80 Years Late
Added 2021-07-04 02:07:57 +0000 UTCI spent part of my afternoon looking through historical photos of Taos, New Mexico. I was primarily intrigued by those of the fiestas.
Fiestas are an annual event to celebrate the patron saint of a village. The practice goes all the way back to Spain.
As a perused the photos I could find online, I was struck with longing. I tried to see familiarity within the faces. Knowing that my ancestors could have been in the crowds. The people are smiling, the ladies are dancing, little girls wait in their prettiest traditional clothes for their turn to take the stage, and do their dances. I could hear the fiddles and the music. The same folk songs that I must have heard a hundred times.
I wanted to be there, wanted to join the party. So I put on my ribbon skirt, my lace top, and my shawl. I combed my hair and tied it in a bun, just like my Abuelita (grandma) Eutilia used to wear hers.
