<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426</id><updated>2011-06-08T00:42:05.944-06:00</updated><category term='Rivera'/><category term='poesias'/><category term='Sanchez'/><category term='Juan'/><category term='Visitation'/><category term='UIC'/><category term='CVS'/><category term='Garfield Blvd'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Halsted'/><category term='Infanson'/><category term='Borniquen'/><category term='Burns Building'/><category term='Tilden Tech'/><category term='Juan Rivera'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='55th Street'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Puerto Rico'/><category term='Club San Jose'/><category term='Sara Sanchez'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Visitation High School'/><category term='poems'/><category term='myeloma'/><title type='text'>The Kids of 55th Street</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog is dedicated to all whom 55th Street in Chicago was a significant crossroad in their lives.  Come share your memories and stories with "The Kids of 55th Street"!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-2302436942600353280</id><published>2008-04-21T10:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:47:36.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Rivera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tilden Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burns Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rivera'/><title type='text'>Juan Rivera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I attended a memorial service on April 21st for another "kid" from 55th street. It was a moving service for all who were there. There were many "kidz" in attendance, I'm sure I didn't recognize half of them. I knew Juan only as Juanita's husband but he was a well loved person and I was proud to be there to remember him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our hearts go out to Juanita, her children and to his sister Nilda for their loss. To them I send them this lovely poem which was read at my mother's funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There Is No Death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no death. The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his departure. You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, that spirit looking out of other eyes, talking to you in the familiar things he touched, worked with, loved as familiar friends. He lives on in your life and in the lives of all other that knew him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angelo Patri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those of you far away who could not attend, following is a brief bio handed out to us at the service that I want to share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/SAy-L2z-8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/rpyladAzmJ8/s1600-h/Juan+Rivera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191733581352727170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/SAy-L2z-8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/rpyladAzmJ8/s320/Juan+Rivera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In Memoriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Juan Alberto Rivera was born on May 8, 1951 in Vega Baja, Puerto Rico and is preceded in death by his parents Apolinar Rivera-Martinez and Rosa Otero-Ortiz. The family moved to Chicago while Juan and his only sibling Nilda Rivera were still very young. In 1955, they moved to Woodlawn, a small Puerto Rican community located in the city’s south side where Juan attended St. Cyril Grammar School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the family moved to the Puerto Rican community centered around 55th and Halsted. He attended Visitation Grammar School and then Tilden Tech High School graduating in 1970. Upon graduation Juan entered the University of Illinois-Chicago Campus (then called circle Campus) graduating in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science, with a minor in Latin American History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying at the University of Illinois-Chicago (UIC), Juan was struck by the fact that, although the university was located in the heart of the city with a population of over 250,000 Puerto Ricans, the number of Puerto Rican students as compared to the total population was disproportionate. In addition, the university did not offer courses related to the History of Puerto Rico or the experience of Puerto Ricans here in the United States. Juan began to reach out to other Puerto Rican students who were troubled by the status quo of UIC and wanted change. Along with Mexican students who also felt under represented at the university, Juan and others began a series of meetings with UIC administration. These meetings became confrontational and contributed to the formation of Juan’s political and social views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the demands of the students were modest, the attitude of the university was hostile and threatening. Juan was faced with a life altering decision to either go along with the status quo and get his degree or fight a major public institution and risk expulsion. Juan courageously chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless meetings, demonstrations, pickets, sit-ins, rallies and even civil disobedience, UIC relented and the Latin American studies Program was founded. This program evolved into the Latin American Recruitment and Educational Services (LARES). Juan was also instrumental in demanding the university provide a physical space for Latino Students to study and host social and cultural programs. This space was named the Rafael Cintrón-Ortiz Center. All these programs continue to exist and function successfully at UIC 36 years later. They are a living testament to Juan’s commitment, work and love for his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon graduation Juan began to work in social services in the Pilsen-Little Village area of the city. Juan worked for close to 25 years as a Public Health Educator at the Cook County Jail. Juan also became active in various Puerto Rican community and political organizations. Among these, the Puerto Rican Cultural Center, Committee to Stop Grand Jury Repression, Committee to Free the five Puerto Rican Nationalist Prisoners and its successor, the National Committee to Free Puerto Rican Political Prisoners and Prisoners of War, La Colectiva Pedro Albizu Campos and El Movimiento de LiberaciónNacional-Puertorriqueño (MLN). Juan was also active in providing recreational activities for young people on the south side of Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September of 1976, Juan married Juanita Medina and together they have three children, David, Angel Cristóbal and Alicia Yamil. His grandson Angel Apolinar and his sister Nilda also survive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout Juan’s life he dearly loved his family and was devoted to them. He was a loving and caring husband, father, son, and friend. Juan never turned anyone down who needed help. Even as his health deteriorated, Juan found the strength to help his ailing father. Juan was never too sick to help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives are better today because of Juan Rivera. All who had the honor and privilege of knowing him will miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rest in Peace Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks, Norma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afterthought:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please feel free to leave comments by clicking on the comments tab at the bottom of the post.  The first comment was from Nilda (Juan's sister) which I put in for her.  She comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Norma-Thank you so much for your blog on my brother Juan. There were so many people at his memorial that I know I missed a few.   It meant alot to us to see to have so many share a celebration of his life. I will miss him. Please post this on your blog."           Nilda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-2302436942600353280?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/2302436942600353280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=2302436942600353280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/2302436942600353280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/2302436942600353280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2008/04/juan-rivera.html' title='Juan Rivera'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/SAy-L2z-8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/rpyladAzmJ8/s72-c/Juan+Rivera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-8454335942028562881</id><published>2007-11-08T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:17:34.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tilden Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation'/><title type='text'>Mini Reunions</title><content type='html'>Since my last posting I have had the privilege of getting together with some of the "kidz".  I have been able to see Luz &amp;amp; Tom Cotto, Angel Agosto, Mimi Yerkovich, Luciano (Donald),  (Wendy) Midna Rodriguez, Myriam Sanchez and Archie Sanchez Velasquez,  Delberto (Moose) Medina, Juanita Rivera (Medina).... let's see am I missing anyone... of course my Florida family whom I've been with all my life, but those reading this may not have seen them since we lived on good 'ole 55th street.   Those are of course, Jesse &amp;amp; Mara Veguilla Cortes, Carmen (Millie) Veguilla Manly.  It is always good to get together with those you grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a 'member game (that's short for remember... 'member?) OK... 'member those dances at 'el cloob' (that's club) San Jose?  Boy!  I 'member that mom use to use it as a bomb over our heads.  "Si no terminan todos los que haceres no van a ninguna parte hoy!"  'member?  Man,  you have never seen three sisters work so hard, and 'member we still had to put the curlers in our hairs, pluck the eyebrows, and shave the legs!  But it was all worth while.  We'd get to the dance and there we sat with our curly hair (of course in the summer that would turn to friz before the evening was out!). We would sit there at a long table with Mom and Dad lookin' on to see who was going to ask us to dance... YIKES!  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RzMeq_pBInI/AAAAAAAAABU/vOPhp9S9INw/s1600-h/Dance+Nite+at+Club+SJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RzMeq_pBInI/AAAAAAAAABU/vOPhp9S9INw/s320/Dance+Nite+at+Club+SJ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130478124491940466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! 'member?  We were all having such a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad at the end of the table (sigh..)  Brings back memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...  Speak up if you see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone 'member the granny party we had at Donald and Blanca Rodriguez's house?  I myself made about five granny gowns for myself and my friends.  The guys wore  these funky looking shirts to match with our dresses and we danced.... and we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone 'member that the "Daughters of Mary"/"Hijas de Maria" wrote and produced their very own Christmas pageant and we put the whole affair on at the Visitation High School  auditorium.... how did we get that? Anyone 'member that?  If I 'member correctly it was pretty darn good.  Can we have some reviews?... Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm done going down 'member lane for today.  Hope all my buddies, and I know you are out there... somewhere, are doing well.  Drop a comment so we can all know where you are and what you are doing... come on, don't be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, Norma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-8454335942028562881?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/8454335942028562881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=8454335942028562881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/8454335942028562881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/8454335942028562881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/08/mini-reunions.html' title='Mini Reunions'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RzMeq_pBInI/AAAAAAAAABU/vOPhp9S9INw/s72-c/Dance+Nite+at+Club+SJ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-5355981400637719942</id><published>2007-03-27T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:40:57.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You from The Sanchez Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I received a note from Myriam Sanchez that she wanted me to post on the blog for her. These are her words all I have done is post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Sanchez family would like to thank everyone who contributed in some way to Sara's physical, emotional and spiritual needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are humbled by the exceptional love and care that you bestowed upon her especially the last few weeks of her life. The idea of using the blog to obtain help for&lt;br /&gt;Sara was greatly appreciated.  Norma, thank you for your contribution of updates&lt;br /&gt;on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesse &amp;amp; Emilio the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt; were awesome. Thank you for all the hard work and thought you both put into this labor of love you created. The songs were all wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For those of you who visited Sara at the hospital and brought her food and flowers.... our deepest gratitude. We are incredibly grateful for your show of support and your prayers. We were able to give Sara a lovely funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In conclusion, thank you all for everything... what wonderful and loyal friends you all proved to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Love, THE SANCHEZ FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-5355981400637719942?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/5355981400637719942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=5355981400637719942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/5355981400637719942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/5355981400637719942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-you-from-sanchez-family.html' title='Thank You from The Sanchez Family'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-1224845191210805776</id><published>2007-03-10T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:52:10.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club San Jose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tilden Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield Blvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Hey! I know that there are a lot of us out there, but I never hear from any of you. With this post it is my hope that some of you will come out from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how this works... you can all make comments on this blog! YES. Just click on on the "comment" link at the bottom of the post and you can say all you want to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I feel like I'm all alone out here I'd like to suggest that we all get to know each other again. Just click on comments for this posting and let us know who you are and what you have been doing with your life. If you want me to post a picture for you just e-mail the file to me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"rivera.norma AT gmail DOT com"&lt;/span&gt; (sorry for the crude e-mail description, but my son assures me it's the "quick and dirty" way of avoiding many "SPAM BOTS".  He's so technical sometimes...) and I'll do my best to make you look good! (That could be a problem at our age!.. but not me, I look good!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Or even better maybe we can have some now and then pictures! The sky's the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other service I can offer is that if you have a link that you would like me to put on this blog, let me have the link and after looking at it (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;just to make sure there is no porn involved&lt;/span&gt;), I'll post it here. I already have two links posted, one for my business (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm shameless&lt;/span&gt;) and one for my husband Julio... which is a blog that is quite empty right now... he isn't inspired yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, the stage is set and we (those of us who have been checking the blog out) would like to know where the rest of you guys are. Let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, Norma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-1224845191210805776?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/1224845191210805776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=1224845191210805776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1224845191210805776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1224845191210805776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-3830794567804574666</id><published>2007-03-06T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:01:01.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been a time of awareness for me and quite a few of my very dear old friends.  With the event of Sara's passing we all have become aware of something that we know but don't see the real meaning of it until we loose someone.  I have always known that we should always try to keep in touch with those that we hold dear for tomorrow may come and they won't be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sara's wake this past Friday and met up with several old friends and as usual started talking right where we had left off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a visit from two old friends that I had not seen for more than a year and we took up the same old habits that we always had.  They came by because of Sara and because they were in church and hearing a sermon about not loosing touch with those you care about.  This seems to be the theme for us all this past month.  I hope that we all take care of old friendships and not wait to meet up at a wake to realize that we should of stayed in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone of you call that old friend that has been on your mind but you just have not made the time to get back with.  Tomorrow may be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this poem about friends... somehow it seems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends, but keep the old;&lt;br /&gt;Those are silver, these are gold.&lt;br /&gt;New-made friendships, like new wine,&lt;br /&gt;Age will, mellow and refine.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships that have stood the test--&lt;br /&gt;Time and change--are surely best;&lt;br /&gt;Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship never knows decay.&lt;br /&gt;For 'mid old friends, tried and true,&lt;br /&gt;Once more we reach and youth renew.&lt;br /&gt;But old friends, alas! may die;&lt;br /&gt;New friends must their place supply;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish friendships in your breast--&lt;br /&gt;New is good, but old is best;&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends, but keep the old;&lt;br /&gt;Those are silver, these are gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joseph Parry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, Norma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-3830794567804574666?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/3830794567804574666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=3830794567804574666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/3830794567804574666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/3830794567804574666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-6972433372202794534</id><published>2007-02-28T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:55:25.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Sanchez 1949-2007</title><content type='html'>It is with sadness that I report that Sara has lost her battle with cancer.  She passed away on February 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 2007 at around 7:00 pm.   She was surrounded with love by her mother and father and sisters at the time of her death.  We would like to express our deepest condolences to her family for their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sara will be waked at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Funeral Home                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2644 N. Central Ave.                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Chicago, IL                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;773-622-1488                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Friday from 2:00 pm to 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Services on Saturday at 10:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Internment at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maryhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cemetary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; immediately  following services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;8600 N. Milwaukee Ave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Niles, IL 60714&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;847-823-0982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memory of Sara I'll leave you with this poem by James Whitcomb Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot say, and I will not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That she is dead.  She is just away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has wandered into an unknown land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And left us dreaming how very fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It needs must be since she lingers there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you-O you, who the wildest yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the old-time step and the glad return-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think of Her faring on, as dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the love of there as the love of here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think of her still as the same, I say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is not dead-she is just away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 490px; height: 100px;" class="listingdetailtbl" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="header" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2" align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="phoneetc" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-6972433372202794534?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/6972433372202794534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=6972433372202794534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/6972433372202794534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/6972433372202794534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/sara-sanchez-1949-2007.html' title='Sara Sanchez 1949-2007'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-581176348517565440</id><published>2007-02-25T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:45:08.585-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Sanchez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tilden Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield Blvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation'/><title type='text'>LOVE YA................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="q"&gt;Yesterday I received one of those e-mails that, although it's a chain mail sort of thing, it did remind me how fragile life is.  So I thought I would share it with all of you who have been "dashes" (from an earlier post) in my life.  Most of those who visit this blog are looking for and wanting to reconnect with some of their "dashes" because it is so important to thank all those persons who made them what they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/ReGrVIFrU-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sl2ufrf8mU8/s1600-h/sara_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/ReGrVIFrU-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sl2ufrf8mU8/s320/sara_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035494237813822434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;Today with the sadness of Sara and her family this little poem has a deep meaning.  I hope you all enjoy it.... and ....LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;LOVE YA................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;One morning you will never wake up . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;Do all your friends know you  love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;I could die today, tomorrow or next week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;friendships that needed rekindling or&lt;br /&gt;three words needing to be said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;Let every one of your friends know you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;Even if you think they don't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;you would be amazed at what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;those three little words and a smile can do.&lt;br /&gt;And just in case GOD calls me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;before I see you again....... I LOVE YA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;....Live today to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;because tomorrow is not promised...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks for being A FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the "Sara Sanchez Update" post for more information about Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Another thought, on the right hand side of the blog page you will see some links to other sites.  If you would like to see your link there,  just send me an e-mail at rivera.norma@gmail.com and we will preview it and  add it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-581176348517565440?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/581176348517565440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=581176348517565440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/581176348517565440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/581176348517565440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-ya.html' title='LOVE YA................'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/ReGrVIFrU-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sl2ufrf8mU8/s72-c/sara_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-2816411152585567367</id><published>2007-02-22T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:48:40.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Sanchez Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/Rd5cZYFrU9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/P_QbKLUGn_s/s1600-h/sara_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563024479540178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/Rd5cZYFrU9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/P_QbKLUGn_s/s320/sara_edited.jpg" border="0" height="119" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest update on Sara.  Tomorrow they are going to evaluate her and she may be sent home with hospice care.  The treatments are not working for her any longer.  Sara's organs are beginning to shut down and there is nothing left to do but wait.   She is on medication to control the pain and all of this can be done from her home.  It is the wish of her parents to have her at home where she can be cared for by her family together with hospice care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her family is now making funeral arrangements, and for anyone who has gone through this ordeal you know the costs involved in it.  They are in dire need of financial assistance.  We are asking that everyone donate as much as possible for the funeral expenses. We thank everyone who has already donated and ask if it is possible for an extra donation from you. To those who are planning to and have not yet done so please do so as soon as possible the need is urgent for Sara's family.  It is a heartbreaking time for this family, so to  struggle to keep a float financially also,  is an extra burden that no one should have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance for any help you may give.  This is a work of God that can only be repaid in heaven.  Please note again the family address to send any donations to or the account number for direct deposits. Also do not forget that an oldies CD has been created by Jesse and Emilio to give to anyone who donates to Sara and her family.  So send in your donations and get the CD.  There has been someone who donated cash (Thank you so much for that) and did not leave a name, if you are interested in the CD please let Miriam know who you are and she will get the CD to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mail to: Miriam I. Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5032 N Leonard Drive Apt 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Norridge, Il 60706&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PLEASE SEND DONATIONS IN TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another favor, please leave comments when you visit as it is the only way we know that people have seen our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you, Norma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-2816411152585567367?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/2816411152585567367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=2816411152585567367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/2816411152585567367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/2816411152585567367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/sara-sanchez-update.html' title='Sara Sanchez Update'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/Rd5cZYFrU9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/P_QbKLUGn_s/s72-c/sara_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-1123489316022562650</id><published>2007-02-15T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:47:03.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Sanchez'/><title type='text'>Sara Sanchez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RdS9W9fbRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CsHr1INyaGA/s1600-h/sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RdS9W9fbRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CsHr1INyaGA/s320/sara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031854885840832290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a reminder of why this blog was started.   We heard that Sara is terminally ill with cancer and we were told that her family is taking care of her the best that they possibly can.  Sara does not have insurance and in these days that amounts to financial hardships.  We are trying to get donations for Sara and her family to try and help them out.  An oldies CD has been created by Jesse and Emilio to give to anyone who donates to Sara and her family.   Let me tell you these two guys have all the best oldies you can think of so that CD is probably worth it.  So send in your donations and get the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first posting about Sara again and also included is an old photo of Sara so that we may better remember her.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;Sara is 57 years old and spent most of her adult years in the Beauty Salon Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;She grew up on the west side, married Sam Infanson and lived on the south side for a few years and then moved to the north side and started working in the beauty salon business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;She and Sam were married for approximately seven to eight years. They did not have any children. They divorced and she never remarried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;She has been diagnosed with multiple myeloma, which has developed into Leukemia. She is currently in the hospital because of bad white cells and her hemoglobin has gone down. The hospital is Our Lady of Resurrection. I don’t know how long she will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;She has been living at home with her mom and dad. Her sisters, Archie and Miriam, along with brother Orlando have been helping her as much as they can. Sarah does not have life insurance or medical insurance coverage, which has put the family in dire financial straits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;If anyone wants to help, here is some info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;Miriam I. Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;5032 N Leonard Drive&lt;br /&gt;Apt 1A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;Norridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;, Il 60706&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-1123489316022562650?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/1123489316022562650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=1123489316022562650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1123489316022562650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1123489316022562650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/sara-sanchez_15.html' title='Sara Sanchez'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YysoZNzqoBE/RdS9W9fbRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CsHr1INyaGA/s72-c/sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-3841242957559920571</id><published>2007-02-14T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:01:12.105-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borniquen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Rico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 451px; height: 837px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 328.8pt;" valign="top" width="438"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.2pt; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="_Ref94948682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Ref94948657"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Ref94929333"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Ref94928717"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" name="_Toc94927846"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;In Honor of Valentines Day here is a poem penned by my father, the poet, which shows his love for the Island of Enchantment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.2pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc94927846"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.2pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc94927846"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.2pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc94927846"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Fibras de Borincano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.2pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 161.4pt;" valign="top" width="215"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puerto Rico campo verde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de café, caña y tabaco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flores de perfumes gratos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que en la montaña se pierde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blanca sabana que tiende&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la majestusa llanura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guajana de caña pura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que en la bajura se ve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y en la montaña el café&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;une el llano con la altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El horizonte lejano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;viste de rojo color&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anuncia el gallo cantór&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amanecer Borincano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el césped fresco y lozano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va evaporando el rocío&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y en las mañanas de estío&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;más bonito es el color&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;del campo con su verdor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puerto Rico encanto mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 167.4pt;" valign="top" width="223"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 8pt 0in 0.0001pt 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al descorrer el telón&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de noche primaveral&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se nota el blanco sendal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de nieblas en cada rincón&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el hombre trabajador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contento va a sus quehaceres&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buscando los menesteres&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para la lucha empezar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;las dos yuntas va a enyugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siguiendo su prosederes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 8pt 0in 0.0001pt 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jíbaro que canta y reza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;labra tu suelo fecundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;con un cariño profundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soportando su pobreza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sin temores ni pereza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -4.8pt 0.0001pt 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;habre el surco siembra el grano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;llevando en su tosca mano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la misión que ha de cumplir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para así poder vivir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;con fibras de un borincano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you liked this poem you can enjoy his other wonderful poetry in his published book .  To purchase a copy of "Como Soy Buen Jardinero" by Nazario Veguilla (El Jibaro Neto) just send a request and instructions to Carmen Manly at cmanly@adelphia.net.  The cost for an autographed copy is $20 US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, I have no financial gain to get by recommending this book.  The profits from any sales of this book go directly to subsidize my father's meager social security income.  (never mind that he worked his butt off to contribute to said fund for over 50 years!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-3841242957559920571?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/3841242957559920571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=3841242957559920571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/3841242957559920571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/3841242957559920571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-honor-of-valentines-day-here-is-poem.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-8686944296056455953</id><published>2007-02-13T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:32:22.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashing</title><content type='html'>I recently was visiting a website that my son, Nelson, brought to my attention.  (I'll share that website with you at the end of this post. )  I saw a link for a short movie called "The Dash" and being the curious person that I am I clicked on it... Then I thought of her,  my mother who passed away ten years ago (it seems like yesterday to me).  It got me to thinking about my mother's "dash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Luz Maria Veguilla 1928-1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dash is the most important information about my mother's life... that is soooo true. My mother put a lot of life in that dash and so should we all.  We go through life so busy and we don't think about "the dash" until you get to a certain age, possibly my age... and you wonder if you're dash has been good enough.  I've reminiced about my life so far and I think my mom would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that we can all review our dashes right here in this blog so we can all know that our dashes have been worth the ride between years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no connection to this site other than I have enjoyed a few of the movies I have seen there.  They are about three minutes long.  Here is the link to the movie "The Dash" enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thedashmovie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-8686944296056455953?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/8686944296056455953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=8686944296056455953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/8686944296056455953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/8686944296056455953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/dashing.html' title='Dashing'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-836914128202044526</id><published>2007-02-12T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:41:59.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Sanchez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanchez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infanson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myeloma'/><title type='text'>Sara Sanchez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;It is unfortunate that one of the first few posts to this blog is on a sad note, but as we all know life is a cycle and sometimes that cycle will stop short for some of us. There is one of our "kids" who is not doing well. Here is the story of Sara Sanchez as related to us by her brother and sister, Miriam and Archie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;Miriam gave us a brief bio this morning to be posted to the blog. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;Sarah is 57 years old and spent most of her adult years in the Beauty Salon Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;She grew up on the west side, married Sam Infanson and lived on the south side for a few years and then moved to the north side and started working in the beauty salon business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;She and Sam were married for approximately seven to eight years. They did not have any children. They divorced and she never remarried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;She has been diagnosed with multiple myeloma, which has developed into Leukemia. She is currently in the hospital because of bad white cells and her hemoglobin has gone down. The hospital is Our Lady of Resurrection. I don’t know how long she will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;She has been living at home with her mom and dad. Her sisters, Archie and Miriam, along with brother Orlando have been helping her as much as they can. Sarah does not have life insurance or medical insurance coverage, which has put the family in dire financial straits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;If anyone wants to help, here is some info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;Miriam I. Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;5032 N Leonard Drive&lt;br /&gt;Apt 1A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;Norridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;, Il 60706&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-836914128202044526?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/836914128202044526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=836914128202044526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/836914128202044526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/836914128202044526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/sara-sanchez.html' title='Sara Sanchez'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710097067525995426.post-1692308366847089217</id><published>2007-02-10T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:43:43.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55th Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halsted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield Blvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitation'/><title type='text'>The Kids of 55th Street</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blog of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The Kids of 55th Street"&lt;/span&gt;.  This blog was created to share the stories and relive the memories of growing up on 55th Street in Chicago.  However, this isn't just about one person's recount of 55th Street.  We want to invite everyone to share their stories and memories, as well as tell us about where you are today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you will enjoy the stories here at this Web site and hope that this will be the launching pad of everything for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The Kids of 55th Street"&lt;/span&gt;.  However, we need everyone's help to make this a success.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We need your help&lt;/span&gt; in finding the "lost" kids of 55th Street.  Make sure to forward the link to this Web site to all of the "kids" you have kept in contact with from 55th Street over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not hesitate to contact us with your stories and even offer to be one of the "kids" we profile here at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The Kids of 55th Street"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710097067525995426-1692308366847089217?l=55th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/feeds/1692308366847089217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=710097067525995426&amp;postID=1692308366847089217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1692308366847089217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710097067525995426/posts/default/1692308366847089217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://55th.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-of-55th-street.html' title='The Kids of 55th Street'/><author><name>Norma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505452557011622528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
