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Freedom to Run and Roam

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In this current moment of quarantine we are having more movie nights. I convinced the family to watch Stand By Me. At first they had too much to say about how it is old, and who cares and all the typical kid stuff, and not enough guns for Luis. Soon after the movie started they became invested, the characters were relatable.

Screen shot from Stand by Me

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Adoni at the railroad tracks here in our town.

In 2020 and all the way back to the days my kids were born, a kid’s freedom to run and roam is long gone. This movie gives glimpses into the life my boys love. Maybe today in USA if a kid lives on a farm or near woods they are lucky. Some would even call this a crisis of this generation, kid do not have freedom to roam. The picture above with Adoni was taken by me but the meeting happened by accident. He told me he was riding his bike down in an area of town that has been closed off for people to get exercise during quarantine. He didn’t exactly lie but on his way home he went exploring. I had decided to go for a walk and there he was. He was riding his bike on a route I walked a million times when I was a kid, the train tracks. He wanted to show his friend (with social distancing in mind), the route to my grandmother’s old house. This was a bold move on his part. He screamed to me, “hey I was getting my phone out to call you” yeah right.

Adoni and I went back to explore. He has a mask on.

My boys know my story about my own cross with death near these tracks. Maybe in a different post I will write about my story.

Adoni and his cousins in mountains of Dominican Republic. Over the course of a month they collected thousands of coquito nuts, organized, donated for dulce, cracked and ate and most importantly played a game where they won and lost them. The game is similar to marbles. In order to play they have to remove the outer shell.
This is a few years old, but a favorite photograph of mine shot in Dominican Republic. Rio, cousin Angelo and Adoni in the back.

Rio and Adoni are lucky because we live two lives in two different countries and there are different freedoms in each country. Their age now is giving them more freedom, living on a dead end street and homeschooling also give them some freedom. But in the Dominican, mountains and family and climate have created a vast place to explore to be a kid and create a stories, ones that might even be a story line for a movie.

Thank You

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A room with a view. It was my view inside looking out in June 2015. I was recovering from a surgery, one that thankfully saved my life. I had a colon resection in order to see if the cancer that was found during a colonoscopy had metastasized. It had not. My recovery room had a view of my house, the back of my house. I live a 5 minute walk from Bristol Hospital, where I had my surgery.

I can’t really explain in words, the feeling and comfort I felt knowing I could see my house from my hospital room. I also was on heavy duty pain meds, so my feelings were a bit intense. I swore I had taken a photograph of that view but after skimming back through I regretfully didn’t. I do have a photograph of the plants and flowers from friends and family, in that window, but not the “view”.

Fast forward to the present moment. My view, from my house, from my back porch, from my garden, is of Bristol Hospital. Occasionally, I have a fleeting memory of my time in the hospital but always I am thankful. The building is always there to remind me.

Fernandez Family

This current stay home, stay safe has me seeing the hospital a lot. And my thoughts are full of hope and sadness. I am thinking about all the folks working at the hospital and the folks who have been admitted to the hospital, and everyone all over our country, Dominican Republic and the world. Wow, that is overwhelming.

My family helping out.

On my end of the street there are 4 medical people and several essential people who live here. Once upon a time in my former art life I made several public art pieces, including a banner that was done without permission and I hung it from a building in downtown Hartford. I am still not sure how I really pulled that off. Those were the days when I was more passionate about all things art. This week I felt inspired to make a banner to hang on the backside of our house for all the people at Bristol Hospital and our town of Bristol, CT.

My view.
Another view.

From Marlo and the boys, Thank you. Thank you to everyone who is doing the hard work. ❤️

The cheese touch…

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If only it could be as simple as the cheese touch. Thanks Diary of the Wimpy Kid, for some comic relief in such a difficult time. If only it was as simple as crossing my fingers and the virus wouldn’t come my way, anybody’s way. I want it to go away. Yesterday, Wednesday was a breaking point for some friends and family. I found myself reading this book to my husband late last night, little did I know the book I grabbed in the dark would reflect something similar to what is really going on around us. Only thing different is this virus is real and changing the world as we know it.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

My husband was having a hard time last night, too much information and too many things out of his/our control. We have family here in Connecticut, in various parts of New York, where it currently is most affected, Florida and Dominican Republic and other areas too. I know we are reflecting every other family out there. But that doesn’t make it any easier to not feel out of control. The unknown, not knowing if we will ever see our moms, dad, brothers, sisters, extended family and friends at the end of this.

Our family has been watching a series on Netflix called All American, amazing show on so many levels. My take away from this Novela, as my husband calls it, is communication. And with that communication comes men, and their boys or children who are talking about their feelings. There are women and girls too but I am raising boys who will become men who need to know how to communicate, speak up for themselves and share their story. The timing of this viewing couldn’t be more perfect given the circumstances we are living in. Earlier this week, although not Corona virus related but my younger son felt compelled to share something with me that was bothering him. This is a huge win in uncertain times, I am happy that he felt he could talk to me.

Thursday March 26, 2020. Adoni eating grapefruit and enjoying the sun.

Thankful for a new day and the sun. Although it was still chilly at noon, 50ish degrees, my husband and I started painting the front of our house. Since we own a painting business the painting of our own house had been put on the back burner for 2 years straight as paying jobs took precedent. Not this year though, to help my husband feel in control of something we prepared last week and ordered the paint. Even though business is not at all normal, he, with my help, can maintain some sense of dignity by staying busy painting our own home.

This link I found helpful. A friend shared with me- thank you.

https://vimeo.com/399733860