Thursday, June 1, 1978

480601 - Mexico Home Leave


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These pictures are loose and undated. There are no corresponding negatives.

Mother remarked that Daniel had home leave every two years. I dimly recall her saying that we went to Mexico when I was one years old; and, since other photographs I have show me either younger or older, I am supposing that these were taken in 1948. The date of "June" is hypothetical. Given the warmer weather in Mexico they could have been taken at any time in the year.

On examination, this group divides into three parts: an outing at a park, an outing on some hill and an outing at Xochimilco. They were most likely not taken on the same day and this is confirmed by the fact that mother is wearing a different dress in each set. The people accompanying mom and dad are "the Rafaels," a middle class Mexican family father had known prior to coming to the United States. We saw them with fair regularity through 1954, after which we lost touch except that later I would run into one of the daughters, Sylvia, who worked at Sanborns Reforma.

My dim recollection is that the Rafaels lived in an apartment in the Insurgentes Sur area. (In fact, I have a visual vignette of water in their tub and of their living room overlooking Insurgentes to the North.) That being the case, the park in question is either Parque México or Parque España; however, I have not been able to find a photograph confirming or placing the stone park bench.

The picture of me in the pram is different from the other prints of me at the park. However, that it was taken on the same date is shown by the following: (1) the wavy pattern of the pavement in the first photo is a typical mexican pavement design; (2) I am wearing the same suit; and (3) the wheel of the pram can be seen in a corner of the second picture. The sequence in which I have arranged them simply makes sense.

The two hillside fotos are identifiable by the fact that both show a populated hillside in the background. Given the roads in 1948, (it took four hours to Puebla and the new autopista to Cuernavaca wasn't opened until 1952), the location has to be within an hour/s drive of Mexico City, if that. The topography of the hills is more like to the north of the city although some areas to the southwest look similar. But there wasn't anything of interest to the southwest except San Jeronimo/San Angel. On the other hand, the church at Tepotzlan was always a magnet. However, there are no "arcos" like that one depicted in Tepotzlán.

The remaining fotos are obviously Xochimilco. My guess is that the party ate after paddling about through the canals. The layout looks better in reverse order.

I find it curious that there are so few photos of what would have been mother's first trip to Mexico. However, this apparent anomaly is somewhat offset by the existence of an 8mm film of their trip to Puebla to meet my grandmother, Martha.

One last comment on the date. Mother and father were not officially married until August 1948 and it is not unreasonable to think that they would have waited until sometime after then before hauling baby across an international boundary. Then again, nothing they ever did was all that reasonable.

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Wednesday, March 1, 1978

Monday, October 31, 1977

471031 - Baby in Fall



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Although back in 1979 I dated these three "S284" prints as "4803," that seems wrong to me now. The clothing clearly implicates colder weather. In terms of baby size, they come after the S946 prints (ante) and prior to S321 prints (post) the latter of which were clearly taken in Peter Cooper Village. (The difference in brick patterns will be noted.) The best I can figure these were probably taken in the fall, possibly early Spring of 1948.

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Friday, September 16, 1977

470916 - Katherine does Kahlo


















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Since the drowned rat is starting to look more like a small possum, these photos were likely taken after the previous.  I originally dated them "Aug" but I think September is more accurate since I am bigger and it is still yet warm enough to be dressed in short sleeves.  I've arbitrarily dated these as on the 16th on account of mother's a la mexicana style.   It is good to note mother's impish smile, but I still find it odd that there is no "proud father" to be seen anywhere.  

I am tempted to say that the brownstone with the rounded doorway arch was where mother lived.  It looks very similar to a film I have of everyone standing on the front door steps.  However, in that film a grocery store is shown opposite and it looks to me that what is opposite in these photos is the small garden and official looking building. 









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Friday, August 12, 1977

470812 - Rescued Rat









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The Birth Diary ends with a notation in mother's hand on August 12th, that "Danielito" had a good day. So by then mother and son were back in New York. Mother's short sleeves and light clothes bespeak warm weather.

The good days, it would seem, were intermittent. According to mother, i had "the nine months colic" "Colic usually begins suddenly, with loud and mostly nonstop crying. Colicky babies can be very difficult to calm down." I drove mother to distraction and caused her to loose sleep. According to her, the pediatrician said, "Little mother, you need to get some rest." Instead she got penumonia and I was passed over into the care of my aunt and uncle, Mary and Martin Roach.

It will be noted that father is nowhere to be seen and he does not appear to have been the one taking these or the subsequent pictures. Smiling couple with happy baby... not.

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Thursday, July 14, 1977

470714 - Twice Saved


•Kieran arrives



• Daniel leaves.

•Kieran "hypertonic" (i.e. stiff and swollen)

•Kieran returns from hospital.  

• First Rites...   



• St. Alphonse Church

•Kieran saved for the next world...

• Kieran lifeless and blue...



• Kieran saved for this world...

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It will be noted that no one was able to agree upon or get my name right.   According to mother, she and father could not agree on a name.   Every name she came up with father would veto on the ground that it sounded awful in Spanish.  "So, at last I came up with a name that couldn't be translated!"   Oh happy solution!  Also a name that none but inveterate Irish had ever heard of and that inevitably, without fail, got heard as and mistaken for Karen.   

My parents were of the enthusiastic view that my "bi-cultural background" gave me unspecified advantages.  No it did not.  It was a burden and an impediment made worse by the fact that, even correctly spelled, I had a "girl's name."   It only served to give me a perspective that was always at odds with wherever I was.   No more than anyone else I could never tell what I was or where my identities lay.  

Of course, confusion and uncertainty made me the man that I am; but, in the end, so what?  Nothing grand came of it.  All in all it would have been easier and happier to be ordinary.
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