A new spoon for Every Bite! by Citrus

From Citrus' myspace blog

So I had a party the other day. My mother and father showed up. LOL...I introduced them to each other and my Dad didn't recognize my mom. I guess it has been since 1976 or 7 since they had seen or talked to or with each other.
I introduced my mom to my sister and likewise..they have never met or spoken.

Today is my grandmother's birthday and I will visit her grave. I lost her in '76 or '77 too...I found her again about a year before her death (11yrs gone now) and we got some closure...but today is hard..

I have celebrated Cinco De Mayo as the Birth of my Grandmother and the death of the Mexican inside for a long time now.

But thanks to my cousin Rachel, and myspace I am back inside my own skin.
I can get on with the celebration of Eleanor C. Compoz.

I remember stalking my family at the Cinco De Mayo celebration when my Grandmother was the Queen....I was the prince in exile. I watched her with much pride and admiration as she rode around in her little golf cart waving to the masses! I watched as the aunties and uncles whom I no longer knew and the cousins that I had never met basked in her Glory...yes she was Glorious! She wasn't perfect of course..but she was wonderful. Raised 12 kids on her own....that kind of wonderful.

I remember my grandmother's tortillas' the most. She made them on Friday's...the day I got to go be with the Compoz side...NOTHING in the world like a fresh Tortilla made by your grandmother and then slathered in butter and eaten immediately! NOTHING. EVER. Her lesson on wealth will never be forgotten....

She was a maid I guess....I was young....and we went to have a family party at a house that her bosses owned...the Silverware on the huge table had me mezmerized and I was just standing there looking at it all in awe....
"They must be real rich Grandma....look at all the spoons they have!" I said.
"Mijo...you are more rich because you get a new spoon with every bite!"she mimicked eating with a Tortilla.....patted me on the head and gave me one of the most important lessons I ever learned.

She was a strong woman....and then she just up and left her body one day.
I was out on the road...and it tortures me that she called my name and I wasn't there.