My mother still drinks either sangria or lambrusco in little juice
glasses every evening. We have always said when we toast and clink
the glasses together,
“Salud, pesetas y amor, y tiempo a gustarlos.”
(To your health, money and love and time to enjoy them!)
I may have already mentioned this before in stories about my visits with
Mom! When talking at my lunch table, almost each coworker’s family
had a similar toast.
My mother had taught Spanish, World Lit and English so I was interested
in that language the most. I took 6 actual years of it in school and have
been watching Diego and Dora, along with Sesame Street through several
years.These shows keep me a little updated!
I met a woman at work who is named “Isabelle” and I told her I was
not too keen on Roberta (pardon me, if that is your name!) which would have
been my Spanish version of my name.
When asked by the teacher, “What is your middle name?” and I answered
“Elizabeth.” I found out “Isabel” is the Spanish equivalent. I love the name
Isabel! It comes out like this: “ees- uh-bail” but the last syllable is lightly
said, with a long A sound.
Elizabeth was John the Baptist’s mother in the Bible and sometimes it is
nice to think of her. I am glad that she was also visited by an Angel like
Mary was. If Jesus had not known John then there may not have been
the baptism that Christians value so much. But then again, maybe it would
have been something else symbolic but not so divisive. Have you met people
who ask “Are you BAPTIZED?” and then want to know how it was done.
I would like to say that the poem, “La Higuera” about a fig tree stands out
in my mind as very beautiful when spoken in Spanish. The Spanish author’s
name was (I believe) Pablo Neruda. Nope, Wikipedia says the poet is named
Juan de Ibarbourou. Each of my high school years, I would enter in a Spanish
declamation contest held on the campus of Kent State University. Each year,
I would choose a poem in Spanish, reading it in English to understand its
power and meaning. One year, I distinctly remember this poem about the
fig tree. I enjoyed looking at the photographs of fig trees in Encyclopedias
and now, this means so much more to me. I enjoyed learning to memorize
those haunting words. The bird poem, “Pajaro,” was one that had double
meaning, since birds can fly away to a better world, hoping for a better life.
I also am going to ramble one more direction and then close this little post.
I have two fellow workers at the Advance Auto Distribution Center who are
filipino. They tell me to call them that. I always was taught to say I know
some people who come from the Philipines. They have invited me to parties
and I enjoy their food immensely. I wish there were restaurants that served
their food, the closest I can tell is Asian restaurants but they do talk very
similarly to Spanish. I can tell them some of what they have chattered about
at the lunch table. They are sometimes surprised and sometimes a little
concerned. They want to “practice” their home language but they don’t want
to offend people. They have had people come up to them in public and say
rudely, “Speak English! You are in America!” They say their country is also
part of America. It makes me think of the song where the gangs/rivals are
arguing in “West Side Story.”
That must close my thoughts, since I am getting ready to go to a friend’s
house and we both agreed “No technology!!” That is so fun and it will be
a nice day and a half break from phones, television and the Internet!”
Have a wonderful and safe weekend! Let me know if you know any unusual