╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨'*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
Daughter of Rita Camargo and Alejo Carrillo
Married Patricio Jacinto son of Francisca Vazquez and Victor Jacinto.
They had three children Jesus a.k.a Jesse Jacinto married Ramona Olvera, Jesse Jacinto and Ramona Olvera did not have any children together but Ramona had a son Alfred Rivera.
Guadalupe a.k.a Lupe Jacinto married Jose Nieves Olvera Sr. who had a son, Luis Olvera,
Lupe and Nieves had three children together, Rita Olvera Sanchez, Maria Estefana Olvera and Jose Nieves Olvera Jr.
Ladislao Jacinto (later changed his name to Frank Rodriguez)
Married 1st wife Ida Febbo and they had one daughter, Angeline Alma Rodriguez Peebles.
Frank married Flora a.k.a Florence Arreguin who had one son, Jimmy Arreguin. They had six more children: Ruben Rodriguez, Suzanne a.k.a. Susan Rodriguez Garcia, Elizabeth a.k.a. Liza Rodriguez Alvarez, Anna Marie Rodriguez Olloqui, Victor Jesse Rodriguez, and Dolores Ramona Rodriguez Velez.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
The words to my Grandmother's most favorite song in the whole wide world:
Author: J. F. Elizondo y J. Garcia
Cuatro Milpas
Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado
Del ranchito que era mío !ay!,
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita
Lo triste que está.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Los potreros están sin ganado,
Toditito se acabó. . . ¡ay!,
Ya no hay palomas, ni hiedras ni aromas,
Todo terminó.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Cuatro milpas que tanto quería,
Pues mi madre las cuidaba. . . ¡ay!,
Si vieras qué solas, ya no hay amapolas
Ni yerbas de olor.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
THANKS TO ALL FOR THEIR FLOWERS AND SENTIMENTS.
THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
Daughter of Rita Camargo and Alejo Carrillo
Married Patricio Jacinto son of Francisca Vazquez and Victor Jacinto.
They had three children Jesus a.k.a Jesse Jacinto married Ramona Olvera, Jesse Jacinto and Ramona Olvera did not have any children together but Ramona had a son Alfred Rivera.
Guadalupe a.k.a Lupe Jacinto married Jose Nieves Olvera Sr. who had a son, Luis Olvera,
Lupe and Nieves had three children together, Rita Olvera Sanchez, Maria Estefana Olvera and Jose Nieves Olvera Jr.
Ladislao Jacinto (later changed his name to Frank Rodriguez)
Married 1st wife Ida Febbo and they had one daughter, Angeline Alma Rodriguez Peebles.
Frank married Flora a.k.a Florence Arreguin who had one son, Jimmy Arreguin. They had six more children: Ruben Rodriguez, Suzanne a.k.a. Susan Rodriguez Garcia, Elizabeth a.k.a. Liza Rodriguez Alvarez, Anna Marie Rodriguez Olloqui, Victor Jesse Rodriguez, and Dolores Ramona Rodriguez Velez.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
The words to my Grandmother's most favorite song in the whole wide world:
Author: J. F. Elizondo y J. Garcia
Cuatro Milpas
Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado
Del ranchito que era mío !ay!,
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita
Lo triste que está.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Los potreros están sin ganado,
Toditito se acabó. . . ¡ay!,
Ya no hay palomas, ni hiedras ni aromas,
Todo terminó.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Cuatro milpas que tanto quería,
Pues mi madre las cuidaba. . . ¡ay!,
Si vieras qué solas, ya no hay amapolas
Ni yerbas de olor.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
THANKS TO ALL FOR THEIR FLOWERS AND SENTIMENTS.
THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨'*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
Daughter of Rita Camargo and Alejo Carrillo
Married Patricio Jacinto son of Francisca Vazquez and Victor Jacinto.
They had three children Jesus a.k.a Jesse Jacinto married Ramona Olvera, Jesse Jacinto and Ramona Olvera did not have any children together but Ramona had a son Alfred Rivera.
Guadalupe a.k.a Lupe Jacinto married Jose Nieves Olvera Sr. who had a son, Luis Olvera,
Lupe and Nieves had three children together, Rita Olvera Sanchez, Maria Estefana Olvera and Jose Nieves Olvera Jr.
Ladislao Jacinto (later changed his name to Frank Rodriguez)
Married 1st wife Ida Febbo and they had one daughter, Angeline Alma Rodriguez Peebles.
Frank married Flora a.k.a Florence Arreguin who had one son, Jimmy Arreguin. They had six more children: Ruben Rodriguez, Suzanne a.k.a. Susan Rodriguez Garcia, Elizabeth a.k.a. Liza Rodriguez Alvarez, Anna Marie Rodriguez Olloqui, Victor Jesse Rodriguez, and Dolores Ramona Rodriguez Velez.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
The words to my Grandmother's most favorite song in the whole wide world:
Author: J. F. Elizondo y J. Garcia
Cuatro Milpas
Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado
Del ranchito que era mío !ay!,
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita
Lo triste que está.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Los potreros están sin ganado,
Toditito se acabó. . . ¡ay!,
Ya no hay palomas, ni hiedras ni aromas,
Todo terminó.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Cuatro milpas que tanto quería,
Pues mi madre las cuidaba. . . ¡ay!,
Si vieras qué solas, ya no hay amapolas
Ni yerbas de olor.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
THANKS TO ALL FOR THEIR FLOWERS AND SENTIMENTS.
THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
Daughter of Rita Camargo and Alejo Carrillo
Married Patricio Jacinto son of Francisca Vazquez and Victor Jacinto.
They had three children Jesus a.k.a Jesse Jacinto married Ramona Olvera, Jesse Jacinto and Ramona Olvera did not have any children together but Ramona had a son Alfred Rivera.
Guadalupe a.k.a Lupe Jacinto married Jose Nieves Olvera Sr. who had a son, Luis Olvera,
Lupe and Nieves had three children together, Rita Olvera Sanchez, Maria Estefana Olvera and Jose Nieves Olvera Jr.
Ladislao Jacinto (later changed his name to Frank Rodriguez)
Married 1st wife Ida Febbo and they had one daughter, Angeline Alma Rodriguez Peebles.
Frank married Flora a.k.a Florence Arreguin who had one son, Jimmy Arreguin. They had six more children: Ruben Rodriguez, Suzanne a.k.a. Susan Rodriguez Garcia, Elizabeth a.k.a. Liza Rodriguez Alvarez, Anna Marie Rodriguez Olloqui, Victor Jesse Rodriguez, and Dolores Ramona Rodriguez Velez.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
The words to my Grandmother's most favorite song in the whole wide world:
Author: J. F. Elizondo y J. Garcia
Cuatro Milpas
Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado
Del ranchito que era mío !ay!,
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita
Lo triste que está.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Los potreros están sin ganado,
Toditito se acabó. . . ¡ay!,
Ya no hay palomas, ni hiedras ni aromas,
Todo terminó.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Cuatro milpas que tanto quería,
Pues mi madre las cuidaba. . . ¡ay!,
Si vieras qué solas, ya no hay amapolas
Ni yerbas de olor.
Si me prestas tus ojos,morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá
Los despojos de aquella casita
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
MY MOTHER'S MOM, MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
THANKS TO ALL FOR THEIR FLOWERS AND SENTIMENTS.
THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
....*****....*****.....*****....*****
