juarez because my memories eye-popping booth at the
ranch of Mr. Sweet stand trip to Juarez. In the State of New Mexico .E.U.A not
be long live in the United States. My papa had a passport's work and took us to
the family, that at the time was comprised of my parents, Rogelio Bojorquez
Rios y Amalia Cobarruvias Serrano. My eldest brother Jesus Maria, my brother
Manuel, my sister Josephine and I, Sara, who was the youngest in the family or
also known as "coyotita" as I said my papa, had a nickname that was given to the son or daughter
of the familia. I was about 3-4 at the time.
At the time of my life I remember a bit
more. Although I don't remember which step first and which was then, remember
that once we had to turn to the guest in our House, I had very cold, but I
wanted to be with the group from outside because they had candles lit and auque
not let me have my own sailing, my brother Jesus paid me his sailing in
analitica, not without removing your hand from the mia. When at last opened us
the door my breast I infiltrator in their hands, I envolvio in a blanket, and
already didn't over as term flophouse because I I was asleep.
On another occasion I remember that we
come to EL PASO, TEXAS and my parents came to store things used, I found a
tricycle exactly my size and I got to walk through all the other articles for
sale. My tricycle vajarme they wanted to go. and in the end they had to buy it.
On another occasion we went to the Park Washington.en El Paso, Texas was the
first see that prove "cotton candy'" I remember that I was much
laughter that is me desaparecia sweet to put me in the mouth but not before
letting me a flavor rich .by many years I wanted to eat it again, but I never
knew as it was or as it was called, I would like some 12 years more or less
when my mom bought me a "cotton candy" and try it out I di account
which was the same sweet of my memories.
I remember that a see were my cousins
and I, playing under the "treila" where is vasiaban cotton which our
fathers walked piscando decided to go to our home. That would be like a mile or
more away from where our parents were working. My cousin Eduardo (Lalo) which
was the Perez family. his mother my aunt Eva, was the sister of my dad, and my
cousin Susan who was the Hernandez family. his mother my tia Dolores (lola) was
another sister of my papa.los three we walked the route of the railway until
you reach the entrance of the road that came to our houses, I do not remember
how long we were outside, or when mos menos.pero made when already
regresabamos, saw coming to my uncle Lucius, who was the Pope of his with a
wand in the hand. I do not remember the end of this adventure.
Another of my memories was when I
bought a "Teddy bear", was as big as me, and as not it could load I
lost interest in playing with the asito and lost. Reinstalled does not know of
the.
On the Mr.Sweet Ranch. My dad worked
piscando cotton, I helped my mom, and also my brethren, the children let us
playing near the treila where the workers basiavan his full cotton bags.
and at the same you see could monitor
us, I was not the only nina had other families, who as mia walked all working
at the hint of cotton.
I remember once I went to look for my
dad to Groove where the walked piscando I comense to walk by the same Groove,
but by the handsome side to find me with, but I found a man that you decian
"prieta Cap" started to run to tell my dad that prieta Cap you came stealing
his cotton my dad I infiltrator in their hands and me ride his rib and followed
working and I very happy paseandome in his bag of cotton.
I don't remember how long we were at
the ranch of Mr.Sweet.pero what if remember is that when we were there. It was
the first time we went to the Church of Jesus Christ of Saints of the last
days.(Mormons) my parents already knew about the Church. Because my dad had
worked on the construcion of stand Chapel when still lived there.
Then returned to Mexico, but only my
parents, my sister Josephine and I, my brothers Jesus and Manuel stayed in the
United States, they never actually returned to live with us .ellos ended in
crecer.hasta were married.
We live in Ciudad Juarez. I remember
that lived by the Arroyo Colorado
that was in that then on the banks of
the city. I only remember it was winter and lived in a single room was very
cold we had a stove of oil.I remember that my Mom took me out of bed and I
tangled in a blanket and sat down in front of the stove to keep warm, while she
cocia in the comal corn tortillas. at the end of the Mace was always suficiante
to make me a gordita of corn than my mom opened by the Bank, you put pork lard
and salt. and a cup of you calientito cinnamon. that was my lunch. but for a 4
years nina was sufficient, because everything was accompanied by the love of my
parents.
Remember that time of my childhood.
again, I feel the love of my parents.
not is how long we live in that House
.creo that was only the invierno.nos moved to another House, but I do not
remember where remained, only I remember my grandmother Lola lived with us and
since then lived in our House until he died. It was at that time that my
grandmother we started to take my sister Josefina and me to a Christian that
group be assembled every Sunday in a fourth small.
It was there where I learned some
verses in hymns still recuedo.fueron my first lessons in Dios. I learned to
repeating Psalms of the Bible to lie me and others to get up. It was my
grandmother Lola that I told stories of the Bible for the first time. that my I
looked like fairy stories. I think it was the incistencia of my grandmother to
Psalms and hymns memorized what development in my ability to memorize things
for the rest of my life.
Also I remember my grandmother me towards
my dolls of cloth with Stamen-hair, eyes, the ears, nose and mouth were
embroidered with bast of colors, she also me towards all my dresses. After she
died, when I was 6 years old, my mama continuous haciendome my clothes. My mom
had a catalog of "Sears", and I would model my garments, then took me
to the retacerias of the Paso.a choose the fabric
(retacerias were stores that sold
pieces of fabrics which have large rolls and as they were surplus pieces are
sold very cheap) but my mom always was large enough pieces to get my dress or
what combined with another piece. I always changed the original model, adding
one or two bags to my dresses, to my always liked my garments to have bags. My
MOM also me towards my background, my pajama flannel in the winter and light
cotton for summer.
After my uncle ladies Ruiz, who was the
husband of my aunt Eloisa only my mom sister, bought a very large street
Uruguay House 206 sur.en Cd.Juarez.y as the family Ruiz lived on a ranch in
Cedillos.D.B. that was his property. My uncle, asked my parents to us
movieramos to the House to take care of her, my grandmother Lola, and my uncle
Jose who was brother of my mom and my aunt Eloisa and only son of my
grandmother and the youngest of his family. also moved to the House, we had four
rooms, living room, kitchen and 2 bathrooms to dormir.uno of these rooms was
where dormia my grandmother. will Hill the door linking the 2 quarter-back and
lived there with my uncle Jose. So in that we lived in family property. It was
at that time that I started to go to school for first year. The school was to
ten blocks from my house, was the school closer. My sister Josefina and many
children more caminabamos all together to the same escuela.en that school not
had or discipline and surveillance. because I I came out of school at the time
that I Wattled and me VAT to my house, and never asked me anything. then I
walked by myself to my house, I knew that I had to walk right without flip on
any street until you reach a gas station, there was back and on the next block
there was my house.
Next year they changed school to
another location a little closer. But my MOM already not I wanted to put in
that school and I switch to a private school just one block from my house. And
begin again my primary school. There groups were guys not more than 15 pupils
per class .mucha discipline and strict with school subjects. All vestiamos in
uniform on a daily basis. The ninas com a light blue dress with blue lines
abcuro. Navy blue socks and black shoes and a blue bonnet. Children vestian
pant of masclilla obcuro and white guayabera calcetin obcuro and black shoe.
spent daily magazine the shoes and the rest of the uniform .teniamos that be
fine hair, the girls with long hair had that have it collected and if it was
short very well combed all day began with a prayer for help to the rest of the
day. I I started to feel a little adisgusto because my family to then were not
Catholics. that in fact never so I went, because my parents never attended
mass. only to baptize us children and by the fact that my parents were married
by the Catholic Church in Las Animas
in the State of Colorado.USA. I talk
about this matter that bothered me with my mom but she gave no importance, as
already mentioned that already were not Catholics because my parents, my sister
Josephine and I we were baptized in the city of Jesucristo of Saints of the
last days.
(Mormon)
during 5 years lived with the nickname of "Jewish" as not
"Christian" so interpreted you my companeras at the school, but there
I learned to be good student, and that helped me a lot in the future in the
last year of elementary school I was very rebellious with my mom, and did not
want to go to that school, and myself I registered in a school publishes .in
that last year my MOM never attended any function of my school.
at the end of my elementary school, I
wanted to go to nursing school but I needed my secondary studies before taking
courses in nursing.
I found a school in which could study
two courses to the same ves was in at the civil Hospital "Freedom"
the only thing that is impartian pre-vocasional and vocasional at the same time
courses, which were actually secondary and nursing. I had to study very hard,
the day began at 7 in the morning and ended at 6 pm, including Saturdays. in the
summer only we had a month of rest.
as it and said, I was always size
chiquita therefore only grew to measure 4pies 11pulgadas always went the more
chiquita in all my classes. in the national holidays such as. on 16 September.
the independence day. 5 Mayo.victoria in the battle of Puebla. 20 Nov. the
revolution day adventurous than my school had to participate in the parades
always me escogian to my to go at the head of the group with the banner that
had the name of the school.
again later to my memories of my school
years.
I would like to mention that it was my
aunt ' lola "which again put us in contact with the
Church"mormón"." When my family returned from the United States
.the family Hernandez also returned to Mexico, I think it was when they were
converted and was baptized. but I'm not very segura.cuando us we moved to the
property of my uncle ladies Ruiz, touched the casualided that my aunt lola
lived a few blocks from my house, and the place where were assembled the members
of the city was a commercial premises on the street Vicente Guerrero, he was
between his home and ours, my aunt came all Sunday to greet my parents and
invite us to go to church with them. my parents have never accepted the invitation,
but my aunt asked permission to my parents that if left to my sister and I were
with her and her family to the Church, my mom always accepted and my sister and
I empesamos to go with my aunt and her family, the family of my aunt Lola is
comprised of my uncle Candelario Hernandez, so some never regrouped to the
Church with the family, in fact not be if Member or not, their daughter greater
Aurora (bory) was my cousin Louis, Arturo, Susana, Jesus (chuy) Alfredo and
Eva.asi which actually was a sacrifice to my aunt carry two ninas but to the
Church in addition to its family of siete.pero was the result of that slaughter
a few years after my parents, my sister and I, we bautizaramos in the Church my
dad inactive a few two or three years later than us bautisamos. but my mom, my
sister Josephine and I are still active and faithful. My aunt Lola and his
family migrated to United States .mi aunt died a few years later and his family
grew and settled in the State of California.no the reinstalled to see. I have news of them by my brother
Jesus, also established in California, the Perez family emigrated to the United
States and they had a family of ten children, his son eldest Demetrius (tito)
it was my godfather of baptism in the Catholic Church, my cousin Bertha, Jesus
Maria (Chita) Gilberto, Jose, Alfonso, (poncho) Eduardo (lalo) that we were of
the same age and were born in stand the two. Lucius Jr.y relief (socy)
as well as the family Moya, only us Bojorquez family and the brother of my dad
who was my uncle refuge (cuckoo) mos are left to live in Mexico, to this year
2007 which was when I started to write these memories .i Sara Bojorquez Silva
at the age of 65 years and seen moving to the generation of my parentsall my
uncles, aunts, and many of my cousins and cousins, and until my sister Josefina
died 3 years later.
-Grandma and Jose were sealed in the Mesa, Arizona temple after being civilly married on May 19, 1959.
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