Mi otra abuela, Matilde, ella no era tan parrandera pero si muy atenta y cariñosa, esas muestras de afecto me hacen mucha falta, sus abrazos y ese trato tan especial que me daba, me sentía todo un rey, su comida con un sabor inigualable, su educación y dedicación eran el sello que la caracterizaba, recuerdo las semanas santas en donde se botaba con el cabello de ángel, eso es un dulce y con la chicha, con toda sinceridad no he probado otra igual.

Fernando Ledezma, él era del combo de Justina y mi Abuela Julia, el más que un abuelo fue ese amigo, que no podía faltar en ninguna celebración, los primeros de enero junto a su hermano Gabriel, quien también está fallecido, llenando el barrio del sonido de la ranchera y de la música bailable desde muy temprano, eso si, ese día les tocaba del Escocés del bueno, ya los primeros de enero no son lo mismo desde que estos personajes inolvidables ya no están, solo con esas tres personas, al escribirles mis recuerdos la nostalgia me invade.

The experiences with my grandparents are great and enriching, my grandmother Julia in the first picture, was a woman who every December lit the fuse of the celebrations, I remember that the 31 after the embrace of the new year, she told us to go to Justina, she was her cousin who lived just two houses away, there the party was until dawn, The rum and the cream punch were left over, of course, and for us children, soft drinks, ham bread and different sweets, the music that makes me remember her so much is the paso doble and the inevitable gaita with Billos, for those who read this publication and do not know who Billos is, he is an orchestra that is still in force in every Christmas in Venezuela.

My other grandmother, Matilde, she was not so parrandera but she was very attentive and affectionate, those signs of affection I miss a lot, her hugs and that special treatment she gave me, I felt like a king, her food with a unique flavor, her education and dedication were the hallmark that characterized her, I remember the holy weeks where she used to eat angel hair, that is a sweet and with the chicha, in all sincerity I have not tasted another one like it.

Fernando Ledezma, he was from the combo of Justina and my Grandmother Julia, more than a grandfather he was that friend, who could not miss in any celebration, the first of January with his brother Gabriel, who is also deceased, filling the neighborhood with the sound of ranchera and dance music from very early, that if, that day they played the good Scotch, and the first of January are not the same since these unforgettable characters are no longer there, only with those three people, writing my memories nostalgia invades me.    

Each photograph is a priceless memory for me, so many celebrations with people and relatives, who today are out of the country, it is incredible how entire families have disintegrated in recent years, especially here in Venezuela, Christmas totally deserted, where the phone is the protagonist, and praying to God that the Internet does not collapse to receive the long awaited video call, I try to overcome my nostalgia with songs of my student years, when I participated in the student festivals and now writing in this community, I hope to continue posting here and do it much more often, to all of you thank you because in one way or another reading me is like listening to me, and if you have any advice to overcome the days of nostalgia, I will accept them with much affection. Happy weekend.