Showing posts with label FAMILY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FAMILY. Show all posts

4/4/20

RICK CASTRO: DIARY- 4/3/2020


So This Is How The World Will End: by Rick Castro 4/3/2020




This is my great uncle on Bee’s, (my mother) side. 
Tío, (uncle) Cuco was about 90 when I took this photo, circa 1987ish. He was camera shy, and didn’t want to pose, so I took it when he wasn’t expecting.  Cuco Medrano lived with his wife and six children on a 500 acre rancho just outside a tiny little town called Calera, close to  El Ciudad de Zacatecas, in the state of Zacatecas, Mexico.
El Rancho was constructed from adobe sometime circa 1830s. It has always been in the family. To this day it’s a working ranch, currently run by the grandson’s of tío Cuco. He grew chili, garlic, corn and livestock- chickens and goats. During a summer visit, 1970ish, they slaughtered a goat and cooked it underground overnight. Just for us, the visiting familia… 
I’ve never had such tasty meat… I don’t think i’ve eaten goat since.

The Medrano’s also cleared their feed barn and held a fiesta just for us!
To this day, (I was about 10 yrs old) I remember Bee’s face beaming with love as she danced with her Uncle Cuco to a local Mariachi band. Then the younger primos, (cousins) placed 45’s on a small record player, and we danced to the hits of the early 70s, 
(Osmond’s, Jackson 5) as the elders looked on.


As the story goes, during 1914 the Mexican Revolution was in full force. Poncho Villa was a hero to some, and enemy to others, 
like land owners. Rumors were circulating thru the town of Calera, that Poncho Villa’s Men were on their way. This being part of the historical, Toma de Zacatecas, (taking of Zacatecas) . Villa’s men had been instructed to  steal all the silver, burn all the crops, kill all the livestock and impregnate women with their seed. My great-grandfather, (Bee’s grandfather) gathered all the women and girls, loaded them with all the silver & gold they could carry on their bodies, and put them on the train to Silver City, New Mexico. Poncho’s army did come to the ranch, they wreaked havoc, pillaged, burned crops, killed and ate livestock, destroyed a couple walls, but there were no women to have their way with. 

When the war ended, my great-grandfather summoned all the women to return home. 
All except for my grandmother, she met my grandfather in Silver City and fell in love. 
My grandparents married, then followed the mines as laborers. They traveled throughout New Mexico, Arizona, then to Southern California in the early 1920s, eventually buying a modest home in Boyle Heights.

My grandmother, Lupe Medrano was a spoiled ranchers daughter.
Once she married my grandfather in Estados Unidos, she became a second class citizen for the remainder of her life. 
She never learned english, never became more than a housewife and mother to 10 children, three that died at birth. She died at age 34 of tuberculosis, way before I was even a concept.

I sent a copy of this photo to El Rancho right after tío Cuco passed. That November my photo of Tio Cuco was the centerpiece of the altar for, Dia De Los Muertos en El Rancho de Zacatecas. I also framed and gave this copy to Bee for her Birthday. 
Mi Portrait del tío Cuco Medrano: Ranchero de Zacatecas, has proudly hung at Bee's cabin since 1987. 
We have tea together every morning.

So this is how the world will end.

copyright-rick castro- 4/2020



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7/4/18

HER LOST FAMILY OF 43 YEARS


a Kyle Le Documentary. Special Thanks to Kim and Jon for sharing their story with us and allowing me
to be a part of their family experience. I am forever grateful to have been able
to produce this video and to get to know such great people. Kim worked as a child maid and helper to a family with an American GI husband in Saigon in her early teenage years. Her mother lived in poverty and needed Kim and her sister's salary in order to raise her other children, so the two sisters were put to work. 
Kim had a chance to go to America where the family didn't allow her to go to school or go outside. She was basically a prisoner. Eventually, she escaped by faking a pregnancy and she had to move away to another state. When she came back, the family who brought her over disappeared along with Kim's background. Only the American GI's wife knew of Kim's origins but she was cruel and evil. She didn't even mail all of Kim's letters back to her mother. Her mother was never told of her whereabouts or condition. 
Years passed. No clue, no names, no known locations,
everything was a faint memory to Kim until the family who brought her over's son
was found by Jon after endless days and weeks of searching. 
He provided an important clue to the whole mystery with the form of an address
and that's where I came into the picture.

5/5/17

JACK SCHLOSSBERG



Jack Schlossberg -  JFK's grandson 
John Bouvier Kennedy "Jack" Schlossberg  (born January 19, 1993)
  is the youngest child of Caroline Kennedy and the only grandson of 
John F. Kennedy,  the 35th U.S. President. He graduated from Yale University in 2015. 
Schlossberg was born in New York City on January 19, 1993, to designer
 Edwin Arthur "Ed" Schlossberg (born 1945) and Caroline Kennedy (born 1957), daughter of U.S. President John F. Kennedy (1917–1963) and First Lady Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy (1929–1994).  

 Schlossberg's father comes from an Orthodox Jewish family of Ukrainian descent, and his mother is a Catholic of Irish, French, Scottish, and English descent.   As the lone grandson of President Kennedy and the First Lady, Schlossberg became the only surviving male descendant of JFK's immediate family after his maternal uncle,  John F. Kennedy Jr., died in a plane crash in 1999. 

 In eighth grade, Schlossberg co-founded ReLight New York, a non-profit organization which raised more than $100,000 to install compact fluorescent lights in low-income housing developments. Schlossberg attended Yale University, graduating in 2015 with a degree in history with a focus on Japanese history.  Schlossberg stated that he aspires to pursue a career in politics
 after graduating from Yale.



8/18/16

THE SONGAMINUTE MAN

The Songaminute Man 
My dad was a singer throughout his life - 
he was a Butlin's Redcoat and then travelled around singing in clubs around the country. 
He worked in a factory after he got married and still did a bit of singing on side. 
His nickname is The Songaminute Man - 
simply because of how many songs he knows. 
 In the last few years his memory has deteriorated a lot - often not recognising family. 
 However, now when we've got him singing again he's back in the room. It's these moments that we treasure.  The plan is to share as much of Dad's singing as we can and hopefully it will help raise money to fund the work of the Alzheimer's Society - more specifically to go towards paying for a person at the end of the phoneline to help other people like us.   
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this strike my  personal emotional cord, 
since my mum has been battling alzheimers for the last 12 years... she's now @ stage 5 which is the last stage before you forget how to eat-walk- etc