On October 2, 1915, in Matanzas, Cuba, a beautiful blue-eyed girl was born, the third child of what would soon be a family of five children. Her parents named her Angela. When Angela was 21, she gave birth to a little girl she named Eloisa. Eloisa grew into a lovely young woman and had two sons of her own, Miguel and Hiram. When the boys were 7/8 yrs old, Eloisa moved them and her mother Angela to the United States. The boys grew up in northern New Jersey. On October 2, 1977, the two handsome young men married two special young ladies, Esther and Noemi. Hiram and Noemi had three children of their own. Well, this is where I come in. I happen to be one of those three children. So yes, this past Sunday, October 2nd, we celebrated my great grandmother's 96th birthday and my parents 34th wedding anniversary. Pretty special huh?
Here's a picture of my parents on their wedding day.
Wasn't she lovely? And that stud beside her...what a looker!
34 years later. Still going strong.
Three grown children
Six precious grandchildren
Congratulations Mom and Dad!
My little girl kissing her great great grandma
Here she is with all three of my children
Four generations of women, my great grandmother Angela, my grandmother Eloisa, myself and my daughter. (Technically, my daughter is fifth generation.)
My beautiful granny
A few of the great grandchildren and great great grandchildren
Yes, October 2nd is truly a special day.
