Covid has messed stuff up for everyone, and the holidays, especially in 2020 and 2021, were a really rough period for people. We lost my buddy Richard in 2020 and Ruben’s dad in 2021. A lot of other friends and family also passed away these past few years. When Christmas came around last month, however, things were looking better, and I was determined to make this holiday season a more enjoyable experience for me and Ruben. And indeed, it turned out to be a much more pleasant holiday than the last few have been.
My favorite Christmas song…
Thanksgiving turned out well. Ruben and I took his mom with us to have dinner at his brother Robert’s house. The occasion put us in the mood to start decorating the house for the Christmas season. I got the outside lights up the first weekend in December and Ruben started working on setting up the tree at that point too. It felt good to have this stuff done and out of the way. We kept the both the tree and the outside lights up through early January.
Ruben and I spent Christmas eve at home together. He made us a big stuffed baked chicken. It was delicious. The following day, we drove to my sister Irene’s house to pick up a dozen tamales and some gifts (socks etc.) she had for us. We then drove over to my other sister Becky’s house and dropped off some tamales for her. From there we went to Ruben’s mom’s house. We shared the tamales with her and Ruben’s brother Jerry and his partner Petra. Here’s a photo of Ruben’s mom with her two sons, and Petra. It’s been two years since Mr. Jimenez passed away, and we all miss him terribly, especially during the holidays. Mrs. Jimenez is 91, but active and as sharp as can be.
Petra, Mrs Jimenez, Ruben and Jerry.
It took me a few hours to get the outside lights up. The older I get, the more difficult this task becomes.
It’s a good thing I had extra strings of lights on hand. Several strands were burned out and needed replacement this year.
Getting the lights up above the awning is always a difficult task. The awning sticks out at least 3 to 4 feet, making it difficult to hang the ligths.,
We bought some new decorations this year, including the lit up Santa that’s in this photo. Ace Hardware on 22nd St had an amazing selection of holiday decorations.
Ruben and I have had this little Christmas village since 1993, our first Christmas together. Friends of his went to Germany this past year and found more little people for us to add to the village. They were the perfcet size.
The statue of the holy family on the left and the little snowman were more new items that we purchased this year. The statue is quite heavy..
Tamales and menudo, gifts from my sister Irene. An annual tradition during the holidays.
This year, I decided to send Christmas cards to my friends and family. I hadn’t done it in years, but just felt like it this year. Below are a sampling of cards Ruben and I received this year.
From Fran Gordon
From Albert and Sarah Elias
From Doreen Simonsen
My good friend Doreen’s annual Christmas letter. We met when I worked at the Undergraduate Library at the University of Michigan. She was a student intern. She’s been sending these to me since the early 90’s, and I still have all of them too!
From Emily Elias
From Shelly Black
From Carla Stoffle, my old boss at the UA Library.
From my sister Irene and her husband Phil. Irene sends me a Christmas card and a birthday card every year.
From Belisa and Frank. Belisa also sends me a Christmas card every year.
Vintage color lithograph from 1898 showing Father Christmas and his reindeer flying through the sky. I used this as my Facebook background photo this year.
I don’t remember where I found this card, but I just love its vintage look. Reminds me of Christmas when I was a little kid.
I used to decorate my trees with vintage Christmas ornaments. I found this ad and posted it on Facenbook. The colors are gorgeous.
Another Internet find.
Ruben and I were in Boston in November, and this was posted on Facebook this year. I had to keep a copy of it.
Love it! She reminds me of Patsy Stone on Absolutely Fabulous!
When I was six or seven, maybe eight years old, my parents went out and bought a silver tree and a color wheel, just like the ones shown here. I would sit and stare at the changing colors on the tree for what seemed like hours at a time.
This was my Facebook banner this year.
Ruben and I bought our families kringles again this year. They seem to really enjoy them. We didn’t buy each other anything. We stopped doing that a while back. We figure that we can buy anything we want for ourselves any time of the year, so why bother with the crowds and the congested roads at Christmastime? He gets lots of gifts from his customers at work. This year, I bought myself a brand new turntable. I consider it my Christmas present to myself.
I purchased this Sony turntable at Best Buy. It’s pretty basic, but it works and I don’t have to adjust the tone arm! It sounds great!
Here it is. 64. I feel great today. No aches or pains or worries. I have Ruben here with me and we are content to be at home. I love my home, and my work. I am a pretty lucky guy. I don’t need anything. I’ve had a lot of fun in my life, and am content now. I am clear headed and healthy for the most part, and I am rich with music, clothes, books, a nice home, family and friends.
The first thing I did this morning was play the song “When I’m 64” by the Beatles, and then I posted it on Facebook. It brings back some very fond memories. Way back around 1967 or ’68, my brother Freddie and I would love to play my brother Rudy’s copy of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band on his little record player in the back bedroom at home. We were just kids. Freddie was 10 and I was 7. When this song would come on, we’d dance around like Dick Van Dyke, twirling our dad’s cane around, singing every word, and getting all silly. This was one of the few times when we actually got along and had fun together. The Beatles had that kind of effect on us.
My sister Irene sent me this birthday card a couple of days early. Then this morning, one after the other, she, my friends Ernie and Nancy, and my other sister Becky all called and serenaded me with “Happy Birthday to you” over the phone. It was so touching. Armando Cruz from work sent me an online birthday card too on behalf of the Library.
The only paper birthday card I received this year was from my sister Irene.
Ruben re-arranged all his appointments so he could stay home with me. I told him I wanted to go antiquing today. He also suggested that we go to the Desert Museum, but it’s likely going to rain, so maybe not. We agreed to go for a drive and out to eat. I’ve been wanting steak.
This was a Facebook gif sent to me by my great niece Estrella.
We ended up going to the 22nd Street Antique Mall. It was a fun adventure, as always, but very crowded. I found a few things, including a Ken doll dressed up as a not very convincing pirate. I also found some old postcards and a couple of books, including a cookbook filled with recipes from local restaurants and a calendar of African American events, plus a Jackie Wilson 45 rpm single titled “To Be Loved,” which was one of his big hits.
Tucson has a handful of antique malls. This is one of my favorites.
I found a bunch of postcards of cities and states I had been to before for just $1 apiece, plus a couple of books, a record, a bank bag and a Ken doll. Neither the clerk at the shop nor Ruben liked my little pirate, but I thought he was cute. That was the problem. He was too cute. There was no eye patch, no scars or any other blemishes anywhere on his body. A long-haired pretty boy…
At around 2:30, we then went and ate at the Longhorn Steakhouse out on Broadway just east of Craycroft. I had a porterhouse steak, salad and macaroni and cheese. Ruben chose asparagus as one of his sides. Yuck. The steak was big, but a bit dry. In hindsight, I would’ve preferred the ribeye. Oh well. Next time.
From there, we drove out to the Tucson Mall to walk off some of the food, and I bought a pair of pants, a shirt and a sweater at Dillards. Oh boy. I love buying clothes. I need to start dressing up more often. I think it’s time.
Dillard’s was having a big sale, so Ruben and I both bought clothes.
Walking in the mall usually wears me out. I think it’s the concrete flooring that does it. When we got back home, it was time to take a nap!
Another Facebook graphic
Throughout the day, I spent time thanking everyone individually on Facebook for their kind birthday wishes. Altogether, nearly two hundred people sent me a birthday greeting. Some friends, like Jane Cruz and Teresa Jones and my tocaya sweethearts Emily Elias and Katya Peterson (our birthdays all fall on the same day), sent me special messages, and others simply said happy birthday. It was all so overwhelming. I feel so blessed and lucky. I need to remember this day when I get to feeling blue. I really am very fortunate!
Margo Cowan and Barbea Williams both posted this on my Facebook wall today. The photo is from a program I produced at work in 2018 in conjunction with the 1968 in America exhibit that I curated. Included in the photo are Ted Warmbrand, Barbea Williams, Lupe Castillo (Margo’s life partner), me and Greg McNamee. It was a night to remember and the last event I ever produced as curator of exhibits and events for the UA Library.
Later in the evening, Ruben went to Sprouts and bought us cake and ice cream. It was a great way to end a wonderful day.
Ruben ran to the store and got us cake and gelato. It was delicious.
Yet another Facebook gif that was sent to me.
Before I went to bed I posted a video of Rodney Crowell singing “It Ain’t Over Yet” on Facebook. I love this song because it speaks perfectly to how I feel about my life. It’s been three years now that I have been completely sober and substance-free. I finally got my act together, and life is GOOD! I am eagerly looking forward to the coming year. It is going to be a great one. I can just feel it!
I love this song.
Lyrics
It’s like I’m sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train Exactly how I got here is hard to explain My heart’s in the right place, what’s left of it I guess My heart ain’t the problem, it’s my mind that’s a total mess With these rickety old legs and watery eyes It’s hard to believe that I could pass for anybody’s prize Here’s what I know about the gifts that God gave You can’t take ’em with you when you go to the grave
It ain’t over yet, ask someone who ought to know Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry It ain’t over yet, you can mark my word I don’t care what you think you heard, we’re still learning how to fly It ain’t over yet
For fools like me who were built for the chase Takes the right kind of woman to help you put it all in place It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out sea blue green I got caught up making a name for myself, you know what that’s about One day your ship comes rolling in and the next day it rolls right back out You can’t take for granted none of this shit The higher up you fly boys, the harder you get hit
It ain’t over yet, I’ll say this about that You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die It ain’t over yet, here’s the truth my friend You can’t pack it in and we both know why It ain’t over yet
Silly boys blind to get there first Think of second chances as some kind of curse I’ve known you forever and ever it’s true If you came by it easy, you wouldn’t be you Make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me forget myself
Back when down on my luck kept me up for days You were there with the right word to help me crawl out of the maze And when I almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou You stepped up with a warning shot fired sweet and low across the bow No you don’t walk on water and your sarcasm stings But the way you move through this old world sure makes a case for angel wings I was halfway to the bottom when you threw me that line I quote you now verbatim, “Get your head out of your own behind”
It ain’t over yet, what you wanna bet One more cigarette ain’t gonna send you to the grave It ain’t over yet, I’ve seen your new girlfriend Thinks you’re the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye It ain’t over yet
It’s been a great birthday. One of the best. Thank you, Ruben. I love you!
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My mom and dad sometime in the 50s.
At the time I was born, my parents and five siblings all lived together in Tucson on 22nd St. in a small three bedroom house, a red brick tract home just east of the Southern Pacific railroad tracks in a subdivision called Country Club Manor, the boundaries of which were 22nd St. to 17th Street and Plumer Ave to Country Club. We lived next to a big empty lot, and had a lot of outside space in which to play. Randolph Park was nearby too. Our church was St. Ambrose Catholic Church on Tucson Blvd, just south of Broadway and our local elementary school was Robison Elementary. There were a lot of families with kids in the neighborhood. Most were either Mexican American or Anglo. It was a mixed neighborhood, and wasn’t considered a “barrio” necessarily, until later in the 1970s and 80s.
In 1959, most of my brothers and sisters were all in school, and their ages ranged from 2 to 15, with some in grade school at Robison, others at Mansfeld Jr. High and the oldest at Tucson High. The boys in the family all played sports, and were usually busy doing things outside the house. The girls were both very attractive and popular, and always had lots of friends. Boys became their focus as they moved into their teens.
My dad worked as a miner in San Manuel and mom stayed home and took care of all of us, cooking and cleaning and making sure that everything at home was in working order. Dad and mom had been together since 1943, and, after 15 years of marriage, had developed a volatile relationship and some ‘unhealthy’ habits, unfortunately, so our home life was not always peaceful, especially in the Sixties.
I was the last of the kids, and my mom kept me at her side all the time. I was a chubby child, was considered a momma’s boy and a crybaby, and everyone called me Bobby Joe, or BJ, nicknames that I have always disliked, but have learned to accept over time. While I wasn’t athletic at all, I was a smart kid. In fact, when my mom went to see my first grade teacher, Mrs. Goldbaum for her parent-teacher meeting, Mrs. Goldbaum said to her, “where did you get this one? He’s so bright!”, or something to that effect. She had also been Charles’s, Becky’s and Rudy’s first grade teachers when they attended Robison in the 50s.
Early on, I developed a love for popular music. My parents even bought me my own record player when I was 3 years old. I impressed everyone with my ability to correctly pick out a record from a stack of 45’s after being told just once what the title was. Again, I was just 3 at the time.
As the Sixties progressed, my sisters and brothers started to leave home either to get married or on to other things such as the Navy, and our family began to grow. My three nieces Belisa, Michelle and Anadine were all born in the Sixties, and I spent a lot of time with them. They were more like my sisters than my nieces because we were so close in age.
I had several close friends as a child, including Billy “Bubba” Fass, and his brother Ricky, Ernie Carrillo, and three sisters who lived next door to our family whose names were Becky, “Tiny” and Debbie Romo. There were other kids too who we played with, of course, but these were my closest friends. We spent a lot of time playing in the alley or on 21st St, where we would play flag football a lot of the time. We also spent a lot of time at St. Ambrose’s swimming pool, and at Randolph Park where we played sports. One time I planted a little rose garden with roses that my mom bought me at the local grocery store. I also had an aquarium and parakeets at one point, but over time my interest in these hobbies dwindled.
These photos and documents provide a pictorial glimpse of my life as a child in Tucson up through the middle of 1965, or the beginning of the first grade. Most of the photos are pictures taken before I was a student at Robison Elementary School. Others were taken in such places as the local park or at family gatherings. I feel fortunate that I still have them after all these years, and humbly share these treasures here with my friends and family. These photos and documents bring back many wonderful memories, as one can imagine, and I share some of them in the captions that follow.
I was born on January 15, 1959 to Alfred and Josephine Diaz. I was their sixth and last child, and the only one born at Tucson Medical Center. Most of my other siblings were born at St. Mary’s Hospital. My oldest sister was born at my grandmother’s house in South Tucson.
A clipping from the January 16, 1959 edition of the Tucson Citizen . I was one of six babies born the day before at TMC.
I don’t remember Dr. Lacock, but I do remember Dr. Thompson. He was a very tall man and a well-respected local pediatrician. My mom would take me to see him when he was at the Tucson Clinic on Tucson Blvd., just north of Broadway, back in the early 60s.
I was a big, healthy newborn, but the doctor also told my mother that I had a larger than average sized head, which caused him some concern. According to my mother, it meant that I would either be very intelligent or “differently abled”, as they say nowadays. Thank heavens I turned out fine.
I was born into a Catholic family. Our family parish was St. Ambrose, which was on Tucson Blvd. Prints of the Last Supper, the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the VIrgen de Guadalupe hung on the walls of our home, and were some of the very first works of art that I ever saw. We also had a copy of the Catholic Family Bible, which included more religious art.
I was baptized when I was four months old. Wilbur and Eva Morales were my godparents. They would send me a brand new dollar bill every year for Christmas when I was small.
Irene, my oldest sibling, was 15 when I was born.
One of my very first memories was of my sister Irene’s sweet sixteen party in November, 1959. I remember being taken to the back bedroom for a nap that afternoon, just as the party got started. I didn’t fall asleep right away. I was busy listening to the music, oldies but goodies like What’s Your Name by Don and Juan and We Belong Together by Robert and Johnny. The following song was also played.
Having five older brothers and sisters exposed me to many different genres of popular music, from oldies to the Beatles to the Temptations. I’ve always loved this song. It takes me right back, believe it or not, to that party in late 1959 when I was just 10 months old.
I grew up listening to popular music on the radio. It was a constant in our home and I was attracted to it from the very beginning.
Here’s another song I’ve been listening to my whole life. The Chubby Checker version was released in 1960.
The Twist, by Chubby Checker, was released in June 1960.
Both the City of Tucson and the University of Arizona provided the community with active and vibrant cultural programming.
Joan Baez’s first recording for Vanguard Records was released in October, 1960. It was on the charts for a long time. The following song, All My Trials, is an old favorite.
Clark Gable died on November 16, 1960.
My dad, seated on the far left, with all of his brothers and sisters, Superior, Az, 1961.
At my cousin Olivia’s wedding in Superior, 1961. My cousin Sylvia is third from the left, my sister Irene is to her right, and my cousin Carmelita is second from the right.
It would be many years before I really began to appreciate Sarah Vaughan’s artistry. This gem was released in 1961. Our family acquired this album in the late 60s when my dad bought us a new console television at Flash TV. It had a record player and radio, and came with 50 free albums, including this one. I think the only person that ever played the album at the time was my sister Becky. I didn’t start listening to is until around 1979 at the age of 20. It’s one of Sarah’s best albums and it features the great Count Basie and his orchestra. The following song is gorgeous. Her voice is unmistakably unique.
I just had to include this. We had a vacuum cleaner just like it. When my mom wasn’t cooking, she was cleaning–doing laundry, making beds, dusting or vacuuming. She worked night and day.
This album was released in 1961 and was very popular in the Mexican American community. My parents owned a copy, as did my aunts and uncles. I grew up listening to it. My favorite song was “El Caballo Blanco”, which included at the very beginning of the song, the sound of a horse neighing. I got the biggest kick out of that! There was also a holiday-themed song on it called “Se Va Diciembre” that I clearly remember hearing at Christmas time every year it seemed.
Jose Alfredo Jimenez’s “El Caballo Blanco” was first recorded on the Columbia label in the 1950s.
Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris on the cover of Life Magazine. They both had an amazing year.
Roger Maris of the New York Yankees made history on October 1, 1961, when he hit his 61st home run, breaking the record held for decades by the great Babe Ruth.
Leonel Bravo was my sister Irene’s boyfriend for several years. He graduated from Tucson High School in 1961 and joined the marines. He and my sister planned to get married, but things didn’t work out that way. He was like an older brother to me.
My mom would sing this song to me all the time at bedtime. When she sang the words, “I couldn’t find my baby,” I would stick my head out from under the covers and say, “Here I am, mommy!” I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom sang me lots of songs when I was little.
These photos were taken some time in 1962. My sister’s boyfriend Sonny Bravo had just taken me to get a haircut, one of my very first. I’m shown here wanting to get on the car, and then sitting on his car with the monkey he had just bought for my sister. I had the photos digitally enhanced and the color of the vehicle and my clothes came out different in each photo. Dang.
There was a Kinney Shoes store on East 22nd street. My mom and dad took me there to buy me shoes when I was about three. I remember it well.
This great song was released in January, 1953, but it was very popular through the next decade.
This song was another one of the earliest I remember hearing. It was recorded way back in 1953, and unlike this version, the original features Patti singing in harmony with herself. My friend Billy Fass had the record. I just adore Patti Page. She has one of the loveliest voices I’ve ever heard. People who remember her for just this one little tune and equate her music with 50s slick pop hit parade garbage are missing the mark completely. She could swing as well as anyone, and her tone was clear as a bell.
This song was a number one hit on the R & B charts in April and May, 1962. I just loved it.
My mom loved Ray Charles. This was one of her very favorite songs.
Here’s another song my mom would sing to me at bedtime. She had a beautiful voice.
This is a close-up of a photo that was also taken in 1962, but later in the year in Nogales, Sonora . I’m sitting on my mom’s lap.
Irene, Fred, my mom, me, Mary Ruiz and her daughter in Nogales in 1962.
This was Little Eva’s only top hit. It was number one on the charts for a few weeks, beginning in late August, 1962. I used to love this song.
Marilyn Monroe died of a pill overdose on August 5, 1962
I just had to include this song. Girls used to sing this to me. I don’t even remember who they were, but it made me embarrassed and happy at the same time. The song was released in late August, 1962.
This was Marcie Blane’s only big hit. It was released on September 28, 1962.
Bobby’s Girl was released on September 28, 1962. My sister and her friends used to tease me and sing this to me when I was a kid. I was embarrassed, but loved the attention at the same time.
1962-9-29: Air Force sergeant Gonzalo “Chalo” Palacio died of a heart attack in Paris, France. He was only 37. He was my dad’s cousin. His father was Emilio Palacio, who immigrated to the Americas with my grandfather Antonio Palacio Diaz. Chalo lived with our family for a brief period of time in the late fifties/early sixties, I believe. I barely remember him. I still have a foot locker he left at my parents. He also left a big, long Japanese sword, but I don’t know what happened to it. He left behind several brothers and sisters, as well as a wife and several children. His son Randy was my Spanish teacher at Salpointe.
Belisa, my sister Irene’s first child, was born on October 18, 1962. This photo is from early 1963.
Released January 16, 1963. My brother Charles probably took Fred and me to see this. He did that a lot.
I just loved this song, much to my brother Fred’s consternation. He realized that I was “different” when I told him I liked this song. Released in January, 1963.
The following song was also released in January, 1963. I loved it as a kid.
March 5, 1963. Patsy Cline was killed in a plance crash. What a loss. She was a great singer.
My brother Freddie in 1963.
April 7, 1963, Arizona Daily Star. My brother Charles was a star athlete at Tucson High School.
My brother Charles is 2nd from the right in the top row. He was known as “Fingertips Charlie”. This was his junior year, 1963.
For as long as I can remember, this movie would come out on t.v. every Easter Sunday. The witch and her gargoyles really scared the heck out of me.
What a beautiful song.
The recorded single came out in 1939, although the song was recorded for the movie in 1938.
My sister Becky in 1963.
I started watching cartoons at a very young age. These are a few of the ones I used to like.
Bob Dylan’s second album was released on May 27, 1963. His song Blowin’ In The Wind became one of the anthems of the civil rights era.
Nuff said…
My record player looked exactly like this. My parents took me to a second hand store one day and bought it for me. They used to trip out because I was be able to “read” the titles of the records when I was just 3. I think what really happened was that I had a photographic memory and only needed to have someone tell me the name of the record once, and I would remember it.
I didn’t discover this until I was in high school. It was recorded at the height of the civil rights movement, just a couple of months before the March on Washington. Listen to Seeger sing Tom Paxton’s Ramblin’ Boy.
Meanwhile, across the country, the civil rights movement witnessed another casualty.
Civil rights leader Medgar Evers.
Photo of my grandmother, Josefa Rascon, on our front lawn on 22nd St, Summer, 1963. I’m on the left.
June, 1963. My brother Rudy had just graduated from Mansfeld Jr. High School and we had a little family gathering on this day. This is a close up of me from the photo above. I’m standing in the front doorway of our house, holding a bunch of 45 records. My parents had bought me my very own record player the year before.
Belisa, my sister Irene’s daughter, around 6 months old.
Rudy’s 8th grade graduation. That’s my mom, with Rudy and Fred. In the background you can see my dad’s jaguar in the driveway. It was usually parked in the back yard, along with several other cars that didn’t work.
My mom, my grandmother, and my Aunt Mary.
The civil rights movement was in full swing in 1963. The following song, Blowin’ In the Wind, was written and recorded by Bob Dylan. It was released as a single by Peter, Paul and Mary in June 1963. It reached #2 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Another senseless tragedy in the South…
Posed pitching shot of Sandy Koufax as Los Angeles Dodger c1963. My brother Rudy had this photo of Koufax in his bedroom. He was a huge fan.
Rudy, Becky and Charles in 1963.
The great Dinah Washington was found dead on December 14, 1963. She overdosed on a combination of pills and alcohol. Another tragic loss.
Three civil rights workers were reported missing on 6/21/64. Their bodies were recovered seven weeks later in a swamp outside of Philadelphia, Mississippi. The local KKK, Sheriff, and members of the local police department were involved in the murder.
When I was a small child, we would go to Ben Lee’s Market on the southwest corner of 22nd and Tucson Blvd all the time to buy saladitos and other stuff like comic books and candy. On July 7, 1964, a fire broke out inside the store and did a lot of damage. The store ended up closing. I can still remember going in there. It was our neighborhood Chinese market.
From the Arizona Daily Star, July 8, 1964.
This was another film we saw as kids at the drive-in. Released on August 14, 1963. There was a tv series by the same name that followed later that I would watch all the time.
Martin Luther King Jr. at the March on Washington on August 28, 1963. An estimated 250,000 people showed up to support the fight for civil rights.
Here’s an excerpt of the speech Martin Luther King, Jr. gave at the March on Washington.
Sherry, by the 4 Seasons, was one of my very first 45’s. It was my favorite too. My brother’s friend Bob Stelburg gave it to me. It had been a number one hit in October, 1962.
Released on October 1, 1963, this film was shot in Tucson. I didn’t see it until later, when it came out on tv, but I loved it. I try to catch it every time it was on tv, just as I would the Singing Nun a few years later.
1963 World Series
Nobody could hit anything off Sandy Koufax. He is known to have humiliated the Yankees hitting team, led by Mickey Mantle, in this series.
Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale celebrating victory, Oct. 6, 1963.
I was almost 5 years old when this happened. I was in one of the bedrooms at home listening to the radio when the announcer broke in and informed the world that Kennedy had been shot. I ran into the kitchen to tell my mom and others. Nobody believed me…
This premiered on 12/11/63. My brother Charles took me and Freddie to see it at the 22nd St. Drive In.
My sister Irene gave birth to her second daughter, Michelle, on December 13, 1963.
My dad broke his leg in a mining accident sometime around Christmas in 1963. He stayed in the hospital for nearly a year.
One day, I went shopping with my mom to Southgate, and she bought a 45 by Lucha Villa that had the following song on one side, and on the other was a song called “Asi Perdi Tu Amor”. Both tunes were written by the great Mexican composer Cuco Sanchez. I still have the 45.
Who doesn’t remember this? These guys changed the pop world. Released in the U.S. on 12-26-63
Released on January 20, 1964.
I remember this like it was yesterday. A memorable occasion for sure!
My friend Bubba’s mom would drop us off at the Fox on Saturday mornings, and we’d cross the street and wait in front of the Plaza Theater to take the 22nd street bus home. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Summer, 1964. My brother Fred, my mom and me, standing in front of the orange tree in our front yard. This was the day of my brother Fred’s first holy communion.
That’s me standing in back of my cousin David. Summer, 1964. His sister Gloria also had her first holy communion that day.
My cousins John and David and me, Summer 1964. The 22nd Street overpass is under construction in the background. We were all born the same year, but I was the oldest. Our siblings, Fred, Turi and Gloria were also the same age, and had all just had their first holy communions on this day.
Sometime in early 1964, my two front teeth got knocked out when I ran in back of my friend Bubba in the back yard, just as he was about to take a swing at a golf ball with a big wooden golf club. The golf club hit me right in the mouth and my teeth fell out. My mother thought I looked very cute without my two front teeth, so she had my sister Irene take me to have my portrait taken at the Olan Mills studio on Broadway. My sister bought me the jacket just for the occasion.
We always had a tv at home, and I started watching it from the time I was a toddler. This is but a sampling of the shows I watched. I spent hours in front of the television after school every day and on the weekends. Saturday mornings were my favorite time of the week, because that’s when cartoons were shown. I continued to watch tv up until my junior year of high school. Once I started working at Fry’s, I stopped.
We had this 45 record at home in the mid-60s. It was recorded by Shirlely Bassey on August 20, 1964 for the movie Goldfinger. It was a top 10 hit in the U.S. I’ve never really liked anything else by Shirley Bassey. She has a big, brassy voice, not something I care for too much, but I really liked this song for some reason.
My mom and dad in the mid-60s.
This was one of my mom’s very favorite songs. She had the 45 and would play it all the time.
As long as I can remember, my parents shopped at this grocery store, and I tagged along. At one point or another, we went to every one of them, except the one on N. Grande, every other Friday on payday. Mom would get a cart, and Dad would get a cart, and they each went their separate ways in the store, but converged about an hour later, each with a basket full of food and other household stuff.
Wow.
Bewitched premiered on September 17, 1964. I clearly remember watching the very first episode.
My mom did her daytime shopping either at Food Giant on 22nd and Country Club or at Lucky’s which was on the corner of 22nd and Cherry in the Pueblo Plaza shopping center. It’s former name was Goodman’s. Next door to it was a drugstore called Jones Drug. There was also a liquor store and a laundromat, as well as a few other businesses in the shopping center. We were fortunate to have so many places to shop near our house.
Mr. Lonely was released in October, 1964. I loved this song.
This was originally released in 1962, but was big hit in Fall, 1964.
I started Kindergarten at St. Ambrose School in September, 1964 and this photo was taken while I was there.
My kindergarten class photo. Fall, 1964. Included in this photo are my cousin David and my friends Linda Gray and Hugo Ruthling, among others. I didn’t complete kindergarten, unfortunately, because I got sick in early 1965. I stayed home with my mom from January 1965 until September, when I started the first grade at Robison Elementary School.
Man oh man. I used to love to listen to this song. The lead singer, Bill Medley, had such a unique, manly voice! You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling was releaed in November, 1964.
Here’s another very sad ranchera, again, one of my mom’s favorites. I still have the 45. This song is titled, “Cancion de un Preso”, or “Song of a Prisoner”, and it’s by the great Irma Serrano, one of Mexico’s most flamboyant and expressive singers.
I used to love this song. It was released in late 1964, and by early ’65 it was a top Billboard hit. I still have the 45.
This premiered on television on 12/6/64. I was there…
This is an amazing movie. Lucha Villa and Ignacio Lopez Tarso are both fantastic. The song, La Culebra Pollera, from the movie, follows.
It was a great year for music! The following year would be just as good, if not better!
My Girl, by the Temptations, was released on December 21, 1964. By March of the following year, it was at the top of the charts. This was my brother Charles’s favorite song.
This was another big Motown hit and was released on February 8, 1965, less than two months from the release of My Girl. Everybody loved the Supremes.
Malcolm X was assassinated on February 21, 1965. He was a radical Muslim activist who told the truth about race relations in this country. I had no idea who he was or what he stood for, as I was just a child. It wasn’t until college that I read his autobiography.
This was another tv movie that captured everyone’s attention. It premiered on February 22, 1965.
April 12, 1965: Baseball season arrives. Here are three random cards of players who were known to hit well. Killebrew’s team, the Minnesota Twins would make it all the way to the World Series this year.
My brother Charles left home in early 1965. He joined the Navy and was gone for four years.
While in the Navy from 65-69, the ship my brother Charles was assigned to initially was the USS Ashtabula. He also served on the USS Romulus and the USS Mattaponi. While he didn’t see battle, his ship was docked off the coast of Vietnam more than once and he and his shipmates were all exposed to Agent Orange.
Here are some photos our brother sent to us from boot camp. He was promoted to chief petty officer.
This concert by Joan Baez was recorded on June 5, 1965 in London, England at the BBC studios in front of a live studio audience. Ms. Baez is at her vocal peak here, in my opinion. Wish I had been there! I didn’t even know about her at this point in my life. I started listening to her in earnest my freshman year at Salpointe in 1974. I love her music. She’s one of my heroes. What a brave, passionate woman.
One of my favorite Beatles albums. Released on June 14, 1965, right before I was to start the first grade.
This tune was on Beatles VI.
Bad Boy was first released on the album “Beatles VI”. It rocks!
Family trip to northern Arizona, July 1965
The Flagstaff All-Indian Pow Wow, July 4, 1965
Bob Dylan released “Like a Rollings Stone on July 20, 1965. Suddenly, things got more serious.
My brother Rudy had this album. So did a lot of other people. Dylan rocked the whole world with Highway 61 Revisited.
One of the longest singles ever to get radio airplay.
My brother Charles’ US Naval Training Center Yearbook.
This film, starring Lucha Villa and Cuco Sanchez, was released in Mexico on August 5, 1965. It includes performances by Ms. Villa that never made it on to an album. I love these rare instances where one can here her sing with such passion and emotion. The following tune, Arrieros Somos, is a case in point.
My mom loved Lucha Villa. This song is a heartbreaker.
My four eldest brothers and sisters attended Robison Elementary School from 1952 to 1960. They then went on to attend Mansfeld Jr. High and Tucson High. I also attended kindergarten at St. Ambrose for one semester. Here are some of our class photos, most of them from Robison. I’ve also included some sports team and other group photos in which my siblings and I appear. My two older brothers were heavily involved in high school sports, and later became little league coaches, and my brother Fred and I played on different teams in the late 60s. These are mostly photos of kids who grew up between Plumer and Country Club from Broadway south to the railroad tracks. If you click on the picture, you’ll see a larger version of it. Click the back arrow to return to the post.
1952-1953 school year. My sister Irene’s 3rd grade class, Robison Elementary School.
1953-1954 school year. My sister Becky’s first grade class. The teacher was Mrs. Goldbaum.
1955-1956 school year. My brother Rudy’s first grade class. He had Mrs. Goldbaum too.
1955-1956 school year. Robison Elementary. I am not sure who was in this class.
1955-1956 school year at Robison Elementary. My sister Irene’s sixth grade class.
1957-1958 Mansfeld Jr. High Student Council photo. My sister Irene was Student Council secretary.
My brother Rudy’s 4th grade class. Mrs. Miller was later Mrs. Mow.
My sister Becky’s fifth grade class.
My brother Rudy’s fifth grade class.
1960-1961 Freshman Basketball team. Tucson High School. My brother Charles is in this photo.
1960-61 Tucson High School Freshman Baseball Team. My brother Charles Diaz, is in the top row second from left.
1961-62 Junior Varsity Basketball team, Tucson High School. My brother Charles is in this photo.
1962-1963 Tucson High School Varsity Baseball team. Eddie Leon is included here as are my brother Charles and his good friend Jesus “Chuy” Pesqueira.
1963. My brother Charles is right in the middle of the top row.
1963-1964 Tucson High School Freshman Baseball Team. My brother Rudy is in the middle row, second from last.
1963-1964. Members of the Tucson High Choraleers. My brother Rudy is the second from the left in the bottom row. 1963-1964 Tucson High School Varsity Baseball Team. My brother Charles is in the top row, third from the left.
1964-1965 Junior Varsity Football team. Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo.
1964-1965 Choraleers, Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo. It was his sophomore year.
My kindergarten class. I was there for just one semester, Fall ’64.
1965-1966 Varsity Baseball team, Tucson High School. Rudy in in the top row third from the last.
1965-1966 Choraleers, Tucson High School. Rudy is in the top row, third from the left. Summer, 1966.My brother Fred’s little league team. 1966-67 Varsity Baseball Team. Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo. 1968-1969. My 4th grade class.
1968, Summer. My brothers Rudy and Freddie are in this photo from the late 60s. I think the team was “Tucson Merchants Association”. Not sure.
1969, Summer. Rudy’s little league team. Freddie my other brother is also in this photo as are my buddies Ernie Carrillo, Roman Jaurigue and Rick Fass.
1969-1970. My fifth grade class. My teacher was Mrs. Wagner, but she isn’t in the photo. A substitute teacher is. 1970-1971. My sixth grade class. 1970-1971 Freshman Baseball team, Tucson High School. My brother Freddie is in this photo. 1970 El Rancho Center little league team. I was on this team, but not in the photo. 1971 El Rancho Center little league team. My brother Charles and I are in this photo.
Mansfeld Jr. High Orchestra, Spring 1972. I’m just above the harp at the far end of the row.
Mansfeld Jr. High Orchestra, Spring 1973. I’m in the front row, fourth from the left.
1975 Salpointe Marching Band. I’m in the third row playing with Colleen Flahie’s hair.
Salpointe High School, 1975. National Honor Society
Rascón surname: Spanish (Rascón): 1. probably a habitational name from either of the places called Rascón, in Cantábria and Badajoz provinces. 2. possibly a nickname from rascón ‘sour’, ‘sharp’ or a homonym meaning ‘rail’ (the bird).
According to the book, Who’s Who of the Conqiustadors(Thomas, 2000), the surname Rascón appears in the Américas as early as 1509, in the early years of the Spanish conquest. It’s been recorded that Alonso Rascón (Fernández), possibly from Huelva, Spain, landed in the Indies in 1509, and was one of over 600 individuals who accompanied Hernan Cortés on his trip to Veracruz in 1519. Over time, according to various online genealogical sources (i.e. Ancestry.com), in the 1600s and 1700s, the surname appeared in Mexico D.F., the state of Puebla, and then later in Chihuahua and Sonora. A look at U.S. census and immigration records shows that there have been many members of the Rascón family who immigrated north to the US. over the past century. They are scattered throughout the Southwest and can be found in Texas, New Mexico, California and Arizona, as well as other parts of the country.
Donato Rascón Murrieta, my maternal grandfather October 22, 1896-December 12, 1937
Growing up, I knew very little about my maternal grandfather, Donato Rascón Murrieta (1896-1937). I learned from my mother that he was part Spanish and part indio Mayo. Fair-skinned, with hazel/green eyes, tall and handsome, he was a miner by trade. He immigrated to the US in the early 20’s, landing work in Ruby and Superior. He was born deep in the Sierra in a town called Tarachi, Sonora.
My grandfather crossed the US Mexico border alone at Douglas, Az. on March 12, 1925. This card, issued by the US Immigration Service, notes that he was married to Josefa Ortega and that her address at the time was 830 S. 10th Avenue in South Tucson Az. (actually her brother Feliciano’s home). His occupation was listed as a miner. His mother, Maria Murrieta is listed as residing in Bacerac, Sonora, Mexico.
Donato Rascon’s death certificate notes that he died of cardiac decompensation, or heart failure, and that he had silicosis, which was the likely cause of the heart failure. He was 41 years old when he passed.
El Tarachi, version 1, by Los Murrieta
Tarachi, (from the Pima term: Taratzi) was originally a pre-Columbian village of “Los Pimas Bajos” or the Lower Pima people, tucked away deep in the Sierra Madre region of southeastern Sonora. The closest towns of significance are Sahuaripa, Arivechi, and Yécora. According to Flavio Molina M, author of the book Exploradores y Civilizadores de Sonora, the word taratzi means “en el pie” in Spanish or “on the foot” in English. In the Pima language, tara means “foot” in English and “pie” in Spanish, and tzi means “on” in English and “en” in Spanish. The author includes further information about Tarachi, quoting a document written in 1815 that provides details of the missions and people of the lower Pimeria region of Sonora : “Tarachi: nación Pima, se extiende 22 leguas de oriente a poniente, y diez de norte a sur; tiene agregada la iglesia del pueblo de Yécora, dista de la cebecera 20 leguas al poniente, ambas iglesias están arruinadas; el número de sus vecinos es de 64, que abrazan 300 almas, su congrua de 360, 300 de sínodo y el resto de obención”.
Map of Sonora showing the towns of Bavispe, Bacerac, Huachinera and Tarachi.
This photo and the description below come from Paul M. Roca’s book, “Paths of the Padres Through Sonora”, Tucson: Arizona Pioneers’ Historical Society, 1967 p.291. A new church as since been built.
Paul M. Roca quote in Paths of the Padres Through Sonora, p. 291.
The new church.
El Tarachi, version 2, by Gilberto Valenzuela:
According to an account given in the book, Sonora: An Intimate Geography (Yetman, 1996), in the early 20th century (and probably even before then), the people of Tarachi made their living, by among other things, cattle breeding. Ranchers from neighboring areas of Sonora would travel for days through very rough mountain terrain to purchase cattle in Tarachi. From there they would drive them back through the north and into Chihuahua.
An earlier map of Sonora showing Tarachi , but spelled differently (Taratzi).
The road to Tarachi
The countryside
Mining was another occupation that the men of Tarachi engaged in, as Tarachi was also the center of the “Veta Madre” or mother lode of gold in Sonora. One researcher noted that during the California gold rush, many of the men of Tarachi left to seek their fortunes there. The same researcher points to this as proof that the famous California bandit, Joaquin Murrieta, was from Tarachi, rather than Trincheras, Sonora as many believe. Joaquin Murrieta was also described as fair-skinned with blue eyes. According to this source, “all of the Murrietas of Tarachi, to this day, are fair skinned with fair hair and most of them have blue eyes”. To further the argument, this source notes that 3 Finger Jack, Joaquin’s sidekick, was named Manuel Duarte. He points out that “there are no Duartes in Trincheras, but the name is still very prevalent in Tarachi and the Sonoran Sierra region”. It could be I’m related to Joaquin Murrieta! (*note: the sources I have quoted in this paragraph are participants in various online genealogical discussion boards, usually members of the Rascón family who study and trace their family history).
Joaquin Murrieta
Here’s El Corrido de Joaquin Murrieta, performed by Los Madrugadores.
Over the years, the search for gold in Tarachi was big news.
From the “Integral Copper Operator” May 26, 1892.
June 9, 1971 Colorado Springs Telegraph Gazette.
Most recently, the search for gold in the region has become a serious enterprise.
9/20/2011 The Gazette.
Every May 15, during the feast day of San Isidro, a huge gathering takes place in Tarachi where everyone with the last names Gamez, Murrieta, Rascón, Treviño, and Ocaña all return to visit those relatives that have remained. For more information about Tarachi today, see the article (in Spanish) by Randulfo Ortega Moroyoqui, “Datos de Tarachi.”
I have since learned a great deal more about my grandfather Donato and his family. His parents (my great grandparents) were Loreto Rascón Bermudes (born in ca.1870 in Tarachi) and Maria Murrieta Ocaña. They were both from Tarachi.
I have also recently learned that my great grandfather Loreto’s parents (my great, great grandparents) names were Crisanto Rascon Rivera, (born in 1845, died in 1905 in Tarachi), and Concepcion Bermudes Apodaca. They were married on February 1869 in Sahuaripa, Sonora.
Crisanto’s parents (my great, great, great grandparents) were Honorato Rascon (born in 1815 in Tarachi) and Juana Rivera. Their children included Juan Jose Rascon (b.1834), Romulo Rascon (b.1828), Maria del Refugio Rascon (b.1844) and Manuel Rascon (b.1856).
Concepcion’s parents (also my great, great, great grandparents) were Juan Bermudes and Maria de Jesus Apodaca.
My maternal grandfather Donato’s grandparents (my great, great grandparents) on his mother’s side–the Murrieta branch of the family were: Blas Murrieta and Maria Ocaña Bermúdez. Blas was born around 1832. He died at the age of 87 on April 21, 1919. He married Maria in Sahuaripa on April 10, 1866. They had the following children: Maria Murrieta Ocaña (my great grandmother), and her siblings Guilebaldo, Antonio, Cruz, Mercedes (1870-1974), Maria de Jesus, Isidro, Enrique, Juan Antonio and Lina.
Blas’s parents, my great, great, great grandparents were D. Jesus Murrieta and Da. Ana Robles. In addition to Blas, they had several other children , including Froilan, Trinidad, and Maria Jesus.
My great grandmother Maria Murrieta Ocaña and my great grandfather Loreto Rascón were married sometime in the early 1890’s, While I am still gathering information about them, at this point I know from looking at border crossing records that Loreto had a brother named Manuel whom he visited in Tucson, Az. in 1925. Loreto also crossed the border several times in the twenties (12/17/1923; 10/17/1925; 7/7/1928; and 2/20/1929), to visit his children living in the U.S. One of these records (see below) indicates that Loreto was born in Moctezuma, Sonora (near the vicinity of Sahuaripa), but other records contradict that and state that he was born in Tarachi, Sonora. These same records state that Loreto and his family sometimes lived apart and moved around a lot, I imagine to find work. For example, a March 1925 border crossing record indicates that Maria was living in Bacerac. By December of the same year, on yet another record, she is listed as living in Bavispe, while at the same time Loreto is listed as living in Cananea. By the 30s, they lived in Bavispe again. Another record from the 30’s indicates that they lived in Huachinera, Sonora. All of these towns are in the Sierra on the far eastern edge of the state of Sonora and work there consists of farming, ranching and mining.
Those of Loreto’s and Maria’s children who moved to the US included Carolina, Olivia, Aurelia (1892-1987), Francisco and my grandfather Donato. Carolina, Francisco and Donato lived in Superior, Arizona in the mid-20’s and 30’s. Aurelia may have lived in Tucson for a while and Olivia lived in the San Diego area. I am not certain of this but I believe that Raul, Crisantos, David, and Isabel all remained in Sonora. The census for 1930 below notes that there were two more children in the family, Rafael and Maria.
I only know a little bit about about my grandfather’s siblings, and only met one of them, Francisco.
Here is what I’ve been able to learn to date:
Aurelia Rascón (born on September 29, 1892, died Nov. 1987). Resided in Tucson Az. at the time of her death. She was one of the two of the Rascón sisters my own sister Irene remembers meeting as a child, and she probably lived with or near my great aunt Olivia at one point somewhere near the California-Mexico border region. My sister remembers them to be “big-boned” ladies. I also remember going with my mom to a house on Grande Avenue in the Menlo Park neighborhood once, to visit one of my mom’s cousins who was in town visiting from Chula Vista. I believe she was my mother’s tia Olivia’s daughter and that she was visiting Aurelia.
Raul Rascón (c.1893-?). Crossed the US Mexico border at Douglas, Az. on November 25, 1922, and was accompanied by his brother David. One of the most intriguing stories I’ve heard about this branch of my family is about Raul. According to one of my cousins from Mexico, Raul was close friends with the mayor of San Miguel de Bavispe, Pablo Machichi, who had been a Carranzista in the Revolution and who later sided with the Cristeros. Machichi led a rebellion against the Mexican government in the late 20’s, and my great uncle Raul was killed either by other Machichi loyalists or by the federales for having revealed Machichi’s whereabouts. Machichi hid in the sierra and led a battle at a place called Huachinera. Here’s a corrido written about him. It gives a lot of detail about who he was and what he fought for.
Francisco Murrieta Rascón: Born on August 6, 1898. Died December 1985. I remember my mom’s uncle Francisco very well. He was very tall. He used to visit our house quite often, and when he was in town he would usually stay at the Santa Rita Hotel. He worked in Superior, Az. as a miner for many years, and was married to a woman named Maria Celida Federico (1905-1951), who died of breast cancer at the age of 46. He lived for many years in a convalescent home in Florence. He was a very tall, but gentle man. I liked him.
Francisco Murreta Rascon
From the Arizona Republic, December 6, 1985.
Isabel Rascón Gamez
I know very little about my great aunt Isabel (seated with one of her sons between her husband and other children), except that she was married to Manuel Maria Gamez and that they had at least six children. The writing on the back of the photo on the left indicates that it was taken in Tarachi and signed on April 12, 1937. Other information I have gathered indicates that Manuel Maria Gamez, Isabel’s husband, was born c.1895 in Tarachi, that he crossed the US Mexico border at least twice (on 2/15/24 and 2/23/26) and that had a brother named Alfonso Gamez. I have also found a death certificate for Manuel Gamez Jr, (probably the boy standing on the right). It states that he was born in Tarachi Sonora, on May 39, 1923 and that he died on January 3, 2004 in Esperanza, Sonora.
David Rascón (c. 1899-?) He crossed the US Mexican border several times: November 25, 1922 (at this point his residence is listed as Huachinera, Sonora, Mexico), November 5 and 6, 1923. He was married to Onofre Murrieta Bermudez. The postcard below was written to his brother David by my grandfather Donato. The picture on the other side is of my mother and her brother during their First Holy Communion (see below).
My grandfather wrote this for his brother David.
Carolina Rascon Moreno
I also know that my mother’s tia Carolina (b. 4/15/1902) was medium complected and had brown hair and brown eyes, and a small mole on her right cheek. She married a man from Bavispe, Sonora named Francisco Moreno and they lived in Superior Az at the same time my grandparents were there. My mom often spoke very fondly of her cousins, the Moreno children: Frank, Ricardo, Ismael (Miley), Teresa (Teddie) and Carolina. Their mother Carolina crossed the border several times, including on the following dates: 01/10/1946, 9/30/1947, 12/03/1950 and 08/06/1951.
1951 border crossing card for Carolina Rascon Moreno.
One of the Moreno children, Carolina, or Carey. She lived in Nogales, Az. for a long time.
Teresa, another Moreno daughter. My mom always spoke very fondly of her.
Francisco, whose wedding photo is below. He worked for many years as an accountant at the mine in San Manuel.
Carolina Rascon and her husband Francisco Moreno
Carolina Rascon Moreno’s son Francisco and his bride. Carolina is on the far right.
Crisanto Rascón Born in Tarachi in 1906. Crossed the US Mexico border on July 1, 1935. His departure contact was his father Loreto Rascón. His residence is listed as San Miguelito, Sonora Mexico.
Olivia Rascón (c.1907-?) She married a man named Luis Flores. She also had a son named Luis. She crossed the US Mexico border at least twice, (7/1/1928 and 11/28/1949). She moved to California and settled there. When I was a kid, one of her daughters came to visit Tucson, and she came to our house. I remember she had a little girl with her and that she and I became friends. She taught me some Spanish and it was the first time I felt I could communicate with someone in that language.
My great aunt Olivia and her husband Luis Flores.
My grandfather met my grandmother Josefa Ortega, while working in the Arivaca region of southern Arizona at the “Bluebird Mine”. They were married in Tucson, Arizona on July 9, 1923.
My grandmother was 19, not 18 as noted above, at the time of her marriage.
It’s been recorded that in 1925, they were living at 830 S. 10th, Ave. in Tucson, probably with Josefa’s brother Chano or her mother, Carmen. Shortly thereafter, they moved to Superior, Az, where he worked for the Magma Copper Company.
My grandmother, Josefa Ortega Rascon.
The Magma copper mine smelter in Superior, Az.
Superior, Az.
They had five children: My mother Josephine, Eduardo, Dora, Donato Jr. and Mary. My mom, the oldest of my grandparent’s children, adored her father. She would often talk about him, sharing her memories and stories with us. She would always be sure to say that he would often buy her new clothes, making her the happiest girl in Superior. She also remembered those times when she would have to go get my grandfather and bring him home from the local watering hole, a place that miners often went after work and in their spare time. While he spent most of his working years in Superior, according to the 1930 US census, my grandfather and his brother Francisco worked at the Montana Camp, a gold mine near Ruby Arizona. The original census document notes that my grandfather was a foreman in the mine and his brother Francisco a laborer.
Also, my uncle Donato was born in Silverbell, Az, just northwest of Tucson, so the family must have moved around some. By 1932, the family was back in Superior, as my Aunt Mary was born there on December 18, 1932.
My mom Josefina and her siblings, Eduardo, Donato and Dora.
My mom’s first grade photo in Superior, Az. She is seated with her hands in her lap right above the word “school”.
My Uncle Eddie in grade school, Superior, Az, circa 1932. He’s the fourth boy on the left in the second to the bottom row.
My mom and her brother Eddie at their first holy communion.
In 1936, my grandfather became ill with pnuemonia and was bed ridden for about a year. His wife Josefa and sister Carolina took turns taking care of him. There is a story that my father tells about my grandfather that is very interesting, as it took place in 1937, well before my mom and dad had met. According to the story, my grandfather and his family were living in the back room of a restaurant that had a jukebox. One day, my dad, who was about 17 at the time, went in and took out some change to play the song “Zenaida”. He was quickly admonished by others not to play the music because there was a man in the back room dying, and he shouldn’t be disturbed. That man was my grandfather Donato, and the story goes that he said to tell my dad to go ahead and play the music. He wanted to hear it too, even as he was dying. He passed away on December 12, 1937 at the age of 41, and is buried in Superior, Az.. He left behind his wife, Josefa, and their five children, Josefina (my mother), Eduardo, Dora, Donato Jr., and Maria.
My grandfather’s grave in the Superior Cemetary.
My sister Irene with my Aunt Mary at our grandfathers gravesite in Superior.
My sister Irene, brother Charles and me at our grandfather’s grave, 2007.
My grandmother, Josefa Ortega Rascon, 1963.
My grandmother with her children Josefina, Maria, Dora and Donato, circa 1978. Missing is her son Eddie. I don’t have a photo of him as an adult, unfortunately.
Today is my uncle Failo’s birthday. He was born in 1927 and is the sixth son of my grandparents Antonio and Zeferina Diaz. He was a wonderful man, and I always remember him smiling and joking. He never seemed to have a harsh word for anyone. He lived in Needles with his wife Armida and his children Dante, Clarissa and David, and was a civic leader there and very well respected throughout the community. He was quite a guy! I remember very clearly the day he and tia Armida took me with them to Sears when they were visiting Tucson one year. It was around the time that Sears had just opened, around 1965. They bought me a hamburger at the lunch counter there and it came with fries, in a little boat with an American flag on it. I’ll never forget that. Tia Armida has the softest, sweetest voice, and I remember how nice she was to me that day. Another time, years later around 1982, I took my dad to visit his brothers in Needles, and my car broke down along the way, just outside Yucca, Arizona. Luckily for us, there was a motel a mile or two away that we had just passed down the road, and I called my tio Failo in the middle of the night from the phone booth there and asked him to come and get us, which he did. The next day, he fixed my water pump for me and we were able to continue our little trip. I wasn’t much into fixing cars, and he expressed some annoyance with me because I didn’t want to get near all that yucky, oily mess, but he didn’t hold it against me for long. Like I said, he was quite a guy. He was everyone’s favorite tio.
Uncle Failo in grade school in Superior, Az.. He’s the boy in the center of the top row. His sister Josie, is third girl from the left in the row below him.
August 24, 1945, Arizona Republic . Uncle Failo is listed as being from Gilbert, Az.
Tucson Daily Citizen, March 27, 1946
Ralph and Armida Diaz
From the Needles Desert Star, April 12, 1973. Tio Failo ran for a seat on the local school board, but wasn’t elected, unfortunately.
My dad worked hard all his life, but the mines paid just enough for a large family of eight to get by. Mom would have to work too at times, either at one of the local restaurants in town or at the dry cleaners up the street. To make matters even more challenging, Dad loved to gamble at the dog races. He usually came home empty handed, which always created tension between him and my mother.
My mom and dad in the mid-60s.
One day however, in the summer of 1965, his luck changed and he “struck it rich”. I can still remember him rushing into the house, saying, “Josefina, gane’, gane’!” (Josephine, I won, I won!) Soon after, he bought us new bedroom furniture, and had carpeting installed throughout the house. He even bought us a “new” family car, a 1964 Chevy Nova station wagon, just like the one shown below.
Our car looked just like this…
At the time, my sister Becky was in her senior year at Tucson High School, and my brother Rudy was a year behind her, while my other brother Fred and I were both in grade school. My sister Irene was busy being a wife and mother, and my brother Charles was about to complete the first of a four year commitment with the Navy.
My sister Becky’s senior portrait, Tucson High School, 65-66.
My first grade portrait, taken during the 1965-1966 school year. I was six years old.
We took a couple of extended trips in that car, including a visit to Flagstaff in the summer of 1965, where the big annual Pow Wow was held. (I’ll write about that trip another time.)
My brother Freddie standing by our car in Flagstaff, 1965.
The following summer we went on another excursion, this time to California to visit my dad’s and mom’s relatives and to see my brother Charles, who was stationed in Long Beach a the time.
There were six of us on that trip–dad, mom, my cousin Yolanda, Becky my sister, my brother Fred and me.
My cousin Yolanda
Rudy stayed home.
My brother Rudy during his junior year in high school, 65-66.
We drove through the Arizona desert for what seemed an eternity. I’m sure we stopped at various places to eat and whatnot along the way, but I don’t remember exactly where. I do remember, however getting my mom to buy me this postcard. It’s a miracle that it’s survived all my moves over the years and that I still have it. I loved this picture!
We finally made it to our first destination, Needles, California. My parents had lived there for a short while after World War II, and my dad had two brothers who lived there, his older brother Val, who ran a concrete/construction company, and his younger brother Ralph or Failo as we all called him, who worked for Pacific Gas and Electric. Both men had families and were married to some very nice ladies, my aunt Vera and my aunt Armida. Val’s children, Gabriel, Sylvia and Richard were all around the same ages as my older brothers and sisters, but Uncle Failo’s kids were around my age.
We stayed with Uncle Val and his family.
Aunt Vera and Uncle Val, 1966.
My brother Fred and I with one of our cousin Sylvia’s daughters and Richard, Vera and Val’s nephew, standing outside my uncle’s house. I don’t know why we were barefooted. It was 117 degrees. Our feet were burning!
Uncle Val’s kids had left home by the time we visited, but he and Vera raised one of Vera’s nephews, whose name was Richard. His mother, aunt Vera’s sister, had died at a very young age. We got along really well with him.
We also visited Uncle Failo and his family. Our cousins Dante, Clarissa and David were all around our age, and we had a lot of fun playing with them too.
My uncle Failo, Aunt Armida and their children, Danta, Clarissa and David.
Needles is in the middle of the Mohave desert and in the summer it is brutally hot, but the Colorado River runs through the region, and the locals love to go fishing and boating there. When we visited, we spent a day at the river, and I remember catching my very first fish, which we later cooked and ate. Freddie caught one too. I didn’t go too far out into the water. The undercurrents were deadly, and years before, my mother, sister and Aunt Corina almost drowned there. It scared the living daylights out of me.
From Needles, we headed up north to San Jose and San Francisco. My dad’s sister Josie lived in San Jose and my mom’s sister Dora lived in San Francisco.
Aunt Josie had six kids, Armando, Anna, Theresa, Debbie, Steve and Vicki. At the time, she was married to Joe Rubalcaba, whom she’d met in Tucson in the 40s. By the early Sixties, however, they had settled in San Jose. It was fun getting to know my cousins. Steve is closest in age to me and Fred, and we spent a lot of time with him.
We stayed a short while with Aunt Josie, and soon headed up to South San Francisco, where my mom’s sister Dora lived with her husband Armando and her four children, Margie, Richard, Tish, and Susie.
Aunt Dora and Uncle Armando had a house with a garage, and I clearly remember they had a small back yard. She was a bit stricter than my mom. I remember once that I wanted, after eating a nice cool popsicle, one more, and not getting it because she said no, in a very firm voice. I was used to getting my way and was not a happy camper. Oh well. My mother spoiled me, I suppose. I was always crying.
My cousin Susie was my age, and we had fun playing together. I remember seeing a certificate on my aunt’s wall that was given to her for perfect attendance in the first grade. I was impressed because I was always sick!
Susie Sainz
I also remember that Becky and Yolanda stayed up all night once playing Monopoly with our cousin Ricky and that he had all of the Beatles albums and more. Wow. We were in awe of him.
The San Francisco skyline, 1966.
Our tios took us into San Francisco one day to see the city. We went through various parts of town including Chinatown and also to the Haight Ashbury district to see all the young people hanging out. My parents referred to them as “esos heeppies cochinos”. All I remember is a lot of long hair and dirty feet. They weren’t very clean looking to me either. The photo below doesn’t quite capture what I remember seeing, but its from the era. The district was clogged with cars full of people just like us, coming to the Haight Ashbury to gawk at all the kids.
Later, my tios took my parents out on the town. The rest of us didn’t get to go, because they were going to a “topless” place and we were much too young for that. My dad couldn’t wait!
Mom, Dad, Aunt Dora and Uncle Armando out on the town.
My sister Becky sent my brother Rudy this postcard. I’ve kept it all these years. It’s a relic of the times!
After a few days, it was time to head south to go visit our brother Charles, who at the time was stationed in Long Beach. Becky, who had just graduated from high school, had also recently broken up with her boyfriend Eddie. She needed a change of scenery, so my mom and dad let her stay in San Francisco with my aunt and uncle. It was a major life change for her and for all of us, but she was eager to experience life in a different place. She found a job in the city and lived with my aunt and uncle for over a year. She remembers seeing the members of the Grateful Dead practice in a garage up the street from my aunt’s house, and seeing Janis Joplin at the Avalon Ballroom. She got to experience all kinds of great stuff while she lived there. She was lucky, for sure!
I don’t remember a whole lot about our trip to L.A., except that we had a heck of a time finding lodging along the way. We drove for hours before we found a motel that had any vacancies.
Once we were settled in L.A., we also had to figure out how to get to the naval post in Long Beach. We had trouble finding the right turn off on the freeway and we were late, but luckily, I was the one that spotted the street sign that we were supposed to turn off at, and we finally made it. Carlos was not happy, because we were so late, but at least we got to see him.
My brother Charles in 1965.
While in the L.A. area, we went to Culver City to visit my Aunt Vera’s sister and her husband. My Uncle Val and Aunt Vera met us there, and we stayed for a day or two. I remember tasting bottled water for the very first time while there, and that the houses had no fences. The back yards seemed like a giant sea of green grass. I remember too listening to the radio a lot. Songs like “Lil’ Red Riding Hood”, “Summer In The City”, and “Sweet Pea” were very popular at the time.
My mom and dad with Uncle Val, Aunt Vera and Vera’s sister and husband.
We didn’t go anywhere else after our stop in Culver City. Disneyland would have to wait. I remember that the drive home took forever and I also vividly remember hearing the news on the radio that eight student nurses had been recently murdered in Chicago by a guy named Richard Speck, the same day, July 14, that my sister sent the above postcard to my brother Rudy. I was a little kid and stuff like this made me very scared.
Another little memento from our trip…
It felt good to finally be back home. This was the only family vacation that I ever got to go on with my parents, and I’ll always remember it fondly.
As I look back on this time in my life, I realize that I was just a child, with a child’s world view. My life was consumed with spending time with my nieces and friends and consisted of toys and games and bicycles, with playing at the local park and going to school. I didn’t have a clue about what was happening in the world at large. I never thought about why our country was at war in Viet Nam or about the struggle for civil rights and the racial tensions in the American south. I didn’t know why America’s youth were rebelling, or why my brother Charles joined the Navy rather than wait to be drafted. It never occurred to me that the Navy was considered a safer branch of the military than the Army or Marines. Why didn’t he stay in college? These questions were not for me to ask, much less have answers to, and I suppose I’m grateful that I was allowed to be a kid at the time and that my parents took care of me in the best way they knew how. I’m grateful that Charles made it through those four years of the war and that Becky was able to “do her thing” as a young woman. We all managed to survive these years of turmoil and tension, experimentation and change, and I’m forever grateful to my parents for taking us on this little trip. For a seven year old kid like me, it was the trip of a lifetime.
Uncle Tony as a young man. He was born in Colton, Az., on April 2, 1924, the fifth son of Antonio and Zeferina Diaz.
Uncle Tony, Superior High School basketball team, 1942. He’s third from the left in the bottom row. He was also on the football team. This is from the 1943 Superior High School yearbook, The Prospector.
It’s Uncle Tony’s birthday today. He was born on April 2, 1924 in Colton, Az (according to a State of Az document I have) and he passed away on July 12, 2017. He was my dad Alfred’s younger brother, and they both worked at San Manuel together for many, many years.
What a handsome man! I’m told I look like him. He he he…I wish!
He was married to my Aunt Corina Gonzales, and they had seven children. Early on, they lived in Tucson, but later moved to Oracle, Az.
Aunt Corina and Uncle Tony, sometime in the 50s.
Uncle Tony’s and Aunt Corina’s marriage announcement, Tucson Daily Citizen, March 25, 1947
Denise, Frank, Tony, Paul, Mike, Phil and Susie Diaz, Uncle Tony and Aunt Corina’s children.
This was taken in my mom’s living room. My cousin Phil is shown here with his parents.
I used to love to go to Oracle with my parents for family gatherings. Uncle Tony had an underground barbeque pit and he would love to play host to the entire Diaz clan. All of us cousins would have a blast swinging on the big tire that was hanging from a tree in the arroyo up the street. We would also pick bellotas and play volleyball for hours on end.
One summer, my parents sent my brother Fred and me up to Oracle to spend time with my uncle Tony and his family. There were seven kids in his family, and five of them lived at home at the time, if I’m not mistaken. I was closest in age to Dee Dee and Tony-o. We had a lot of fun hiking in the foothills of the Catalinas and hanging out with our cousins, listening to the Beatles and Bob Dylan. I was a big mama’s boy, so it didn’t take long for my cousins to figure out I was a crybaby, chipili, but I survived the experience. I especially remember that I got along well with my cousin Tony-o. He had a motor scooter and he’d let me ride with him through the streets of Oracle.
He later got killed in a car accident on the road between Oracle and San Manuel. His death was such a tragedy. He was only in his late teens. I often think about my Aunt Corina and how hard it was for her. It was hard for everyone. I hadn’t experienced much death in my life up to that point, and I remember it affected me deeply too.
His wife and my mom were the best of friends.
My my Josephine with Susie and Aunt Corinna
Tony, Carmen, Raul, Josie and Failo
This was taken, I believe at the Tucson Inn back in the early, early 70s during my cousin Susie’s wedding.
I have such fond memories of Uncle Tony. He loved to go hunting, and had a very stern, “macho” manner and a deep, deep voice.
Alfred, Belarmino, Tony and Rafael Diaz.
I miss Uncle Tony. He adored my dad and vice versa. These Diaz men sure were tight!
My dad Alfred, Uncle Tony, my brothers Rudy, Carlos, Fred and me, and my cousin Frankie, one of uncle Tony’s sons.The little boy in the picture is Uncle Tony’s grandchild, Luke. This was taken the day we had my mom’s funeral services. It was a sad day indeed.
Seven of the nine brothers and sisters–Helen, Tony, Mino, Carmen, Failo, Alfredo, and Josie…
In later years, if he didn’t know you, he’d come right out and say, “who the hell are you?” He’d make us all laugh whenever he said that.
Aunt Carmen, Uncle Failo, Aunt Helen, my dad and Uncle Tony in Phil’s back yard at Uncle Tony’s birthday party, April 2012.
Uncle Tony and his family at our first family reunion in 1993. Wish I knew everyone’s names! I know most of them, but not the kids names.
Uncle Failo, my dad Alfredo, Uncle Tony and my niece Michelle at our second family reunion
2007 Family reunion photo of Uncle Tony and his family.
Still together…
He was the last of the Diaz brothers. He lived to be 93.
Today is my Uncle Val’s birthday. He was born on March 11, 1917 in Sonora, Arizona on this day back in 1917. He moved from Superior Az to California in the 1940s with his wife Vera, and he lived there with her until his death in 1998. I remember we took a family vacation back in 1966 and visited him and Uncle Failo and their families. He and my dad got along very well and were always glad to see eachother. I took my dad to visit again in 1982. Uncle Val and Aunt Vera would come to our family gatherings all the time too. He sure was a character! Many of the photos and the stories below were borrowed from my Aunt Josie’s book on the Diaz Family.
This photo was taken in 1966 in Culver City. On the far left are Aurelio and his wife Bisi, Aunt Vera’s sister. Next are my mom and dad, and on the right are my Uncle Val and Aunt Vera.
Aunt Vera and Uncle Val.
Uncle Val, some time in the 1970s.
Uncle Val’s family at our family reunion in Tucson in 1993
Uncle Val’s family at the next reunion in 2007. Seated on the far right is my cousin Natalie, who just won the 2021 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
This was taken in 1977 at my brother Fred’s wedding.
I wasn’t sure if it was my tio Raul’s birthday yesterday or not, but my cousin Carmen just confirmed it, so here’s a tribute to him.
He was born during the Revolution in Mexico, in San Luis Potosi, on February 18, 1913, the same day that his father was born back in 1885 in Asturias, Spain. Because of the war, it wasn’t long before my grandfather, his wife Zeferina, and my tio Raul moved up north to Arizona. He was less than a year old, in fact. My tios Valentin and Mino were born a few years later, in Ray/Sonora, Arizona, a mining town near Superior that is now long gone.
My grandparents with three of their sons–Raul, Val and Mino. Ray/Sonora, Az. circa 1919.
Tio Raul and Tia Prudencia
Uncle Raul and Aunt Prudence married in the late 30s. She was born in Cananea, Sonora, but moved to Superior when she was a young girl.
They ran a bakery and a store together in Superior, and then later he delivered milk to the people of the town and surrounding region. Tio Raul was well known and loved in his community, and was very generous to those in need.
My dad’s cousin Serino, Tio Mino, Tio Raul, Tio Val, my dad Alfredo and Tia Prudencia, around 1945-46.
Tio Raul and Tio Tony
Uncle Raul had tons of cigar boxes all over the place, it seemed. He smoked cigars all the time, and it was rare indeed to ever see him without one hanging from his mouth. …I took a few of these boxes home with me once and still have them somewhere. The lids are falling off because they’re so old.
My cousin Olivia wrote the following for inclusion in our family history book, titled “Diaz Family: Spain To America”. Olivia passed away recently. She was the eldest of all our cousins.
Uncle Raul’s eldest daughter, Olivia.
Alfred and Jo, (my mom and dad), with Uncle Raul and Aunt Prudence, some time in the mid-60s.
I used to love to go up to Superior with my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins to Uncle Raul’s house. It wasn’t very big, but we all managed to fit and we all had plenty to eat. He ran the dairy in Superior and outside was a big refrigerator where he kept the milk and other products he sold. We used to sneak in and help ourselves to chocolate milk all the time. I also loved banging on the old piano that was kept in a closet in one of the rooms. It seems like just yesterday.
The Diaz siblings, sometime in the 70s.
I’ll also never forget the time when we all found ourselves (about 30 of us cousins) in my uncle’s living room with our faces glued to the small black and white television. The Ed Sullivan show was on and his special guests that night were none other than the BEATLES! Wow. This was the first time I’d ever seen them and one of their first ever appearances on national tv. Life sure changed for everyone after that experience. We all became Beatle wannabes. My brother Rudy grew his hair long and joined a band, and we all had our favorites. Mine was Paul…
Tio Raul is seated in between his sisters Carmen and Helen. He always had a cigar in hand. He would give us his cigar boxes to play with when we were kids. My dad, Alfredo, Tio Mino, Tio Raul and Tia Eva, Mino’s wife.
My mom Josephine, Aunt Prudence and Aunt Helen.
Aunt Prudence suffered from arthritis most of her adult life. She preceded Uncle Raul in death at the age of 69 in 1983.
Aunt Prudence’s obituary
Tio Raul died two years later at the age of 72.
Tio Raul’s family at our first family reunion in 1993. Tio Raul’s family at our second family reunion in 2007.
My paternal grandfather, Antonio Díaz Palácios, (1885-1954), was a native of Asturias, Spain.
This is one of several versions of the Diaz family coat of arms. I found this one at the Spanish History Museum in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Asturias, Spain.
Coat of Arms of the Municipality of Morcin, Asturias, Spain.
To learn more about the Kingdom of Asturias, way back in the “olden days”, see this article, titled, “The Asturian Kingdom: Chroniclers and Kings, 791-910”, by Roger Collins, from the book, Caliphs and Kings: Spain, 796-1031, published by Wiley, 2012.
This is a map of the region known as Morcin, which is directly to the south of Oviedo. My grandfather was born in a region (or parish) called San Sebastian de Morcin. It is on the lower left side of the map.
His parents were Josefa Palácios and Valentin Díaz. Valentin’s parents, my great-great grandparents, were Raymundo Fernandez Díaz and Maria Garcia. My grandfather had several siblings, including Soledad Díaz Palacios, Natalia Díaz Palácios, Rosita Díaz, Alfredo Díaz, Elvira Díaz and Belarma Díaz.
My great-great grandparents, Maria Garcia and Raymundo Díaz Fernández.
The house in San Sebastian de Morcín, where my grandfather was born. Another view of my grandfather’s house.
La Carbayosa, the church in San Sebastian de Morcin.
My grandfather was born in 1885, at a time when Spain’s influence and strength as a world power were well on the wane. In the early 1900’s, King Alfonso XIII hoped to gain back Spain’s prestige as a world power, as it had recently suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the US in the Spanish-American War. Flexing its military muscle once again, Spain went to war with Morocco (called the 2nd Rif War) to secure control of Morocco’s mineral wealth. Thousands of young working class Spanish men were drafted as conscripts, while their richer brethren were able to pay their way out of service. It was a bloody war, and many, many lives were lost. This did not sit well with the Spanish people. According to one source, “in 1909, troops embarked for Morocco protested the inequalities of military service. A general strike was proclaimed at Barcelona and other Catalonian cities …” It appears that the people of Asturias felt the same way about the war, and like thousands of other young men who left Asturias during the early twentieth century, my grandfather came to North America to avoid induction into the Spanish Army. He set sail to the Americas from the port of Gijon at the age of 21, never to return to his place of birth.
Port of Gijon, Asturias, Spain
My grandfather’s ship landed in Havana, Cuba in 1906, but after a short period of time, he decided that he did not like it there, as it was under U.S. occupation and there was tension in the air. He landed in Veracruz and worked in the shipyards there for a short while.
The port of Havana
Mexico.My grandfather and his cousin Emilio Palacio are on this list of immigrant arrivals into Texas and Arizona. They are 4th and 5th from the bottom.
By 1907, however, he made his way to the United States, and ended up in the Clifton-Morenci region, working in the mines there. One day my grandfather got into an argument with a bully, who demanded my grandfather give him a cigar, and when my grandfather didn’t comply, he started a fight with him, and he lunged at my grandfather with a knife, barely missing his body. My grandfather grabbed a pool cue and hit the man over the head with it, knocking him out cold.
Clifton, Az. overlooking the river.
Fearing for his life and thinking that he killed the man, my grandfather fled south to Mexico, ending up in Zacatecas, where he worked in the silver mines.
Around 1912, my grandfather met my grandmother, Zeferina Torres Gallegos(1895-1939), a native of the state of Zacatecas. My father said she was from Sombrerete, although others in the family thought she was from the capital of Zacatecas, also called Zacatecas, which is supposedly where they met. I recently discovered their marriage certificate:
Here’s a song about the beautiful city, Zacatecas, Zacatecas.
I’ve also recently discovered additional documentation. Zeferina’s father’s name was Blas Torres Perez. His parents were Seberiano Torres and Diega Perez. They also had other children including Dionisio, Maria, Longinas, Juana, and Nicolas. They baptized Blas on February 4, 1866 at San Matias, Pinos, Zacatecas.
La Parroquia de San Mateos, Pinos, Zacatecas, where my great great grandfather Blas Torres Perez was baptized in 1866.
Blas married Matiana Gallegos in Pinos, Zacatecas on May 10, 1884. He was 18 (b. 1866) and she was only 13. Matiana’s mother’s name was Feliciana Gallegos.
My grandmother had at least two siblings, Epigmenia Simon Torres Gallegos, and Gabina Torres, who died in infancy. Not much else is known about my grandmother’s early life, except that she was from a Spanish family and had a sister who likely moved north to the US as some point. My hunch is that my grandmother was born in Pinos, Zacatecas, as that is where her parents married and the location of her brother Epigmenia Simon’s grave. He died on November 28, 1986 at the age of 85.
Here’s one of a handful of songs about Zacatecas.
Pinos, Zacatecas was likely my grandmother’s place of birth.
My aunt Josie tried very hard to find out more about our grandmother, even going so far as to travel to Zacatecas to find out anything she could about her. She came up with nothing, unfortunately. It didn’t help that she had the names of her grandparents wrong. My grandmothers birth certificate indicates that her parents names were Florentina Garcia and Jose Torres. Not true.
My grandmother Zeferina Diaz Torres.
The Mexican Revolution hit Zacatecas in 1912, and my grandparents moved to San Luis Potosi where they were married at San Pedro, Cerro de San Pedro, San Luis Potosi (San Luis Potosi) on March 26, 1912. My uncle Raul Diaz was born there the following year, in 1913.
Raul Diaz’s baptism record.
In 1915, my grandfather was a payroll manager at the mine at which he worked. One early morning, he found a gun pointed in his face. It was the revolutionaries, demanding money. They took it, along with my grandmother’s wedding dress and other valuables, and left him with these words, “Que no salga el sol, Diaz”…which meant you better be gone by the time the sun comes up!
Here’s a song about the Battle of Zacatecas. My grandparents were in Mexico at the time, and this battle, the bloodiest of the Mexican Revolution, took place just west of where they lived at the time.
San Pedro, Cerro de San Pedro, San Luis Potosi, Mexico, the likely place of my grandparents wedding.
At that point, my grandparents decided to leave Mexico for good. They entered the U.S. through the El Paso port of entry in 1915.
The El Paso Port of Entry in the early 1900’s.
They soon made their way to central Arizona, a region rich in copper mining and jobs. They settled in Ray-Sonora, and lived there for several years. They were one of a handful of Spanish immigrant families living there. Two of my uncles, Valentin and Belarmino, were born in Ray. Valentin was born on March 8, 1917 and Belarmino’s date of birth was February 7, 1919.
Antonio and Zeferina Diaz with their children Raul, Valentin and Belarmino, 1919.
Ray-Sonora, Az.
My grandparents portrait in a brand new frame, May 23, 2020. I had the original photo restored several years ago.
After a few years spent working in the mines, my grandfather fell ill with miner’s consumption, a debilitating lung condition. He left mining behind, and moved his young family to the Verde Valley region of northern Arizona, where he started a dairy farm. My dad grew up working the fields, fishing and delivering milk to the neighboring communities. What a different life it must’ve been! For a quick, historical overview of the region, see the following description: Irrigation in the Verde Valley
The Verde Valley.
During this period, from 1920 to 1936, five more Diaz children, including my father, Alfred T. Diaz, were born and raised in and around Camp Verde. While the Great Depression made it difficult for the family, they got by somehow, even if it meant moving again and again.
1926. Camp Verde schoolchildren, including my dad Alfred and his brother Mino. Both are kneeling on the far left.
The Verde Valley region, where my father was born (Jerome) and raised.
My grandfather managed the UVX Dairy, located in Bridgeport, in the Twenties. I only recently found a photo of this milk container.
1930 Census
Meantime, in the mid to late 30’s, back in Spain, the Spanish Civil War was taking place, and the Republican forces fought some heavy battles against the nationalist fascist forces in my grandfather’s home state of Asturias. The following song, “Asturias” depicts some of the actual footage of the Spanish Civil War. I included it here primarily because the tune is so beautiful. The words are bittersweet when combined with the film footage. (For more information about what is known as the “Asturias Offensive” see this article from Wikipedia).
Around this time, my grandfather moved from the Verde Valley up to Flagstaff and then to Superior, a mining town just south of Globe, where he went back to work in the mines. Along the way, many of his cattle died from the cold, and my dad told me once that cholera had infected other livestock, killing them all off. The Great Depression hit the family hard. One day, my father remembered that our grandfather had gone to the bank to withdraw money, only to find the doors locked and shuttered. He lost practically everything he had.
In 1938, my grandfather’s cousin, Emilio Palacios, who owned a bar in Clemenceau, Az, passed away, within a year or two after his own wife’s passing. My grandfather adopted his nine children and took care of them. Below is an article that appeared in the Arizona Republic in 1938.
The Superior mine smelter.
Superior, Az.
By this time, my grandparents had nine children of their own–Raul, Valentin, Belarmino, Alfredo, Antonio, Rafael, Josefina, Helen and Carmen. Having so many children to care for, and moving so much took its toll on my grandmother. She contracted uterine cancer, and died shortly after the family moved to Superior. She is buried in the cemetary there.
My grandmother’s death certificate. The names of her parents were noted incorrectly, and it took many, many years to realize this. Her real parents were Blas Torres Perez and Matiana Gallegos.
my grandmother is buried in cemetery in Superior, Az. I took this photo back in the 1970s sometime.
1940 Census
Tata and some of his children, including Tony, Josie, Carmen, Helen and Alfredo.
My grandfather and his children, Superior, circa 1940.
My grandfather Antonio with some of his children, including Ralph, Josie, Helen and Carmen. I don’t know who the two smallest girls are.
My grandfather had his hands full after grandmother died. His youngest two daughters, Helen and Carmen, were well below the age of 10. As luck would have it, he met a lady named Angelita, a widow with children of her own. They decided to marry, and remained together until my grandfather died in 1954.
My grandfather and his second wife, Angelita. They were both widowed. Angelita’s first husband, Francisco Ramirez, died in 1941, and my grandmother Zeferina Torres died in 1939. Angelita and Antonio both had several children when they married in the early 1940s, so their household was packed with kids. They were together for over 12 years, until my grandfather’s death in 1954.
Nana Angie with my sister Irene. Angie was her nina. circa 1945.
In the late 40s my grandfather moved his family to Tucson. My dad says he had rented ranches in various places around town, including on Silver Lake Rd. near the Santa Cruz River, up in the Sabino Canyon area by the Rillito River, and also on the other side of town at a ranch formerly known as the Sotomayor Ranch, near River Rd and Oracle Rd.
1950 Census
Nana Angie with one of the family cows.
Aunt Helen and the kids on the ranchMy sister Becky and brothers Charles and Rudy at Tata’s ranch, around 1951-52.Nana Angie, my brother Charles, and my Mom, taking a break…
My four oldest brothers and sisters grew up going to the ranch with my mom and dad on the weekends. Mom loved being there and used to tell us how much she enjoyed spending time with our Nana Angie and our Tata, making tortillas outside, cooking food and sleeping under the stars at night. She would also love to tell us how our Tata would get my brother Carlos to help him milk the cows, and that he sometimes he would squirt milk straight from the cow right into his mouth. Becky says that Tata would get a little tipsy sometimes and get up on a table and dance flamenco, and he would point at all his grandchildren, saying to them, “ustedes son Espanoles!” My sister Irene also fondly recalls our Tata driving her back and forth to school at St. Peter and Paul Elementary school when she was a little girl. He would also sell vegetables that he bought at a discount from the local grocery chains to the people in the poorer sections of town more often than not giving it away to those who could not afford it. He was quite a guy. My brothers and sisters all spoke fluent Spanish as kids. I’m sure he had a lot to do with it. Wish I had known him. I was five years too late!
My father, Alfredo Diaz, at the ranch.
My mom Josephine with my grandfather in the early 50s.
The Arizona Daily Star, October 20, 1953. Selling off the last of the livestock. The move to the house on Riverview was about to happen.
My grandfather moved one last time to a house just north of Speedway on Riverview. He spent his last days there, and died on December 8, 1954. He was 69 years old. He’s buried in Superior, next to his wife Zeferina.
My grandfather’s obituary, Arizona Daily Star, December 10, 1954
The children of Antonio and Zeferina Diaz, circa 1961. Top row: Valentin, Carmen, Helen, Josephine, Raul. Seated: Alfredo, Rafael, Antonio Jr., and Belarmino.
The next generation of Diaz family members at a gathering in Superior in the mid-70s.
Nana Angie lived a long time. She never left the house on Riverview.
My mom’s brother Eduardo Rascon was born on February 8, 1926 in Superior, Arizona. He was the second of five children born to Josefa Ortega and Donato Rascon.
Uncle Eddie’s birth certificate
At one point, I had a photo of him as an adult. It was taken at my mom’s house and in the photo with him was my aunt Dora. I loaned the photo to my tio Donato, and unfortunately he never gave it back, so the only photos I have to share are ones from his childhood.
Uncle Eddie and his siblings. He’s the one seated in the middle. The other children are Dora on his left, my mom Josefina standing above him, and his brother Donato on the right. Tia Mary was either too young or not yet born when this photo was taken. Uncle Eddie in grammar school in Superior Arizona. He is in the second row from the bottom and the fourth boy from the left in that row. This photo was probably taken in 1931-32. Uncle Eddie and my mom at their first holy communion in Superior Az, mid-30s.
Uncle Eddie had his share of troubles. When he was young, he had a few run-ins with the law and was put in jail for having, along with another young guy, stolen someone’s car. He was called up to serve in the military in the mid-40s, although I’m not sure in which branch he served, or even if he actually did serve. The article below is from the December 3, 1948 edition of the Arizona Daily Star. Uncle Eddie’s name is included in the list of young men from Tucson who were called in for a pre-induction physical.
In 1958, Uncle Eddie married Maria Luisa Canez (Mary Lou) when he was 32 and she was 30, and they had two children. A son named Ruben died in infancy and another, Eduardo Jr., is my age and lives in Tucson, if I’m not mistaken, but I haven’t seen him in many years. The family used to live way out in Flowing Wells, and they had a gorgeous antique buffet, that my grandmother held onto for the longest time. It’s funny how one remembers these things…
My tios divorced in 1970 and Uncle Eddie lived alone for a long time in a trailer in South Tucson. He was a gardener for the University of Arizona. I distinctly remember him raking the grounds outside the Social Sciences building while I was in class one year. I was always happy to see him and I made sure to say hello whenever I ran into him on campus. I remember that my mom was very fond of him too.
Uncle Eddie died on July 8, 1997 and is buried at the Holy Hope Cemetery in Tucson.
Today, February 7, 2020, is my late uncle Belarmino Diaz’s 101st birthday. (02/07/1919-06/16/2005). He was born in 1919 in Ray, Arizona if I’m not mistaken (could’ve been somewhere in the Verde Valley), and was closest in age to my dad, who was born the following year in Jerome, Az.
Camp Verde, Az, schoolchildren, mid 1920s. Uncle Mino is in the bottom row in the middle. My father, Alfredo is to his left.
My dad’s family, Superior, Az. (late 30s or early 40s). Uncle Mino is in the back, between my Uncle Raul and my dad.
Uncle Mino is third fom the left, flanked by my father Alfredo and my uncle Val. A cousin named Serino is on the far left. This photo was likely taken in the early 1940s in Superior, Az.
I remember my uncle well, although I never spent a lot of time around him, at least not as much as my other uncles. He was probably the quietest of all the siblings in my dad’s family. He was a World War II veteran and served in the US Army. He and his wife Eva, whom he married in 1944, settled in Phoenix and lived there the rest of their lives.
Uncle Mino and his wife Eva Delgado.
They had three children, Belarmino Jr., James, and Helen. At the time of my aunt’s death in 2003, they also had 7 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren.
The only times I ever saw Tio Mino and his family were when we had big family gatherings in Superior, Oracle or Tucson. The above photo was taken in 2007 at one such gathering, our second family reunion. Below is a photo of another such event, back in the early 60s in Superior. Uncle Mino is seated on the far right.
At a family gathering in Superior, early 60s.
Uncle Mino is in the middle. He’s wearing glasses. This was taken in the 1970s sometime.
Uncle Mino and Aunt Eva
At the Diaz Family Reunion, 1993
Tia Eva’s obituary
My cousin Helen Molina, tio Mino’s daughter, wrote a beautiful tribute to her dad and mom in the book “Diaz Family, Spain to America: A Story of An American Family”. (It’s available for sale at lulu.com). She shares a lot of details about my tio that are quite interesting, including the fact that he was a male nurse in the Army and that he sailed home from Europe on the Queen Mary after the war.
Tio Mino’s Obituary, Arizona Republic, June 22, 2005
Some of my uncle Mino’s children and grandchilren. Helen is seated in the middle and Jimmy is to her right. At the Diaz Familly Reunion, 2007
I sure miss my tios and my dad. These family gatherings were some of the happiest times of my childhood. Aunt Helen and Carmen are still with us. The rest have all passed, but their memory lives on! Que viva la Famila Diaz de Supirio, Arizona!