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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Dad’s Old Suitcase

My nuclear family—father, mother, little brother, and I—came to the U.S. from Cuba in 1961. We left behind what had been a pretty comfortable lifestyle—until the Castro takeover, that is. With communism we lost not just property, businesses, and that known and comfortable lifestyle. A greater loss was the loss of our inalienable rights—FREEDOM, FREEDOM OF SPEECH, FREEDOM TO CONGREGATE and so much more. So we came with nothing more than two duffle bags (they could hold more than suitcases) and started our lives over.

Starting over of course presented many challenges that were actually weathered quite well by my parents, so the transition for my little brother and me wasn’t as traumatic as one would expect.

One of those challenges was my father’s job. Where he had been a young, established professional with many friends and contacts that extended to the U.S., he now was a technician, an entry-level job in the industry where he had owned several businesses. We were thankful for the job, given to him by an industry associate who had become a good friend. And that is how/why we came to settle in Columbus, Ohio. He came to Columbus first, leaving the three of us in New York City—our point of entry into the U.S.—and he stayed in this gentleman’s and his wife’s house until he found “a place” at the YMCA. With the help of this couple and their friends our family was reunited in a tiny but new and cute apartment. This little girl remembers that the window sill of the large picture window was lined with African violets. To this day, I love African violets.

But I digress. The new job required that my father service the eastern part of Ohio, which meant overnight stays, and the need for a small suitcase. We came with duffle bags, remember?

So Mrs. Mooney, his boss’s wife, gave him one of her suitcases. To this day her initials survive.

In my recent post about our furniture rearranging (HERE) we’d moved my MIL’s writing desk to a spot in the great room~

but we needed something under the desk, and the suitcase, which I’ve carted around for many, many years, came to mind.

It was in such a sorry state…

Not so good a shape, huh?

So I turned to my ol’ reliables—first E6000 glue to try to salvage some of the cracked and dried leather that had come loose, then Rustic Touch, to revive the leather itself.

And I think you’ll agree that the results were amazing!

The strips of leather along the sides were hanging by barely a thread. Re-gluing at least salvaged the pieces that were still there.

So much better!

And now the suitcase is once again serving a purpose—as decoration in our home. I’m very happy about that! :)

We had the trunk in another room, but it found its way to fill the void under the table.

With Black Beauty nearby, our babies are playing near something that belonged to their great-grandfather! I like that—a lot.

BEFORE

AFTER

This little suitcase represents a lot of important things about our family: The courage to leave the known life for the unknown; the courage to seek freedom; the courage to start over, putting pride aside; the courage to maneuver through the challenges of learning a new language. It’s an important memento in our family.

Those weren’t unhappy times for our family; we were very grateful for the freedom, for the open arms with which we were welcomed and helped. And the story of the suitcase has a happy ending~~~my dad was able to buy the business from his friend and create success in his/our new country. Dad’s been gone many years now, but the business still remains in the family.

A bit more about our departure:

Did you see the Ben Affleck movie Argo? According to npr.org, “the movie sticks pretty close to what really happened during the Iranian Revolution. In 1980, a CIA agent named Tony Mendez sneaked into Iran and spirited away six American diplomats who were hiding with Canadians….Mendez and one of the American diplomats say those hours at the airport were plenty tense.”

Our family’s hours at the airport were plenty tense too. I can’t begin to imagine the stress my parents and the family members who were outside the glassed waiting area to see us off (hopefully) were under, because my parents were traveling with children—little children! Being the older of the two, they decided I would travel with my father, and my little brother with my mother, but via separate airlines, in an effort to disguise the fact that we were all leaving/escaping. Can you imagine keeping a 5-year-old from wanting to walk across the room to play with his sister or sit with his father?! We now have a 5-year-old grandbaby…I.can’t.imagine….

I think Ben Affleck needs to hear our story, don’t you? :)

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What family pieces are precious to you, and how do you use or display them? I’d love to read your stories.

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Thursday, May 24, 2012

In HONOR of Those Who Serve ~ A Memorial Day Tribute

On April 4, 2012 we lost one of our community’s own, according to The Columbus Dispatch obituary, “due to combat injuries sustained in Afghanistan. He was assigned to the 1st Battalion, 148th Infantry Regiment of the 37th Infantry Brigade Combat Team.” He was only 36 years old, and left behind a wife and two darling little girls, as well as his mother, father and step-mother, and a brother, among others.
He was buried in the cemetery near his home, and our son’s and DIL’s home, and when we learned of the opportunity to pay our respects, I, along with our son and DIL, and their three children (the youngest was born two days earlier), walked over to the cemetery.

We took the opportunity to teach them about the flag and love of country, (though the lesson of the correct hand was yet to be learned).

Interesting fact: Though often referred to as a 21-gun salute, according to various sources, at a military funeral the three rifle volleys are not considered a salute.

From http://usmilitary.about.com/od/theorderlyroom/f/funeralhonors.htm: At military funerals, one often sees three volleys of shots fired in honor of the deceased veteran. This is often mistaken by the laymen as a 21-gun salute, although it is entirely different (in the military, a "gun" is a large-calibered weapon. The three volleys are fired from "rifles," not "guns." Therefore, the three volleys isn't any kind of "gun salute," at all)…[It is] simply three rifle volleys fired. The firing team can consist of any number, but one usually sees a team of eight, with a noncommissioned officer in charge of the firing detail. Whether the team consists of three or eight, or ten, each member fires three times (three volleys).
The three volleys comes from an old battlefield custom. The two warring sides would cease hostilities to clear their dead from the battlefield, and the firing of three volleys meant that the dead had been properly cared for and the side was ready to resume the battle.
The flag detail often slips three shell-casings into the folded flag before presenting the flag to the family. Each casing represents one volley.

The Riderless Horse

One of the oldest and most evocative of military traditions in a full honor funeral is that of the riderless, caparisoned horse. The horse is led behind the caisson wearing an empty saddle with the riders boots reversed in the stirrups. This indicates the warrior will never ride again. Tradition allows a caparisoned horse to follow the casket at any Army or Marine Corps commissioned officer in the rank colonel or above. Presidents of our nation, as Commander in Chief, are accorded the same honor. From: http://www.army.mil/info/organization/unitsandcommands/commandstructure/theoldguard/specplt/caisson.htm

We bow our heads to thank all who serve and have served, and those who have paid the ultimate price for the

FREEDOM

we enjoy in this wonderful country of ours and that at times we take for granted.

{The mere fact that we can freely and without fear attend this funeral —and that I can create this post—is testament to OUR FREEDOM…FREEDOM that so many in the world, including those in Cuba, the country my family fled in 1961, do not have.}

God Bless America

I will be presenting this post at the following blogs this week to HONOR THOSE WHO SERVE: