Circa 1950, my future father was a very young banker in Sagua La Grande (near the Isabela Port). He decided to take a little vacation and went to Ciego de Avila (close to Camaguey) to visit some family friends.
My future left the hotel and crossed Parque Marti, located in the center of the city.
My father knocked on the door. My future mother answered it! (She happened to live next door and was visiting a friend who lived in that home!)
My father knocked on the door. My future mother answered it! (She happened to live next door and was visiting a friend who lived in that home!)
My future father took a look at my future mother and came back every weekend (and whenever else his work allowed him) until they got married.
I understand why my dad flipped over my mom. She was quite a "beauty" in her younger days! I guess that it was that mixture of Asturias and Cuba, along with a Cuban accent!
My brother, sister and I came along in the 1950s.
Our family left Cuba in 1964 because my parents refused to live in a communist country. My brother, sister and I are so grateful that my parents sacrificed a great deal so that we may grow up in freedom.
Today, my father is gone and my mom is recovering from an operation.
Nevertheless, we remember that it all started many years ago in December.
And you can read more in "Cubanos in Wisconsin".
Nevertheless, we remember that it all started many years ago in December.
And you can read more in "Cubanos in Wisconsin".
