Thanks for all you did.
Luv
Cristina
This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved Mother, Grace Flynn, 87, born on September 9, 1928 in Detroit Michigan. She passed away on December 1, 2015. We will remember her every day for the rest of our lives.
A memorial service will be held on Saturday, February 13, 2016 at the Fletcher Cove Community Center located at 133 Pacific Ave, Solana Beach from 2-4 PM. Immediately following this service, the family would like everyone to join us at 701 N. Granados Ave, Solana Beach to celebrate Grace’s life and accomplishments with an Irish-Polish Wake-Stypah with a Mexican Velorio flare. Na zdrowie!
Today is your birthday. I just want to thank you for always celebrating our bithdays. I know we were poor as dirt, but you always had a cake ready for us. If you think we dont remember those little things, you are wrong. I cannot forget the fact that you always had us in your mind. Thanks for celebrating us. It is our time to celebrate you!! I miss you so much. I will celebrate you today.
I miss you so much. I know you would enjoy having cake and coffee. So I will today. I wll add a shot of some good Polish Vodka!! Cheers.
When we reached our teenaged years while in Mexico City, we began to hang out with friends from school, get into all sorts of mischief and eventually we began to hang out at parties. In the late 60's, any young adult could count on finding a "Fiesta" somewhere on Friday night, they were everywhere.
My Bff Jose Guerra, was a budding lead guitarist for a band of fellow musician friends, and he'd always have some gig lined up for Friday and or Saturday night. Since I was just starting to learn guitar, I would attend their rehearsals and most of the time join in on the jam sessions and was appaled at how bad their english pronunciation was when they attempted to sing the popular songs of the day.
To help them out, I devised a means of transcribing the songs from english to a form of "Spanglish" were I'd find a way to write the english words in phonetical Spanish, then have them memorize those words. Pretty soon they got good at it enough to were the group was extremely popular.
At 3-4 AM, when the parties were over, we would all be hung over but restless, and looking for someplace to unwind, but since every eatery establishment would be closed at that hour, we all knew we could come over to my house, for my dear mom would have "Pan Dulce" and "Veneno" ready on the stove. Veneno (poison) was nothing more than hot water, Nestle Instant coffee, some evaporated milk and a ton of sugar. It became the popular "After Party" drink, and my mom's kitchen table was were the day's review discussion and future planning would take place until mom, sensing we were sober enough, would send us all home to sleep it off.