Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Much of my life has been spent laughing and playing with these hysterical women. I am so happy that their blood is my blood.
Here's Momma Mia y La Abuela in their classic mode.
In this video my mom really really wants me to help her with her computer woes. She's writing about what it was like for her to grow up in the Antonini compound in Argentina (where she was spoiled rotten). She doesn't want us kids to forget that Don Juan Antonini would let anyone in need come stay at their campesino. Don Juan would assign the drifters crazy nicknames such as "the leaky sink" or "the can of worms hobbler" so that when the police came around asking about so-and-so he could honestly answer that he didn't know them. All i remember from those days was that my Nona (the woman who raised Abuelita) would take out her false teeth to try and freak us out and she would steal my mom's nice dresses and refashion them into adorable outfits for me. Nona died right before my little sister Tammy was born. She was weak for a while and then she'd get better and would tell us about her delightful conversations with Tammy's spirit. She was the first (but not the last!) to describe my sister as sunshine.
There are so many stories and when i feel colorless i just ask Abuelita or my mom to TELL ME MORE.
thanks for letting me tell you a bit.
This post is also an invitation. If any of you ever want to drink yerba mate, play cards, and learn choice phrases in castillano...
a big beso on your cheek,
la media gringa
p.s. i am so proud of being half-latina. and if one more person complains to me that Provo pioneer neighborhood schools are being overrun with spanish speakers as if its a bad thing...(ok, only one person has said that to me and then apologized.)