We always have an altar that we decorate with pictures, mementos, candles and flowers, usually marigolds. This year we are celebrating Day of the Dead at my sister's new apartment. But that did not stop Chris and me from decorating our fireplace mantel with skeletons, a sugar skull, photos, battery operated candles, a cross and a pair of very fragile Donas del Muerte made of ceramic and prone to breaking at the joints. It's a job keeping those two beauties glued at the wrist, elbow, and shoulder.
My family celebrates November 2, as Day of the Dead. On this day we eat molé and sugar cookies in the shape of skulls, bring pictures of deceased loved ones, and share anecdotes about those who have passed on. We always have an altar that we decorate with pictures, mementos, candles and flowers, usually marigolds. This year we are celebrating Day of the Dead at my sister's new apartment. But that did not stop Chris and me from decorating our fireplace mantel with skeletons, a sugar skull, photos, battery operated candles, a cross and a pair of very fragile Donas del Muerte made of ceramic and prone to breaking at the joints. It's a job keeping those two beauties glued at the wrist, elbow, and shoulder. Tonight I'm bringing a photo of my second cousin, Elvira. Quite appropriate, wouldn't you say? A beautiful woman, but not in the eerie sense like the Halloweenesque, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. My cousin was the Mistress of Glam, as you can tell. In life she was always dressed to the nines. I never saw her without high heels. To me, she and her sister, Julieta, were the most glamorous women in the world. Somebody always jokes about being put up on the altar. Someday. It happens to all of us, just not this year. I have had my brush with death and can count my lucky stars that I am not up on the altar, just yet. This is a season to remember friends and family who have passed on to the someplace-else. Thank goodness they left us with strong memories so that we can have something good to talk about on this day.
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Rene
11/2/2016 09:30:26 pm
These are beautiful momentos, thanks for sharing! Xo
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Yolanda Martinez
11/7/2016 11:08:29 pm
This brings back memories of going to Mom n Dads with you and Chris on this special day! Mother was so involved with every photo that was placed, every candle that was lit and every story that was told. I miss her and Marty so very much; their spirits soar in love and freedom. I thank you Vic for introducing me to this lovely tradition!!
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