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Shalom San Miguel Jewish Community is pleased to welcome Rabbi Steve Finley from Mexico City for two interesting discussions, Friday, October 29, which will include dinner, and Saturday, October 30, which will include dessert. Both events are complimentary and all are welcome. Please contact me directly for reservations or additional information. Thank you. Eric Kaplan.
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My grandmother wore one of these full fox pelt wraps.
Imagine the effect that looking up at your grandmother and seeing a fox around her neck would have on an imaginative young child.
You were not sure if the fox, and I do believe it was foxes, were dead or not and that at any minute you would watch your grandmother die at the mouths and claws of these currently stilled creatures.
You would look away but then look back because you didn’t want to miss any of the struggle you knew your grandmother was about to face.
What kind of grandmother and I know mine was not alone, would deliberately wear fur in front of an impressionable child.
I do believe that PETA was formed by individuals who grandmother’s owned full fox pelt wraps.
You can imagine my terror in San Miguel when this woman walked by.
All those feelings about my grandmother and her death by tiny foxes surfaced again.
I was prepared to see the leopard come alive and eat this poor woman right in front of me in the Jardin.
I tried to look away but could not.
It was going to be Siegfried and Roy all over again.
I didn’t happen that day.
But I know in my heart that it will happen another day and now I am scared of the Jardin
Which of these two women would make good candidates for a gang or two?
This is when you are faced with a decision of which to follow with your camera.
If there is a camera attached to someone then you want to know what is going to capture their attention.
I do believe it might be the Parroquia.
Today I am in Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon)
Feast day May 23
Yes, there is a St. Julia and here is her story: St. Julia was born of noble parents in South Africa. When she was still quite young, her city was conquered by barbarians. Julia was captured and sold as a slave to a pagan merchant, but she did not complain or feel sorry for herself. She accepted everything, and performed the most humble tasks with wonderful cheerfulness. For Julia loved God with all her heart. In her spare time, she read holy books and prayed fervently.
One day her master decided to take her with him to France. On the way, he stopped at an island to go to a pagan festival. Julia refused to even go near the place where they were celebrating. She did not want to have anything to do with those superstitious ceremonies.
The governor of that region was very angry with her for not joining in the pagan feast. “Who is that woman who dares to insult our gods?” he cried. Julia’s owner answered that she was a Christian. He said, too, that although he had not been able to make her give up her religion, still she was such a good, faithful servant that he would not know what to do without her.
“I will give you four of my best women slaves for her,” offered the governor, but her master refused. “No,” he said, “All you own will not buy her. I would willingly lose the most valuable thing in the world rather than lose her.”
When the merchant was asleep, however, the wicked governor tried to make Julia sacrifice to the gods. He promised to have her set free if she would, but she absolutely refused. She said she was as free as she wanted to be as long as she could serve Jesus. Then the pagan ruler, in great anger, had her struck on the face and her hair torn from her head. She was next put on a cross to hang there until she died. Her feast day is May 23rd.
San Miguel has a local, living Saint too. Saint Donna lives in San Rafael.
She was born in Des Moines Iowa to a poor family. The poverty of her early life never stopped her from being kind to everyone around her.
She never quite understood the sneer attached to the term do gooder. She simply went through life helping everyone whether they needed or not.
When she came to San Miguel and saw so much need, she felt she had arrived. She has helped dogs, spanish speaking children learn english, unwed mothers, wed mothers, wet mothers, boring mothers. She has helped friends find art and Mexican Folk Art. She has painted sets and played the piano for those who have needs to perform.
She is truly a Saint.
Today I am in Hong Kong
I was in The Forbidden City in Beijing and found a sign that I do believe should be installed in San Miguel.
Much money has been spent on plastic surgery in San Miguel.
San Miguel is already a World Heritage Site.
So we need to prevent any scratching for the relics who have had plastic surgery in San Miguel.
When we are gone often citizens or the government or family members look for some way to remember the dearly departed.
Statues more often than not celebrate some long-lost hero.
Sometimes benches in parks are dedicated to lost loved one.
In San Miguel where the egos are as high as the mountains, few are willing to leave their remembrance to the living.
Many plan not only their funeral but their final memorial statue.
Still have Ignacio Allende
Today I am in Shanghai, China