• tío...muchas cosas han pasado tanto en nuestra casa como en el país. Sé q recibiste en el cielo a mi mamita junto a todos de la familia. Aquí estoy con tu hermano, se recuerda mucho de ti, ya no entiende muchas cosas, y está muy repetitivo, aquí estoy con el. Venezuela es un caos por donde lo mires, aquí estamos....resistiendo. un gran abrazo a todos...y ayudame....dame muchas fuerzas con mi diosito para sobrellevar todo esto. Se te recuerda con cariño. Tu sobrina.

Con el permiso de todos esta historia la hare en mi lengua nativa.Muchos son los recuerdos que tengo, tantos que me atropellan mi memoria. Mi Prima Anna, quien guio mis primeros pasos en el idioma Ingles, yo diria que mi Tutora, en los veranos, para que la abuena Petra me enseñara a cocinar, bordar y tejer.  Tio nos llevabas a Anna y a mi a la piscina, fueron veranos maravillosos. Tantas veces fuimos a la Finca, Varias Navidades las pase con Uds, lo cual era todo diferentes para mi, ya que las costumbres de Venezuela eran diferente. Pero todo aquello formo mi caracter y mi capacidad de adaptacion a cualquier situacion diferente de lo que acostumbre al nacer aqui en Vzla. Recuerdo cuando el abuelo, El Gran Viejo Nuñez I me llebaba a limpiar tu escuela de diseño, aprendi "guataca", "Guagua"...tantas palabras diferentes, era solo una niña criada en otro pais....pero guardo con mi tesoro mas preciado. Me acuerdo un dia que viajamos al campo y en una fogata salchichas pinchadas con un palito en una fogata. Recuerdo los viajes a la heladeria "a comer una cremita" como tu decias "en la guaguita" que tenias, todos decian un sabor diferente, eramos muchos, tus hijos, los abuelos, mi padre y yo. Y tu al final comprabas un solo sabor, eso me causaba mucha gracia, me acuerdo del "hasta mañana" al irse de todos mis primos....te recuerdo bonito tio, papa te extraña mucho, a papa esta comenzandole el Alzhaimer tambien, como a mi mama, solo apenas empieza y el se da cuenta, porque ha vivido todas las etapas primarias con mama que ya tiene el Alzhaimer muy avanzado. Esta enterito y muy claro en sus ideas, pero ya repite mucho la misma cosas, y todos los sabados me cuenta historias sobre ti. Recuerden todos...aqui, en este pais hermoso VENEZUELA, con un muy mal gobierno lastimosamente, tienen por lo menos dos familiares  Adriana Nuñez y Guillermo Salamanca (mi hijo) que sintio una gran emocion y orgullo de su abuelo-tio, que lo visito. Te recuerdo con mucho cariño tio, y nunca olvidare todas mis vacaciones de verano con Uds.. Te recuerdo mucho Prima Anna, fuiste mi tutora en el idioma ingles en sus inicios....y te tengo siempre en mi memoria. Cuidense mucho....tu hermano...el viejo Nuñez II (porque es igualito que el abuelo) te tiene siempre en su memoria.....Besos y abrazos a todos 

I remember walking into the back bathroom where Daddy would be shaving in the morning while we were gettting ready for school.... He used to always have his little cheap box radio on listening to KPRC... and usually Paul Harvey telling his tales....I would anxiously await ... " .....the rest of the story"    

  Anybody remember the cheese toast for breakfast?   yummmm!

Recalling memorable Father-Daughter time for Father's Day..........

Not so long ago, I was at HCC, STRUGGLING with my math classes. It took me 3 remedial math classes just to reach College Algebra. The first remedial class was a breeze, SO EASY! After that, holy crap! The few tutors at HCC were always overloaded and I needed some one-on-one instruction if I was to even have a prayer of passing. Well, Daddy stepped up and offered to tutor me -- and even more, to tutor me on MY LEVEL! Wow, was his patience and teaching ability challenged to the max! (lol) Although, I'm grateful for his tutoring and am happy that I passed all my math classes, I was SO appreciative of the open and honest conversations we had about 'stuff' along the way.

Happy Father's Day, Daddy. I love you and appreciate you more than you'll ever know.

Daddy loved the country and working with his hands.  He decided one year "we" were going to have a garden at our country place in LaGrange.  He had a tractor, and plenty of kids for free manual labor.  He climbed up on his tractor and plowed and area close to the trailer / camp site and fenced it in.  He had done a lot of research and found out that chicken poop was one of the best fertilizers to use.
It is very high in nitrogen and told us .....it was one of the "best" for vegetable gardens. Now comes the fun part....where do you get it ?  Well a chicken farm of course.  Fresh, hot, and juicy is always better than packaged with whatever mixture the stores want to use.... so he said. We were like, really...can't we just buy this at the store???  He loaded a couple of us kidos up and down we went to the closest chicken farm to a come across a farmer who thought it comical that a dad would have his kids shoveling chicken poop into the back of our 65 chevrolet truck bed. ( not to mentioned he got his stalls cleaned for nothing LOL)  That was a loooooooong afternoon.  The ride back in the back of the truck sitting on top of the tarp covering the poop, with the smell and the flies buzzing around was almost welcomed after that afternoon of shoveling.  All the way back, then to unload it, and spread it around.  Oh...i thought my arms were going to fall off, but you know we had the best vegetable garden that year ever.   The things you will go through to try to have the best for your family.  Wow, it was a lesson in life for sure, but well worth it. 
Hard work and extra effort = blisters then gratification/satisfaction
I love you Daddy and miss you so much

Oh my God ! look all of us , here in my parents house "La Quinta Caibarien" in Venezuela. A big hug to all of you in the distance!!!!

  Uncle Jorge loved to teach me something every time I visited. He just loved to share all the time. So when he got a new bow and arrow, naturally I was his  first student. That ended real fast after I got snapped a few times on the arm from the "cord" and was now every shade of blue and I almost went thru his stockpile of  arrows that went into some lake or river. Class went into recess,but so as not to waste time,he says, "How would you like to learn  to drive a stick shift?" Now that was more up my line of real knowledge. All went well in those classes and he would keep saying "Just keep going forward, don't go back, clutch here,clutch there.A little jerk here and there is alright,you'll get use to it." "Just keep trying".
    Now, sometime later I was given the opportunity to put my expertise to the test, in Seattle, Wa. Visiting my grandmother there for Christmas,she asked me if I could drive stick shift (standard drive).I said "Of course,my Uncle Jorge taught me how." What I didn't reveal, however, is that it was on a pancake flat ground, there were no other cars around, no stop lights,no one to run over,etc,etc. Seattle, on the other hand is straight up-down. Remarks:Jorge should have lost his license if he drives that way! Heaven forbid! Real lesson..GO FORWARD,DON'T LOOK BACK. Luv ya Uncle Jorgie !!!!!