|Rosemary, Hotel El Balam, Mérida, 7 March 2018|
I was born in Buenos Aires in 1942 and my life until 1954 involved my mother, father, grandmother, the family on my mother’s side and that on my father’s.
All that changed when my mother, my grandmother and I moved to Mexico City.
From that date I lived in Mexico City, Nueva Rosita, Coahuila and went to school at a Catholic boarding school in Austin. From there I was for a while with my mother in Veracruz. In 1964 I left for to Buenos Aires for my obligatory military service in the Argentine Navy.
That 1964 Buenos Aires was a tad different from the one I had left in 1954. I was able to locate my father so that was comforting. In 1967 I returned to Veracruz and that year I met Rosemary Healey and married her.
It is at that point that my life stopped being linear and predictable. Mexico for me now was not only my mother and my grandmother but also a Mexico with the presence of Rosemary. We visited my mother in Veracruz. Veracruz now had to include my Rosemary. I had gone to Guanajuato in 1962 on a Mexico City College tour. Now Guanajuato had to include Rosemary. Many years later the hotel in Guanajuato, the Castillo de Santa Cecilia, that my mother had told me about in 1953 when she made an exploratory trip to Mexico from Buenos Aires, became a different reality. Rosemary, our granddaughter Rebecca and I stayed at that hotel. We mingled with the ghost of my mother.
Until I took Rosemary to Argentina and Buenos Aires in 2004 my Buenos Aires, its music and memories (and lots of nostalgia) of a couple of ex-girlfriends excluded Rosemary. Then we returned a few times more. Once in Buenos Aires with Rosemary the ghosts of my past mingled with new and very pleasant realities.
We made trips to Mérida and Michoacán in Mexico and traveled to New York City for a visit to the Met’s Michelangelo show. In 2019 we finally went to a place that I had never gone before on my own. We went to Venice and Florence.
I am so glad we did that traveling together before Rosemary died on December 9.
Still important in my memory is that my Texas-in-Austin-life of the late 50s directly connected with Rosemary when with our two granddaughters we traveled in our Malibu to Texas in 2011. It was then that Rosemary met my mentor Brother Edwin Reggio, C.S.C.
|Taos, New Mexico 2011 and our Malibu|
Now in the solitude of living with two cats in my Kits home I think of stuff like this one of linearity. It keeps my mind occupied and that may be a good thing.