Mi camioneta era muy especial. Le gustaba viajar, y dormir. A veces, no le gustaba ir. Mi familia grita y llora cuando la camioneta no quiere trabajar. Era un problema. El vivió dieciséis años cuando se murió. No le gustaba ni ir rápido ni trabajar. Era diecisiete pies largos. Era de Denver, Colorado. En el invierno, no le gustaba ir. Le gustaba no ir en la llueve y nieva. Se murió cuando él tenía doscientos cuarenta y ocho mil millas.
The old dodge grand caravan. It lived in two millennia and carried around a family family of four, for sixteen years. It had the responsibility to get that family around without fail. Too bad it couldn’t live up to that expectation. Every winter, it would succumb to a different dilemma.Though, the serpentine belt would normally be the thing to go wrong. every once in awhile it would force us to walk quite the distances at night. The ol’ dog soldiered on until it had hit 248,000 miles and had found itself a high speed deer. Lasting until the ripe old age of 16. It had taken us on a countable number of trips. It had also hauled an incredible number of logs of firewood or soon to be firewood. At the end of its full life, it left us with many good and bad memories so many walks, so many logs. We will always remember it.
Honestly, I didn’t know much before the Dia de los muertos project. All I knew was that the event was to be more of a celebration than a mournful one. I knew that there were tradition offering and an ofrenda to remember the lost. I also knew that they believe that the spirits of the lost ones comes back to visit them during the event. Finally I had known that people decorate sugar skulls during/ before the event.
After the Dia de los muertos project, I had learned a lot. I had learned that the celebration was originally an Aztec celebration, that fruit and bread is a common occurrence on the ofrendas, that it is celebrated on November first and second, that it is celebrated throughout Latin America, yet it is mainly celebrated in Mexico. Ever single object has its own meaning. Normally there are things on the altar that symbolizes who that person was. The food is for the lost after their long journey. The Aztecs had had this celebration for quite a while, but when the Spaniards had come over, they had taken the Aztec tradition and changed it as part of their quest to convert. Also, the whole celebration is starting to become more popular and is even spreading up into the U.S.
I had honored my Dodge Grand Caravan. The van my family had for 16 years. I had brought maps from the glove box and its two keys. Both worn down to where you could see a brass like color. I honored the old thing because it was almost like a pet to me. I had been riding in that car my entire life. It just seemed right to honor it after its life time of service. To me, it was a little bit weird, but that was because I have never celebrate it before. I was rather nervous to start with. As time went on I had began to calm down a bit. I eventually found it to be lots of fun. Even though I was at the papel picado station the whole time.