After that, it was a trek northbound on El Camino Real, a time when there was no Tanforan Shopping Center or mini malls; almost like driving in the country. Our last stops would be in Colma to visit Holy Cross Cemetery and the Italian Cemetery. Almost everyone in our family is at Holy Cross...from "la comadrita" Cira to baby Brenda; my father and lately my friend Frank and my mom. Our last stop was the Italian Cemetery were my biological mother is interred, Beatriz Gonzalez de Perez. She died in October of 1956.
Though the day was a bittersweet one, we'd end up at a farmer's market type of establishment and got fresh fruit...watermelon, oranges, and vegetables. We'd come home for a lavish dinner; my cousin Rudy and I would play games. Home made tortillas, bbq chicken, rice, beans- a banquet I miss dearly now.
I hope your Memorial Day is full of memories of those who have left us and those times we shall always cherish!