One of the things I’ve enjoyed the most at family gatherings through the years are the stories. You can’t have a group of Cubans togtether in one place and not be transported somehow back to the island via some precious family telling or retelling of one of those many days that still lives vividly in memory.
It wont matter whether you’re in Miami or Michigan, at one point or another, before Thanksgiving dinner or some other holiday celebration, someone, one of your uncles or aunts or grandparents, will always chime in with a “Remember the time we were on our way to la playa de Guardalabaca and we had spent the entire night making bistecs empanizados and your uncle Pepe left them at the house? I was so hungry I almost ate dirt that day.”
My family has millions of them. I love to hear them, too. Escapades of youth in a more simple time, when Cuba was – as the old folks always say during these family gatherings – really Cuba.
For Cuba Nostalgia Im hoping to be able to post a few of these stories, not just mine, but from some of you Babalu readers as well. So, consider this a call for submissions. I’d love to hear some of your precious family stories. Share with us some of those anecdotes that you’ve heard oh so many times in your life. They dont need to be written perfectly or be too long. They can be posted anonimously if you prefer. I can edit them for clarity and structure if you wish.
The point is simply to share your story. To post it here at Babalu during the Cuba Nostalgia convention and have others live a little slice of your life. If you’ve been reading about the convention and wont be able to attend, here’s your chance to participate.
So go ahead and pick up the phone and call your Tia Fefa or your Tio Pepe or your favorite family storyteller and have them relive that one day where your sister pushed your cousin off a roof and he landed on your grandmother’s bed of roses with you over the phone.
Come on, don’t be shy, tell
me us a story.