Joan (Schiavon) Huesca (1928 – 1987) Enrique Huesca (1909 – 2003) Mercedes (Formento) Huesca (1924 – 2004) Eduardo Huesca (1947 – ) Introduction: In the spring of 1978, my father, Gilbert Huesca, sent my mother, Joan Huesca, then 49, on a flight to Mexico City to visit his family while he stayed behind in California to … Continue reading "The Astor Fire, Part 2: Explosions"
Joan (Schiavon) Huesca (1928 – 1987) Gilbert Huesca (1915 – 2009) Enrique Huesca (1909 – 2003) Mercedes (Formento) Huesca (1924 – 2004) Eduardo Huesca (1947 – ) I, a North American, have always loved Mexico for her beauty, art, culture, and the friendliness of her people. I have loved Mexico, too, for she was the birthplace of my Husband, … Continue reading "The Astor Fire, Part 1: The Gift of Life"
Gilbert Cayetano Huesca (1915 – 2009) Joan Joyce (Schiavon) Huesca (1928 – 1987) Once my parents, Gilbert and Joan Huesca, realized that South San Francisco was not the warm and sunny place where they had dreamed of living, they began scouring the Bay Area for a place we could call home. Flickr Images, Courtesy Jitze … Continue reading "Finding A Home, Building a Legacy"
California Poppy, Flickr Photos, courtesy Brian Having packed our 1962 Ford Falcon station wagon to the hilt for the long drive to California, my father, Gilbert Cayetano Huesca, stopped one last time at my grandmother’s home so our family could give her one last goodbye kiss. She was 68 years old by then and had … Continue reading "Traveling Tuesday: California Here We Come"
When we moved from Mexico City to California in the spring of 1967, what I dreaded most was being far from our extended Huesca family. Cause for Celebration: Our family got together for holidays but also birthdays, anniversaries, and other special occasions, such as this one, taken between 1956 – 57. My mother wrote the names on … Continue reading "Sentimental Sunday: Family Treasures"
Gilbert Cayetano Huesca (1915 – 2009) Joan Joyce (Schiavon) Huesca (1928 – 1987) My parents, having decided that our family should leave the high altitude of Mexico City for the sake of my little sister’s health, now had a decision to make: Where should we go? Flickr Creative Commons, Photo by Laenulfean We had been living … Continue reading "Wisdom Wednesday: Crossroads"
November 22, 1965 Dear Joan, Received your letter and glad to hear from you and that you are all well. I am feeling pretty good myself at present. A week ago Gene Vallee* and I took Joe Hanlon** to South Bend to see a football game and that evening we all had … Continue reading "Wishful Wednesday: Did She Find Happiness?"
CC courtesy of Eva Luedin on Flickr Decisions to move are not made lightly, especially when a large family and a great distance is involved. My parents thought long and hard about leaving Chicago, where my mother had been born and lived all her life, and transplanting our roots to Mexico City in early … Continue reading "Traveling Tuesday: South of the Border Bound"
Bert the Turtle taught me and other children of the 1950s and 1960s how to protect ourselves in the event of a nuclear bomb. 1952, Creative Commons, originally published by the U.S. Government and Archer Productions. Though life on South Luella Avenue in the early 1960s was indeed full of innocence and bliss for the … Continue reading "Madness Monday: Cold War Mania"
I was just turning four years old in 1959, when our family moved to a two-flat brown brick home owned by my maternal grandparents at 7123 South Luella Avenue in Chicago. We moved into this home on Chicago’s South Side in 1959. This photo shows it as it looked a few years ago. My … Continue reading "Sentimental Sunday: Life on South Luella Avenue"