What got to her was the thought that some people are likely to spend Sunday night into Monday in a cemetery as part of a holiday celebration. She wasn’t sure if it was morbid, or just trashy, to hang out in a graveyard.
My maternal grandparents, Michael and Socorro Vargas, holding their newborn fraternal twins, my uncle John and my mother Jenny, in the summer of 1944. My mother is the only person in this photograph who remains with us, and I'll include the rest in my thoughts this weekend.NOW PERSONALLY, I don’t plan to do any cemetery duty this weekend – even though I don’t remember the last time I actually went to visit the graves of my grandparents. Besides, most of the people likely to be in cemeteries this weekend will be nitwit Halloween celebrators who are more likely to do desecration than anyone involved with a “Day of the Dead”-related event.
But the “Day of the Dead” holiday that dates back to pre-European times in the Americas is less about picnicking in a graveyard than it is remembering those loved ones who are no longer with us in this existence on Planet Earth.
A day of reminiscing about that late tio or tia, or a primo, or even los abuelos, is such a family-oriented concept that I have trouble believing that anybody can be repulsed by the thought.
When one thinks of it rationally, the “Day of the Dead” is a more sensible holiday than the Halloween celebrations that will take place across the United States on Saturday.
THINK ABOUT IT!
Remembering abuelita’s home-made tamales at Christmas (although in my family’s case, it was my maternal grandfather, Michael Vargas, who did the cooking when it came to holiday tamales) sounds a lot less repulsive than a “celebration” that encourages children to beg for candy and lets them think it is somehow “cute” to throw eggs or toilet paper at houses where people won’t cough up any overly-sugared edible loot.
And the idea of adults at Halloween parties in costume just strikes me as absurd, if not outright ridiculous.
So for all those people so Anglo who look at the imagery of “Day of the Dead” celebrations in Latin America (all those skeletons and sku
lls) and somehow want to think it reflects negatively on non-Anglo culture, I’d have to say, “Get Real!”THEY SHOULD THINK twice about al those witches and goblin images we’re going to see on Saturday (along with a few nitwits in costumes meant to have laughs at Latino expense) before concluding which holiday is a bit more twisted.
And I’ll try to have a pleasant memory of those relatives of mine who aren’t with us any longer.
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EDITOR’S NOTES: Death is a part of life, and the thought of a museum in Mexico that studies (http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2009-10-30-mexicomuseum_N.htm) the concept makes as much sense, if not more, than museums devoted to sex (http://blog.travelpod.com/2009/06/23/8-more-quirky-museums/) or psychiatry.






