Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Look Back


May 27, 2015
Part of the 5th grade curriculum, at least in California includes learning about our states and Presidents. 
Her class has also been  taught, this year, to use technology for their reports.
  Abraham Lincoln came to life for her with a series of "slides" containing her facts and pictures.
She then presented her report to the class.
  The same thing has been done for the first part of her New York state report. 
The second portion consists of another sort of visual presentation to their class as well as other students...
 
 
   I must say that I am pleased with it all. 
Sharing things that are associated with her state from the state flower...to farming...to a photo of the ship on which her great, great grandparents arrived at Ellis Island on.
And we had everything in the box...including the box.
No glue, poster board or frazzled nerves this year
Learning to speak in front of people has always been my downfall and while SPF may not adore doing it, she does not break out in hives like her Mommy.

May 26, 2014
I was reminded recently that one of our local high school bands performs on Memorial Day at a cemetery in town. 
  Such a wonderful tribute to our soldiers and a great lesson to our young people.
 
May 26, 2013
The days when attending Festas was simply to watch and enjoy
What a difference 3 years makes!
 
May 26, 2012
And what a difference 4 years makes! 
Add twin boys to this happy union.
They are BUSY!
Boys AND parents.
 
May 26, 2011
Love is truly in the small things.
I was blessed again this year.
 
 
May 26, 2010
I think I need to make this into a sign.
 
May 29, 2009
This post makes me tired.
It also makes me nostalgic.
 
Happy Thursday!
 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Tipton Festa

I woke up Sunday morning with a tummy full of nerves. 
 I felt them making their presence known as I was loading the Festa paraphernalia into the truck with Chris on Saturday night. 
As far as preparing for the Festa, I am now organized and in control.
As far as getting the three girls dressed and ready for the parade, I am getting better.
 Keeping them fed, hydrated and happy is pretty good as well.. 
 Why was I nervous, then?
Everything was ready...
the weather was perfect...
SPF was excited.
I posed that question to LPP and she said, "You KNOW why you're nervous."
A simple statement of fact.
And I did know.
 
 
I know that this Festa means the most to my husband.
I know that the history of his life is here.
I know that making a good impression to those friends and family means a lot.
Would they see in our daughter the same honor that we see oozing from her every pore for her grandparents?
She accepted being queen with their memories on her heart and pride for her heritage.
I hoped that would be seen and appreciated.
 
 
My nephew was the outgoing President of Tipton's Portuguese Society that puts on the Festa.
His wife and babies were involved.
Other nephews and a brother in law were included in the festivities.
One sister in law decorated the outdoor areas beautifully.
See what I mean about family involvement and the strong ties to this Festa?

 

 And while this town is small, its Portuguese involvement is still huge. 
 It is by no means the largest Festa, but it is certainly not the smallest. 
The people behind the scenes are masters at what they do.
It is, and as far back as I can remember, run like a well oiled machine.
The band that plays both the American and Portuguese National Anthems are well rehearsed and strong.
They carry that professionalism on throughout the day. 
The parade begins on time and runs smoothly.





 

While not lined with people, there are considerable numbers of spectators.

Watching LPP and her cousin greet each other after a year at college, warms my heart. 


And my hubby must have been making a riveting statement to be filmed. 
Wonder what his wise words were?
The church and hall are across the street from each other, so this parade makes a two block detour,
 

As the parade arrives at the church, the participants line a path for the outgoing Queen as well as the incoming queen who both march at the end of line as do their parents.



 
 

The lady marching on the right was Chris' 4th grade teacher.
 
The incoming Senior Queen
 and her family have been dear friends for years with hubby's family.
The outgoing Senior Queen carries the crown like this from the hall. 
 It is exchanged before entering the church and the new Queen will return it upon her head after Mass.
This particular queen is following in her grandmother's footsteps.
Aunts and cousins as well.
The tradition is strong.
And wonderful.
 







 

The parade back to the church is shortened by a block and is led by the outgoing Queen who is now is done with her reign that began a year ago.
At the hall, queens line the path to the chapel at the hall to welcome the new court.


 


 
 
A quick change of clothes and these girls are ready to sample the sopas.
But since the best local ice cream truck is in attendance, chocolate yumminess was the appetizer.
 

 The recipe has changed a bit since my father in law made the sopas, but I still tasted a hint of cloves or allspice...maybe both.
Seconds were had.

Looking back on Sunday, I realize that I worried for naught.
I know without a doubt that the grandfather whom SPF never met and the grandmother she lost too soon, were right there...beaming.
They saw her heart.
And her love and pride. 
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And this man and his lovely wife.
SPF's Godfather.
He was there because of her heart.
Her heart that bursts with love. 
 
 

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Fun Stuff



I love when a friend,
who has the perfect spot to see my girl perform her band solo,
 snaps a picture and sends it to me.
I also love the fact that this solo was my favorite hymn.
Tradition at our school is the annual band trip the day after the band concert.
Six Flags Magic Mountain.
When Chris and LPP were in the band, there was another couple with whom we would take turns riding the bus down and acting as chaperones.
This band is made up of 4th-8th graders and as a parent of a younger child, the ride home can seem endlessly long and loud.
Since LPP is home for the summer, I asked if she'd like to drive in our quiet car and come with me. SPF would ride the bus down and we'd bring her home with us.
She agreed and off we went.
SPF had never been before, because I didn't let her go last year.
Mean mom that I am.
Anyway, much of Magic Mountain is geared toward bigger kids.
They have some wild roller coasters and while SPF says she likes them, she is not entirely convinced on all of them.
She does, however, adore spinning circle rides.
 Even the swings nearly make me nauseous watching them go around.
And around.
And around.








Studying the map of the New Colossus, convinced SPF and her friend that maybe this was not the ride for them. 
They waited for us at the exit gate and I must say they made a smart choice.
It was fantastic and scary!


The day was perfect and for some reason, there was no crowd at all. 
There were some school groups, but nothing like I've seen in the past.
Many rides had  no people in line.
It was great!
 
There were a couple coasters that SPF didn't care for, but all in all, she was a trooper and has fun.

LPP went on one last roller coaster ride with old friends while SPF went on yet another spinny thing and I got to spend the day with two of my favorite people.


 
And to cap off a great day, we got in our car...not the school bus....and had dinner together, which SPF deemed the best thing she has ever eaten.
Crab and Mac & Cheese Enchiladas.




















Fun Stuff!