Hola a toda la comunidad de Hive, en especial a #hive-192096
Hoy les quiero presentar una foto que me trae bonitos recuerdos, la cual es mi entrada al Concurso TBT una foto una historia un día de esos organizada por @lanzjoseg la cual considero genial. Es de aquellas que no me canso de mirar. Fue el día de la boda de mis padres por la iglesia: 22 de febrero, aunque no recuerdo el año.
Está es la foto.
Mi mamá con su traje amarillo rodeada de sus cuatro hijos: Yunier (42), Yoselyn (39), Jesica (30) y Jenifer (30) en la entrada de nuestra casa del Roble, en Santa Fe (La Habana, Cuba). (La enumeración que les agregó es la edad actual de cada uno). Todos tan diferentes y únicos para nuestra mamita.
Recuerdo el ajetreo de todos pues mi tío Bernardo oyó un ruido en el patio, se asomó y encontró un periquito azul oscuro en la mata de chirimoya (Por cierto: ¿han probado está fruta?, es deliciosa y dulce). Fue la sensación del momento. Tanto fue así que lo nombramos como la mata: Chirimoyo. Jajajaja. Encontrarlo fue algo mágico.
Se que tanto mi jimagua como yo ibamos de un lado a otro correteando a nuestro aire mientras los mayores conversaban y bailaban.
Hoy veo las copas en la vidriara y me recuerda a ese día ya que mi hermana “Yosy”, como le decimos cariñosamente: fue la que se encargó de la decoración y del postre, que quedó espectacular ya que vinculó el pastel con las copas de una manera fenomenal.
Lo único malo es que no vamos a poder tener más otra fotografía de todos los hermanos juntos a nuestra mamita ya que nuestro “tato”, que es como le decíamos en la infancia a Yunier, lamentablemente se quito la vida el pasado 9 de junio. La última fue en el 2019, la última visita de Yosy a Cuba.
Bueno, volviendo al tema, el traje de mi mamá lo usó solo ese día. Lo guardó como una reliquia en su closet hasta que le llegó la reunificación en el 2022 y se lo regaló a una gran amiga.
Hasta aquí esta breve recuerdo de hace unos años, quizas del 2004 o 2005. Es tan bonito este tipo de iniciativas ya que contar sobre las fotografías es una manera de hacer recordar a la mente momentos felices o tristes. A veces se olvidan pero las fotos son la memoria que refresca las mentes y vuelven a hacer sentir lo que hay detrás de esas fotografías del pasado….Saludos a todos.
Gracias por pasar. Los veo pronto. Felices fiestas navideñas a tod@s......
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Hello to the entire Hive community, especially #hive-192096
Today I want to share a photo that brings back fond memories, which is my entry for the [TBT Contest: A Photo, A Story, A Day Like That](https://ecency.com/hive -192096/@lanzjoseg/concurso-tbt-una-foto-una-historia-un-dia-de-esos-t72zco) organised by @lanzjoseg, which I think is great. It's one of those photos I never tire of looking at. It was my parents' wedding day at church: 22 February, although I don't remember the year.
This is the photo.
My mum in her yellow dress surrounded by her four children: Yunier (42), Yoselyn (39), Jesica (30) and Jenifer (30) at the entrance to our house in Roble, Santa Fe (Havana, Cuba). (The numbers I've added are their current ages). All so different and unique to our mum.
I remember everyone rushing around because my uncle Bernardo heard a noise in the yard, looked out and found a dark blue parakeet in the cherimoya tree (by the way, have you tried this fruit? It's delicious and sweet). It was the sensation of the moment. So much so that we named it after the tree: Chirimoyo. Hahaha. Finding it was magical.
I know that both my jimagua and I were running around doing our own thing while the adults talked and danced.
Today, I see the glasses in the display case and it reminds me of that day, as my sister "Yosy", as we affectionately call her, was in charge of the decorations and the dessert, which turned out spectacularly as she combined the cake with the glasses in a phenomenal way.
The only downside is that we will never have another photograph of all the siblings together with our mum, as our "tato", which is what we called Yunier when we were children, sadly took his own life on 9 June. The last one was in 2019, during Yosy's last visit to Cuba.
Well, back to the subject at hand, my mum only wore that outfit that one day. She kept it as a relic in her wardrobe until the day of reunification in 2022, when she gave it to a great friend.
So much for this brief memory from a few years ago, perhaps 2004 or 2005. Initiatives like this are so nice because talking about photographs is a way to remind the mind of happy or sad moments. Sometimes they are forgotten, but photos are the memory that refreshes the mind and makes us feel again what is behind those photographs of the past...
Today, I see the glasses in the display case and it reminds me of that day, as my sister "Yosy", as we affectionately call her, was in charge of the decorations and the dessert, which turned out spectacularly as she combined the cake with the glasses in a phenomenal way.
The only downside is that we will never have another photograph of all the siblings together with our mum, as our "tato", which is what we called Yunier when we were children, sadly took his own life on 9 June. The last one was in 2019, during Yosy's last visit to Cuba.
Well, back to the subject at hand, my mum only wore that outfit that one day. She kept it as a relic in her wardrobe until the day of reunification in 2022, when she gave it to a great friend.
So much for this brief memory from a few years ago, perhaps 2004 or 2005. Initiatives like this are so nice because talking about photographs is a way to remind the mind of happy or sad moments. Sometimes they are forgotten, but photos are the memory that refreshes the mind and makes us feel again what is behind those photographs of the past...
Greetings to all.
Thank you for stopping by. See you soon. Happy holidays to everyone...
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