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Saturday, February 09, 2008


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mari, what a beautiful post....
we had a friend lose everything in a fire recently. i had just been to her home for a holiday gathering--it was such a beautiful old chicago graystone--the owner had even told me about all his hard work on the restoration. so the news of the fire and complete loss was heartbreaking and i was glad no one was hurt, but i know my friend has been working through those feelings and i've found it hard to offer the right words of consolation. i think i will be sharing your story with her.

It's true what you sat that photos are truly worth a thousand words... I'm actually doing a lot of reading about photovoice as method of community activism. I'm considering revolving my thesis project around teenage drop outs and their perception of the school system using this method. Hoepfully, it should prove interesting.

Reading your post triggered several childhood memories. One of which involves me dropping a Coca-Cola bottle (Coca-Cola Mexicana), it hitting the sidewalk, and slicing the front of my shin. That makes us comadres at the very least! :-)

Miss Mari thank you for sharing...again your post is very beautiful and touching. It must have been very difficult losing everything to the fire.

I listened to a program yesterday titled the Art of the American Snapshot. I couldn't help but think what a pity it is the printed snapshot is a thing of the past - with Flickr and the fact that most of us never make the time to print our digital photos. (here's the link to the show:

Te mando un abrazo cibernetico.

I always freeze up a little bit when people ask me open-ended questions about my childhood. It just seems like such a huge question, that I'm often daunted by the prospect of story-telling.

I like this post for so many reasons. And I wonder if there are other things, things you might not even think about consciously, that might trigger memories. Your descriptions of your scars make me wonder if the actual memories are as important as the relationships with familia or friends that form their threads. Thanks for sharing.

I think I stopped really comprehending this post after I read about the fire. I just can't figure how that would affect my family or how I would feel if I couldn't remember my childhood pre-age 14.

Beautiful post. It's the good kind that gets me really thinking about things I take for granted. Gracias, Mari.

"But I want to remember. ~ you can't appreciate that until you lose your photos, or your memories, or the value someone else never really placed on them anyway. That's why photos, and memories, are so important to me."

This is such a beautiful post, Mari. As you know, my family and I survived a fire too - when I was 13. I remember my papi going to work the next day at the Port of Houston ~ como si nada paso ~ well, because he needed to work now more than ever. And, mi mami, she remained brave ~ only breaking down when she came across the smoke and water-damaged photos of her ten children at different stages of their lives. Photos are extremely important to me too ~ and I know this is why. Your identity *is* true to your real self. Everything that you are ~ caring, intelligent, a fighter ~ stems from those days in the barrio, from you coming out of that fire, from you living and loving to the fullest ~ with or without photos to remind you of this...

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