50th entry to the Colonel`s Scrapbook
Birthdates which occurred on your SELECTED date of September 16:
1387 Henry V king of England (1413-22), good warrior king but had the bad luck of seing his poor mom die in childbirth
1887 Nadia Boulanger Paris, music teacher (Lasir‚ne Ideology),icono f classical music,great ones studied with her,including Aaron Copland(who obviously didn’t learn much)
1945- Camilo Sesto Spain, Spanish singer (Amore Libre, Agenda de Baile), so vain that he never tells his age
1924 Lauren Bacall Staten Island, actress (Dark Passage, Key Largo),Humphrey Bogart`s great love
Deaths which occurred on September 16:
1498 Tomas de Torquemada inquisitor who burned 10,000 people, dies, confessor of the bitch Isablla the Catholic,should have been aborted1672 Anne Bradstreet American poet, dies after having to combine pen with cooking spoon
1977 Maria Callas American-born prima donna of Greek origins lover of rude moneybag Ari Onassis, dies in Paris at 53
Events
Mexican Independence: 1810 Hidalgo begins Mexican revolt against Spain (National Day)
He was one of the few useful priests I know of
The Mexico of my Heart
One of the countries I fell in love with most has been Mexico.And not only for its obscenely glorious food,but because Mexico is a nationalist nation from which Nicaragua could learn the art of national self esteem.As a patriot, I bow my charro hat to them. Mexico is for the Mexicans and you have to be extremely wily or talented to be a success there. My mother`s younger brother Silvio Josè went to live there when he was recently wedded to his fiery half Irish blonde beauty Karylam Farmer because all of his brothers and sisters(except my mom,who was more open-minded) declared war on his new wife. Already with his first born in arms, he went to live over there and soon got himself a job while his wife ventured into radio.They started at popular Colonia Narvarte and now they live at Chapultepec,a very elegant district. As an inmigrant,he had lots of hassles. But Mexico was good to him because he was a hard worker,and Mexicans will always appreciate anyone who puts his shoulder to the wheel as he and his wife did.
My first visit to Mexico was in the seventies,as a teenager. Coming from a city like Managua that isn’t located at a high altitude, Mexico DF`s elevation hit me hard as soon as I arrived. Combined with the smog and the hard water, I couldn`t go to the bathroom for 5 days,until a doctor gave a a laxative. The altitude gave me a bit of dizziness.
For the historian that I was destined to be,believe me dearest of my readers, nothing in America can compare to Mexico. I spent hours at the Fine Arts building drinking in the murals painted by Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo`s philandering and gluttonous husband who ended up dying of cancer of the penis. One thing is to see them in a lithograph and another to gape at them in their full majesty and colourful strokes. Visiting Frida Kahlo`s blue house in Coyoacàn only set my heart to love her even more. I had always admired her paintings but now I was fascinated by the paintress herself as a human being.
How Frida Kahlo climbed along with Trotsky to the Pyramid of the Sun is a mystery to me.She had been crippled all her life,and I with my two good legs couldn`t manage to get to the top.I was winded. Even from the place where I sat down to catch my breath,the view was fantastic.
I was still far away from visiting Venice with its truly murky waters when I went to the Floating Gardens of Xochimilco in Mexico. The waters were really strange,but I knew it would be an enormous faux pas to mention it. Eating at the Tepito market was another experience,specially when I tasted the piping hot chile de palo, which made my mouth get on fire. But the most amazing thing I would see on another visit to Mexico was theuir national celebration of All Deads`Day on November 2d.It is a full feast,with altars, delicious food and a whole pageantry at the cemetery.Mexicans revere death in a bantering,healthy way. I was given candy skulls with my name on it,and a steaming cup of coffee,with pan de muerto, a pastry filled with sugar and nuts,one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten.
I visited a grave and ate there with the family,who was remembering their long lost grandfather. Mariachis were everywhere serenading, and it was a memorable festivity.
Mexico,my gentlest reader.Someday I will take you there,and how gallant you will look wearing a charro sombrero,with your long tresses. A great nation,and more so because they love their country more than anything else,and for the patriot that I am,that couldn`t be a better thing to do.
Birthdates which occurred on your SELECTED date of September 16:
1387 Henry V king of England (1413-22), good warrior king but had the bad luck of seing his poor mom die in childbirth
1887 Nadia Boulanger Paris, music teacher (Lasir‚ne Ideology),icono f classical music,great ones studied with her,including Aaron Copland(who obviously didn’t learn much)
1945- Camilo Sesto Spain, Spanish singer (Amore Libre, Agenda de Baile), so vain that he never tells his age
1924 Lauren Bacall Staten Island, actress (Dark Passage, Key Largo),Humphrey Bogart`s great love
Deaths which occurred on September 16:
1498 Tomas de Torquemada inquisitor who burned 10,000 people, dies, confessor of the bitch Isablla the Catholic,should have been aborted1672 Anne Bradstreet American poet, dies after having to combine pen with cooking spoon
1977 Maria Callas American-born prima donna of Greek origins lover of rude moneybag Ari Onassis, dies in Paris at 53
Events
Mexican Independence: 1810 Hidalgo begins Mexican revolt against Spain (National Day)
He was one of the few useful priests I know of
The Mexico of my Heart
One of the countries I fell in love with most has been Mexico.And not only for its obscenely glorious food,but because Mexico is a nationalist nation from which Nicaragua could learn the art of national self esteem.As a patriot, I bow my charro hat to them. Mexico is for the Mexicans and you have to be extremely wily or talented to be a success there. My mother`s younger brother Silvio Josè went to live there when he was recently wedded to his fiery half Irish blonde beauty Karylam Farmer because all of his brothers and sisters(except my mom,who was more open-minded) declared war on his new wife. Already with his first born in arms, he went to live over there and soon got himself a job while his wife ventured into radio.They started at popular Colonia Narvarte and now they live at Chapultepec,a very elegant district. As an inmigrant,he had lots of hassles. But Mexico was good to him because he was a hard worker,and Mexicans will always appreciate anyone who puts his shoulder to the wheel as he and his wife did.
My first visit to Mexico was in the seventies,as a teenager. Coming from a city like Managua that isn’t located at a high altitude, Mexico DF`s elevation hit me hard as soon as I arrived. Combined with the smog and the hard water, I couldn`t go to the bathroom for 5 days,until a doctor gave a a laxative. The altitude gave me a bit of dizziness.
For the historian that I was destined to be,believe me dearest of my readers, nothing in America can compare to Mexico. I spent hours at the Fine Arts building drinking in the murals painted by Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo`s philandering and gluttonous husband who ended up dying of cancer of the penis. One thing is to see them in a lithograph and another to gape at them in their full majesty and colourful strokes. Visiting Frida Kahlo`s blue house in Coyoacàn only set my heart to love her even more. I had always admired her paintings but now I was fascinated by the paintress herself as a human being.
How Frida Kahlo climbed along with Trotsky to the Pyramid of the Sun is a mystery to me.She had been crippled all her life,and I with my two good legs couldn`t manage to get to the top.I was winded. Even from the place where I sat down to catch my breath,the view was fantastic.
I was still far away from visiting Venice with its truly murky waters when I went to the Floating Gardens of Xochimilco in Mexico. The waters were really strange,but I knew it would be an enormous faux pas to mention it. Eating at the Tepito market was another experience,specially when I tasted the piping hot chile de palo, which made my mouth get on fire. But the most amazing thing I would see on another visit to Mexico was theuir national celebration of All Deads`Day on November 2d.It is a full feast,with altars, delicious food and a whole pageantry at the cemetery.Mexicans revere death in a bantering,healthy way. I was given candy skulls with my name on it,and a steaming cup of coffee,with pan de muerto, a pastry filled with sugar and nuts,one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten.
I visited a grave and ate there with the family,who was remembering their long lost grandfather. Mariachis were everywhere serenading, and it was a memorable festivity.
Mexico,my gentlest reader.Someday I will take you there,and how gallant you will look wearing a charro sombrero,with your long tresses. A great nation,and more so because they love their country more than anything else,and for the patriot that I am,that couldn`t be a better thing to do.
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