My Roller Skates

When I was little I used to like playing with my friends, like everybody else. However, my favorite time of the day was, indeed, when we all got together, and put on our roller skates!

What a blessing back then, when children could just go outside and enjoy a good time roller skating. My mom used to say-“Silvana, you would sleep with your roller skates, if I let you, ugh?-“And I agreed! She never let me do that, but I would put my pair under my bed, or close enough to see them, first thing in the morning!

My mom knew how much I liked roller skates that she sent me to take classes. I was seven years old. I did not enjoy the class very much. It was more learning about figure skating and how to jump in the air, type of class. Anyhow, my favorite part of my “patín” day, was when I came back from it and we went with my friends skating across our neighborhood.

Every Christmas, for five years, Santa would bring me a pair of roller skates.  I never got the once I really liked but, I was super happy, JUST by receiving any kind of skates! My dream of owning a pair of white leather with red wheels roller skates became a reality much later; when I became a mother and started playing with my children. One day, as I was driving my kids to school, and by accident, I saw them. There they were in a garage sale! They were sitting on a table,   they were shining like a star and, I could hear them calling me-“come and get me-“And that was, exactly, what I did. I couldn’t believe that I was holding in my hand my dream roller skates, after so many years.

I still have my roller skates. They look so old, but I love them. They bring me good memories. Once in a while I put on my roller skates and they make me feel, like a child all over again!

Carnaval…what I remember

Once upon a time was a great time to remember in this far, far away country. This country had many, many towns. Every one of them had its own culture and unique ways of expressing itself. However, there was a few things that the habitants of these unique towns celebrated the same way, and at the same time. One of those things was….the Carnaval!

The Carnaval was a time to share with family and friends. It was celebrated  during summer time and around January and February. Even with only the sound of the word Carnaval, anyone in the country would feel happy and full of joy. It was truly a time to enjoy family, friends and good food. Extended family members would travel from far away distances to join the festivities. During the Carnaval; the main attractions were the Carrozas, Costumes, Corso and Parade.

The Carrozas were one of the main attractions during this event. The Carrozas resembled big stages on wheels, or, some times, they would be tied to pick up trucks. Either way people would get very creative when building these big floats. The Carrozas were built based on different themes. For instance, book characters, important people at the time, nature, countries around the world, etc. One time the theme of the entire Carnaval was “Around the World” so the designers of the floats got very creative and excited about this theme. Every float had a country to represent and it was a magnificent sight to behold.

There were many elaborate costumes worn by the direct participants of the Carnaval. When the theme was “Around the World”, every town had its own country to represent, and the people and color and songs and everything was exclusive of the country the town was representing g at that time. The costumes were super elaborate, and usually the family members had hand-made these costumes from scratch. It would take them an entire year to finish. Usually the children within the family were involved and mothers were the ones making these extraordinary pieces of clothing. I am talking about a time when sophisticated sewing machines did not exist, and if they did, these talented and creative people could not afford them, and yet the sight was breath taking.

Corso was always at night and it was during this time when the host in each town would give the big opening and with loud music, controlled traffic and families gathering, he would open the Corso! At the same time, and with one goal, the hosts around this far, far away country would give opening to the Carnaval! Before the Carrozas and colorful clothes of the people would start the parade, there was always some important and famous singer invited to the event to make the evening sparkle even more! People that were not on the stage were eating in the restaurants along the traffic controlled streets. Children would be playing with water or with foam. It was the custom during Corso , among children, and sometimes adults, to play with water and/or foam. When the parade started it was a delightful sight. It always began with the Fire Department, with the loud sirens along with the police on horses.  There were feathers, shiny clothes, big hats with different colors, clowns, ballerinas, smiling faces and children everywhere. There was music and dances they choreographed themselves and had practiced all year long. The whole feast would last for hours and even more.

Everybody knew that the parade was ending when the kids would shout, “I can hear the Firemen’s siren, mom!” Nobody wanted that time to come. But, it did. While the Firemen were leaving, the little children followed it running, trying to touch the Fire truck. It was the sign that everything was over. Each family  started to head home thinking about next year’s Carnaval, where the magic would come around again!

Oil

Suddenly, there I was going down the hill on my scooter, totally out of control. I could here my puppy, Choco, barking in desperation. He was riding in my seat; I was helplessly looking around  for somebody to come to my rescue, but in vain. I had to get control of my scooter myself.  I knew that if I frantically tried to hit the brakes. My situation was not going to be a very fortunate one.

I let my unfortunate event follow its own direction. I was scared. It looked for a moment as if everything around me stopped; yes, it seemed so unrealistic. I remember exactly how scared I was, going very fast without control. I glanced at my surroundings. The trees around me looked very green and people were getting out of the cars ready to go to the big supermarket on my left hand side. I also remember the school where my tia taught, located next to the supermarket.

 I had more situations like this one. My sisters and I had a blast riding Mom’s scooter everywhere. It was refreshing and exciting! However, the oil on the street story was not one of my favorites, however my sense of calmness in emergency situations, I think, was born that day.

The Name of my Blog

I never thought about writing why I chose to name my personal blog “In my Garden”; I think today is a good day to write about this. I have always, and when I say always, I mean since I was five, connected with three things, Gardens, Pictures and Writing.Since I was very little, my mother always took me to her gardening projects activities outside. I was always helping her with her plants and flowers.

Since then I have always wanted to help her, when I was a teenager, she worked full time and I was in charge of her garden. I would get up early before I went to school and water all my mother’s plants and flowers, I would line up every single pot on the patio and I would start from the littlest to the biggest pot, and continued by walking along the wall where all her shrubs and trees were and
finally my tour would end with the flower beds. When I had children of my own, I taught them to be in the garden with me. We have made so many projects together, they loved it! Even though now they are teenagers they still help me, but they are not as interested anymore, hopefully they will come back and help me the way they did when they were little.
When I went to the University, my dad was working in the States and my sisters and I were in charge of my mother; she still worked and made sure we where fine and that we had everything we needed. During this time things were not that stable anymore, busy life took over our peaceful family time. I had to complete long hours of hospital practice to achieve my goal to become a physical therapist and the economy was not great in the country I am from. So, to make things short I became passionate about capturing life’s moments either in the written word or in pictures. This name also embraces my other blogs that I write in my garden and on my desk at home. I see myself practicing this over and over again. This is what I like to do the most.
To reconnect with the initial quest, I think I chose the title of my personal blog for the following reasons: “
I like to be in my garden, working, writing, thinking and picturing moments of my personal life or the life of my favorite people”

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2010. That’s about 4 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 27 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 73 posts. There were 54 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 70mb. That’s about a picture per week.

The busiest day of the year was March 5th with 48 views. The most popular post that day was P.O.E.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were google.com, facebook.com, mail.live.com, mail.yahoo.com, and cynthiastone.blogspot.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for visiting teaching, turkish food recipes, patlıcan musakka, relief society seal, and vegetables.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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P.O.E February 2009

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Journey to Yilankale (part one) November 2010
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Trash to Treasure August 2010
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Turkish Delight! May 2010

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About Me February 2009
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