I love the elderly.
From a very young age, I have been fond of the them. I have always felt at peace around them and my heart swells with respect and love for them, even when they are complete strangers. I guess I learned to love and respect them because I had amazing grandparents. I only have one grandmother still alive. She lives in El Salvador and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again. She has come to visit several times but she is always too stubborn to stay and is always eager to go back.
My grandfathers were both very talented men, one was a musician and tailor and the other was a shoemaker and carpenter. I remember when I was younger (5-8 yrs old ) I would watch my grandpa make shoes. He had his “shop” set up in the back of the house, the shoes he would make he would sell. I will never know to whom, I was too small to ask then and it’s too late to ask now, he passed away some years ago. I never got to see him. I try to live my life free of regrets but perhaps this is one of them, never going back to El Salvador to visit my grandparents.
I miss him terribly. He use to make me shoes. He made me a pair of white booties to go with my cheer leading outfit. I loved being a cheer-leader, I could twirl a baton like no one’s business. It was my favorite thing to do and I love the uniforms and booties had a small heels (super tiny ones you could barely see but they were heels to me). My mom didn’t want me to wear heels and I don’t blame her I was 5 but I begged my grandpa, papa Chepe my nickname for him, to make the booties with heels and he did, I was a happy camper! Here are some pictures of my cheer leading baton days unfortunately you cannot see the booties :(
sorry for the low quality, these photos are scanned…
Stay tuned for: Pieces of me
I wish I could erase (part III): A Boyscouts Story