This was a post from my old site called Dementia Dogs and later, My Dog has Dementia from April 1, 2017

Being a dog lover like I am, I knew there would come a time. I just didn’t know when.

As it happened, about eight months after I’d lost my faithful companion, another dog came into my life. It had been a fluke really, which is often times the way it works.  A friend’s daughter had a dog which accidentally had gotten pregnant. And she’d had four puppies.

Something tugged at me in my heart. I’d seen their little guinea pig like bodies in a small curled up pile on a blanket on Facebook. There’d been three striped ones and a light colored one. My eyes had locked-on to that lighter one and I immediately – even without thought – sent a message that I’d like to adopt that puppy.

I’d been elated when my request had been answered: “It’s yours.”

I waited for what seemed like forever but had appreciated that the owner of the mother hadn’t wanted to give away the puppies until they had been weaned from their mother. I’d been impatient though the owner had let me come and see the puppy a couple of times.

Finally, it was time to pick her up and bring her home!

She’s been a blessing to our family. She didn’t replace my baby, Cinder, but she brought her own sunshine to the home!

Her playfulness, watching her grow into her face and body from a lump of fluff, and her loving personality just makes me grateful, daily, that she is with our family!

Thing is, it took awhile to grieve my dog, Cindy. And I allowed it because I wasn’t trying to “replace” Cindy at all.  But it was time, the opportunity appeared, and I took it! I’m so thankful I did!

There may come a time after you lose your pet when you feel a tug to get another pet. There are so many who need forever homes and love! When you are ready, I hope you can fill your life and another pet’s life with that wonderful light that pets bring!

A retro article from: November 23, 2015

Times have really changed since the days of my own youth. When I consider my own rebellion against my parents, I remember staying out a half an hour beyond my curfew or not answering my page in five minutes. My mother had been a stickler for the rules and for checking-in. At the time, I’m sure I had resented it but much later in life, I’d seen that Mama had simply wanted to be sure I had been safe.

Mama had done the same with all of my siblings; granted the girls a bit more so than the boys. But my brothers often complained about Mama’s grilling of them as well. Mama had many reasons for the way she’d treated us as young people. She had wanted us to be safe of course but also, she’d wanted us to be responsible. We’d been representative of her family and she wanted us to act in public with pride and respect. And she’d wanted us to know that she had eyes everywhere so if we acted inappropriately, she’d know.

It hadn’t been about Mama per say, it had been about us… about family and the family name. Times, today, seem different. We had been required to actually call Mama – so she could hear the background noise I’m sure. Today, people text and there isn’t any background noise in a text.

In public, people walk in front of you in the store without so much as an “excuse me;” showing that respect is all but dead. It’s as if people don’t have respect for even themselves let alone others as illustrated by the simple things they do in public.

Today, too, people seem to be out for their five minutes of fame; no matter how outrageous or vicious. Today, it seems to be all about one person and not the world. And while times do change, I think that people today are missing a very important point.

Times today are moving so fast. Things change so quickly; what’s popular today is passé tomorrow. But you know, there is something that isn’t so rapidly changing… isn’t so about personal appearance… isn’t all about fame and popularity… isn’t about violence or exaggeration. It is, however, about comradery, about being supported, about roots and inner strength, about acceptance and having someone watching your back and caring. It’s about having a foundation, about always having somewhere to go when the world gets crazy. It’s about knowing you can count on people when the world tosses you aside.

It’s called family. And it’s not flashy. It may not make you famous. It might not like what you do but will always love who you are. Even if there is no one there in person, your family’s strengths pulse through your veins at every moment so you know you can get through anything with generations behind you!

So often, we take family for granted, gripe about them, have our opinions about our family members, and so forth. But the thing is, family is the entity which keeps you grounded when the world starts spinning too fast. And instead of taking them for granted, we should appreciate them with our whole hearts!

January: Time of the Year for Adapting to Change

I can’t believe that we are already two weeks into the new year of 2022. Christmas has come and gone… though doing my Christmas tree is still up and I just can’t seem to get myself to take it down.

In my family, we had always celebrated the Christmas season thru Jan 6^th … with the feast of the Epiphany. One of my all-time favorite memories had been the whole family going to church and seeing the Nativity scene and hearing the sound of beautiful Christmas hymns. And with every holiday memory comes the default image of my dear mother, Flora.

Sometimes, the holidays are still hard even though my mother has been gone for many years. So when I look back on how “weird” 2021 was and saw many people lose loved ones. I felt so sad for their losses and read many beautiful sentimental thoughts from a wide range of people who took the time to send the comforting words.

And I consider how significant that gesture really is.

When I think about how the world is today … and recall Mama, even way back when, asking What is going on in the world? … with what seems to be a staunch lack of compassion for humanity – for each other, animals and the Earth … and seemingly unending chaos …

Those kind gestures shared show that the world does still care. It also shows a time when family … no matter what that concept is built of … needs to find ways to come together and help each other and keep that bond strong because too soon, it can become a memory.

In the old family days, we’d share a meal, attend church together, or maybe have a night of song! My Mama’s siblings would come to our house and they’d share homemade cinnamon and sugar cookies with a hot cup of cocoa or coffee!

I have come to realize over the decades that things change … siblings marry and have their own traditions … members pass … with technology, what was once a phone call may now be a welcomed text! Yet I still really enjoy the memories!

Sometimes, I come up with something creative to do with my family … things that don’t require apps!!

We may have a pizza night or play a board game … but the key is being present. I think the biggest challenge for me is tearing myself away from social media on my phone. But that’s the point … being present with those who are actually in my home!

Okay, so I’m a work in progress! Wish me luck!!

As I mentioned, January is the month of new beginning and new challenges.

Yes, we are constantly looking for ways to grow … whether it be that membership to the health club, being more spiritual or just taking time to literally stop and smell the roses.

The key takeaway from this post: Let your family shine and look for ways to connect. Make new memories and build new traditions.

Please feel free to share what you are inspired to do in 2022 on the Facebook page!

Good morning family and friend!

I couldn’t have asked for a more memorable day to mark the first blog post for the revived Flora’s Legacy website!

Today, January 7^th, marks 66 years since my parents had been engaged in the sacrament of holy matrimony.

I still can remember some of the stories I’d heard about the event from people who’d been there. Some had described it as the party-of-the-year at the time!

Back then, 1956, had been a different time … from what I’d imagined, the world had been smaller and warmer … all the way around.

And that year had begun with a milestone that had marked the beginning of our family as we know it today!

They had been married on that early Saturday morning at Our Lady of Mt Carmel Church in a part of town known as the Grove, by a Jesuit priest in front of many of their family and friends.

Historically, a number of generations had family members who’d married in the same, once thriving parish of immigrants. So many people from Pueblo likely had roots in that parish. And while Our Lady of Mt Carmel is still going strong in 2022, a vast number of families and traditional have come and gone from the community.

Still, the memories I have of the images of that beautiful day in 1956 keep the significance of that piece of our family history vivacoius in my mind!

Like, I can hear my prima, Teresa, who’d been the flower girl at the ceremony, tell me that she’d thought she’d been getting married to the ring bearer, my Mama’s nephew, Ernie! I’d heard about my Mama’s beautiful ivory satin gown and about how Daddy had been so distinguished looking, with his dark wavy hair. Daddy had been the last bachelor in his family at the time so his relatives had been excited to know that he’d been getting married to a good Catholic girl.

I’d also remembered over the years growing up in the household that Mama had often said how lovely Daddy’s hair had been and Daddy had often said how he’d always known Mama had been the girl for him!

One of my favorite stories had been how Mama had shared that she’d had to go on a hot dog diet to fit into the wedding dress. A HOT DOG diet! Can you image how THAT would go over on the diet scene today! Wow!

Following the mass and the ceremony, the wedding party and a few close family member had gathered at my grandma Sofia’s small home. There, they’d shared a homemade breakfast around the dining room table … the same table I would have all of my thanksgivings and family gatherings at. What a sweet memory!

On that nostalgic day in 1956, my parents had gone to get pictures taken at a professional photography studio and then had attended the reception. They would spend their honeymoon at the elite, exquisite town hotel, The Vail … the place movie stars, dignitaries, and other highfalutins would stay when in town.

And, at the end of day, Mama had left her childhood home to be the wife of Paul Ramirez Rodriguez.

So when I look back in this date … January 7^th … it is a reminder of the inauguration and inspiration of two people who loved each other … God … their faith … and begin the journey to spring the family of which their legacy continues on today!

This day … January 7^th … so fitting that this day marks the first blog post for the revived website! This is my sacred holy day to those people like my family … my legacy … my faith … my traditions. Like the Phoenix rises from the ashes and Flora’s Legacy rose up from a hiatus … continuing to believe in and remember our ancestors, their stories will arise again through us.