Patrimonio

When Oscar and Wilhelmina remark on how nice Mexicans are to their kids, Sean and I like to point out that this is because--let's face it--their children are cuter than anyone else's. 

Last week at the kids' school, we celebrated the Day of the Revolution. Let your mind drift to what you imagine or remember learning about Mexico, 1910...Porfirio Díaz is a dictator, the people call for change and Emiliano Zapata and Pancho Villa (and others) lead them in revolt.

Two Adelitas--female soldiers immortalized
in the "Adelita" folk song--do some 'splaining.

Oscar's pal Carlos chillaxin between battles. The little fires
around the school yard were meant to lend an intimate,
"rebel camp" feel to the event.

The train (seen behind the kids here)  is a big part of the
iconography of the Day of  the Revolution. Apparently
rebels often rode the rails to the front. I bet Porfirio
Díaz wished he hadn't built that darn railroad...

Lots of folk songs and dances celebrate La Revolución.

Oscar was Belisario Domingez, a senator.

Wilhelmina and Lore helped in the kitchen and took
advice about facial depilación.

Also for El Día de la Revolución, there was a big parade (yes, another one!) in the Centro. It was mostly school kids dressed up like heroes of the revolution. All of this ancestor-homage was reminding me of the Day of the Dead....

Senators, soldiers, and slogans.

Do not mess with these soldaderas.

Campesinos with machetes.

Wonderful paper-mache-headed guy.

A salute!

He might be on the wrong side of history,
but he's having fun.

Senators, soldiers, and senoritas.

These rebels came singing.

La policia made a (loud) appearance.

The train, along with some student nurses.

More nursing students, with some
very take-charge-looking ladies.

This canon boomed out pop music,
Gangnam  style.

I don't get the revolutionary connection, but it's pretty.

These cuties look very ready for change they can believe in.

This group enacted a battle every half-block
or so. One kid would set off a bunch of
firecrackers and the government soldiers would
go down. Rebels and bystanders would cheer. 

No clean-up for these horses. Good idea!

Más musicos.

More train, too.

A secondary theme of the Day of the Revolution parade was, apparently, physical fitness. Several schools showed off their moves.

Martial artists.

Martial Aztecs? (Or Olmecs, or Toltecs or...?)

Jump-ropers, followed by...

...pyramid-makers, followed by...

...American footballers.

Jugadores.

Girls, too.

These guys popped wheelies,
but cracked no smiles.

At the end of the week, we went to an incredible first-year birthday party for Jesusito. (He's the grandson of Doña Lesvia, the son of her son Rodolfo Jesus, who died just before Christmas last year, when Jesusito was 20 days old.) We wondered if first-birthday parties are always such a big deal, or if this party was especially grand because of the circumstances.

La entrada to the party.

The amazing cake.

This was a fun race. Everyone sang a song
about a worm and the kid-worms tried to
wiggle their way toward the finish line.
(Segmentation was a common problem.)

Another fun game.

Here's how people here have solved the age-old problem of turn-taking with piñatas: first, there's often more than one (everyone gets a chance) and second, they sing a song that delimits the whacking-time allowed each child. Wilhelmina typed the song out for me so we can use it at home:
Dale dale dale, no pierdas el tino,          [Give it, give it, give it--don't lose the knack!]
porque si lo pierdes,                               [Because if you lose it]
pierdes el camino,                                  [You will lose the path!]
ya le diste uno,                                       [You just gave it ONE]
ya le diste dos,                                       [You just gave it TWO]
ya le diste tres y su tiempo se acabó!     [You just gave it THREE...and now your time is through!]

Jesus liked to ride the piñatas. (There were
TEN piñatas at the fiesta!)

Oscar took his turn.

With his frosting mustache, his beautiful mama, his friends.

Though he died last year, Rodolfo de Jesus was surely present at his son's party. His in-laws (Gabby's parents) had left messages for him on posters on the walls. Here's what the posters said:

Thank you, little son-in-law
For leaving us this great treasure
And as you already know
Today he completes his first year....

Flaquito ["Skinny"--his nickname]
The piñatas are of characters that you liked the most
And the cake is your favorite, too
And everything is just as you like it, here in the grandparents' house...

Behind Gabby and Jesus, you can see the messages for
their beloved dead.