Doña América and other memories.
I know she has already been mentioned somewhen along this line of sometimes unhinged memories as they relate to moments of my life , but yesterday she came up again in conversation. Why? I don’t really know… all I remember is that, suddenly, there she was… in my mind almost like in the flesh. All 5 feet 3-4 inches of her immense presence; in her starched white blouse and long skirt. Her round - appropriately named - granny glasses framing eyes which, after almost seven decades lived, were still shining in anticipation of things to come, knowledge to pass on, dreams to live and make into a reality. A mind which had learned to live every minute, every moment of a well spent life. Even those moments which to some of us lesser mortals might consider very difficult or to be of little or no relevance. She was a family friend and my first and only childhood English tutor. In other writings, her English skills and ability to pass them on were highlighted. But, what is it that brought...