The person I am honoring for Dia de los Muertos is my dad. His name was Kestler Heitritter. My dad had Black hair, the same skin color as me, and he was 6 foot. I would describe my dad as Loving, athletic, and caring. I am honoring my dad even though he hasn’t passed away yet.
My first memory with my dad is when we went on a Father-Son campout. We went fishing and both of us caught fish, and then we released them back into the stream. It was special because I caught a big fish, and it was my first fish i ever caught. I felt very happy because, I was just spending time with my dad. My second memory with my dad was at my house for my 9th birthday. It was special because I got a lot of presents and i even got my own Ipod Touch! I felt very excited,
because it was my 9th birthday. I remember my Dad for eating everything on his plate, because he loved food, and he always worked very hard. Some examples of working hard is that he used to wake up at 5:45 and get ready to teach seminary. Then he had to drive from seminary to where he works at Walgreens, and he would work from 7 am to 5 pm. After that every day except Wednesday he would coach soccer practice, and on Wednesday he would, teach 11 year old scouts. On Saturdays he would coach soccer games almost all day from 8 to 3 in the afternoon, and Sunday was the only day he would get off all these things, to rest and have time with his family. I remember he smelled like Deodorant, the kind that I really liked, and he loved country Music, and the Soccer team Arsenal. I will honor him by Working as hard as I can, and doing my best. If he was here today, I think he would be proud of my accomplishments.
"After Mexico gained it's independence from Spain in 1821, it faced internal power struggles that left it in a volatile state of rebellion and instability for years." In 1846, the Mexican government, under the dictator Santa Anna, went to war with the United States. As an outcome of that war, Mexico lost a large amount of land--the land we now know as Texas. In 1854, Juan Alvarez and his troops led a successful revolt to drive Santa Anna out of power. One of Alvarez's strongest supporters was a man by the name of Benito Juarez, a Zapotec Indian leader. In 1855, Juarez became the minister of Justice under the new regime and issued two new controversial laws. One denied the right of the church and military courts to try civilian cases and the other made the sale and distribution of church lands legal. Many people disagreed with these laws and for three years a civil war raged between the two sides. In 1861 Juarez took control of the capital, Mexico City, and put his new Constitution into effect. Not only had Juarez's laws split the country, they had caused the civil war that left Juarez in debt to Spain, England, and France. The three countries were concerned about the debt, so they held a meeting in London, at which Spain and Britain decided to waive the debt in exchange for military control of the Custom House in Vera Cruz. France did not agree to these terms and invaded Mexico in 1861 in hopes of defeating the country and disposing of Juarez. The French troops--deemed among the best trained and equipped in the world--marched into the city of Puebla on May 5, 1862, expecting no resistance. The French army consisted of 6,000 men under the command of Marshal Lorencz. The French were met by an armed force of 2,000 peasants under the command of General Ignacio Zaragoza. The Mexican guerilla forces successfully defended their positions and attacked and drove back the French forces. Victory, however, was short lived. Within a year, France had successfully conquered Puebla and the rest of Mexico, and went on ruling there until 1867 when Juarez was once again restored to power. He ruled the country until his death in 1872. Cinco de Mayo, therefore, does not celebrate Mexico's independence, rather it symbolizes "the right of the people to self determination and national sovereignty, and the ability of non-Europeans to defend those rights against modern military organizations.
The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be! And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be. Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810. And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.
“Honoring our heritage. Building our culture.” What can you picture in your head while reading this? Do feel honored? Maybe special? Probably phenomenal? Well, this year's Hispanic Heritage month’s theme has brought to us a meaningful, and inspiring perspective on how Latinos are becoming more honored. Not only honored by their country, and other Spanish countries, but also being honored by the United States. Hispanics have impacted our nation through their solid responsibility to family, confidence, and diligent work. They have put in the effort and time to represent their Latino/a background. They have improved and formed our national character by looking back at what their ancestors would do. These hispanics deserve the right to be honored
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
A long time ago more than 500 years ago, there were Spanish Conquistadors who had landed in what is now referred to as central Mexico. Once here they stumbled upon populations of natives who were performing a customary celebration that appeared to simulate death. Dia de los Muertos initiated periods in the past in Mexico, where it is still commonly celebrated to this generation. This festival that takes place over 3 days is a assortment of pre-Hispanic ethnic views and Spanish Catholic philosophies. The Mexican celebration of Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, proceeds over the initial 2 days in the month of November. Its beginnings are a concoction of Native American behaviors and a set of Catholic celebrations. The celebration concentrates
The roots for this celebration can be found in other literary celebrations and programs, including Children’s Book Week and National Library Week as well as summer reading programs and programs like Every Child Ready to Read. Typically these programs seek to focus attention on the joy of reading, sharing books, and encouraging literacy.
I am going to tell you about a famous, yet kinda eerie celebration that takes place in mexico. This is a tradition celebrated by the Mexican Natives, most Mexican Americans (including myself) don’t even acknowledge this day, unless they happen to be visiting mexico at the time of this event.
In this Essay, I will enlighten you about the “Dia de los Muertos” in the Spanish culture. It will contain the history of the holiday, the events that go on during it, and the food eaten on that day. One thing that you must remember is that Dia de los Muertos traditions vary from town to town because Mexico is not culturally monolithic.
El Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, the United States and the Central and South Regions. In most places it is celebrated on November 2nd. It is a day where families and friends come together to pray for their family and friends that have passed away to aid them in their spiritual journey. The celebrations begin from October 31st until November 2nd. They have a variety of traditions, but the most festive is the Dia de los Muertos parade. With an array of colorful lights, sounds and clothing, the parade creates a magnificent display that truly portrays the happiest moments for those who have lost someone special. Throughout the parade the use of mis-en- scène, color and framing are used and manipulated to evoke an assortment of emotions to the audience in order to create the ultimate experience of the holiday as well as the remembrance of their loved ones that have left them behind.
Throughout most of my teenage years, memories of my dad are ones that I wish I could yank out of my mind or just simply wish they never happened. My mom married my dad at the age of fifteen, after the marriage they emigrated from Mexico to the United States due to the lack of opportunities in their country. His money went to alcohol, therefore
I remember vividly the weekends at his house. Sitting on his lap, going to wrestling matches, walking down the street or through a park--these were things I did with Grandpa. I wasn't just a kid to him: I was his granddaughter, and I was special. He was special too.
My most wonderful thoughts are with my parents on all the Coney Island trips they took me on. My parents always take time to do things that would keep me happy. They are the type of parents that always made time in their busy schedule for me. Coney Island was one of the ways they made me happy, and we spent lots of family time there bonding. Whenever we visited there, my parents and I always tried different foods.
My mother seemed so happy. In my reflection of the situation her dream of a family had come true. She had me and my father, we were spending quality time together. She wasn't too fond of fishing, not that it was my favorite thing to do either; but my father was taking us. Wow he loved fishing. It's funny, I can't really remember what my mother was wearing but then again she wasn't in the picture. She was behind the camera and I think sometimes my memories fade when there isn't a picture to remind me.
Growing up I had everything a kid could have ever wanted or hoped for. My family was the greatest, not to mention the most absolutely spontaneous and crazy people you will ever meet. We were one of those families that would make a scene everywhere we went. We were loud, obnoxious and completely insane, and I loved every second of it. One of my fondest memories was every summer we would rent a house in Avalon and my whole Moms side of the family would go down; Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents, you name it and we were all there. My Moms youngest brother, my Uncle Rich, was always making everything we did ten times better and ten times more fun. He was one of us, a kid at heart. For every time my Mom said no to something, he’d always be the one to say go ahead Noelle I’ll cover for you and then catch up. We would play for hours upon hours just the two of us and I felt like I was on top of the world every time. When I was with him, I had no worries, and my biggest problem was when we were going to get to do it again. But even that wasn't a problem because I saw him all the time since my family was always together. We would go to my grandparent’s house almost every Sunday for a family dinner and as usual while all the adults were talking inside he was outside with us having a catch, shooting hoops or telling us one of his famous stories. We would beg him to take us to the park that was a few blocks away from my grandparents and he would take us every time with a smile. He loved being with us and giving us whatever we wanted. My favorite thing in the world was the adventures he always took us on. We would go on hikes through the woods and get lost almost every time, then my mom and my aunt would come driving around looking for us a...
Some memories were more serious than others, good and bad. One of my fondest memories involves our weekend vacations to different German cities. Several times we would go to Swan Lake in Giessen, which was where I learned to ride my bike and Heely’s. Once, I remembered the bike had fallen on my ankle and I had a terrible sprain. I smile about this specific memory because my family took care of me. They treated my brother and I out to pizza at Pizza Mouse, which was our favorite restaurant in Giessen. We stayed in a hotel a couple nights, watched movies at night and spent the days out exploring. These are the moments that helped me realize that while family can be aggravating, they are always there for you through times of strength and