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Comment on A Cartoonist in the Family by Jim

Jim — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 21:44:25 +0000

Informative, about several things. Is this going to have more to come?????

Comment on A Cartoonist in the Family by Georgianna Pazmino Timmons

Georgianna Pazmino Timmons — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 18:33:53 +0000

No matter how many times I hear / read about my Uncle Victor the stories are always are fascinating and evoke many wonderful memories of my youth and my visits to the Victorian house at 2114 Glenwood Rd. where Nana (as my paternal grandmother was known) lived, Victor’s room was at one end of the hall on the second floor overlooking the large backyard. His drawing board was appropriately situated in front of the window. The room was always dim save for the light from the window. I can remember the cans, emptied and washed of their original contents, now filled with assorted pencils…..lead, colored and charcoal. Others held assorted pen holders while other containers held the various sizes of nibs. I remember too, the bottles of india ink, rubber cement and off to one side was a metal ash tray and a pack of Pall Mall cigarettes. Though the room was ‘off limits’ to we kids, we did manage to ‘peek’ in from time to time, always on tiptoe and being careful not to disturb anything!

Uncle Victor was a soft-spoken quiet man with a sense of humor as well as artistic talent. It saddens me now that he never married. When he became ill I remember my father, George and my Uncle Albert going after work to their brothers apartment to assist Victor. Other times my husband would go with my father to help out. Of all the children born to my Lelia and Victor Manuel, my Uncle Victor was the only child born in Ecuador. All the other siblings were born in the U.S. There were 8 children in all, one of whom died at the age of 1. Victor was the oldest followed by (not sure of order) Stella, Lucille, Grace, Alfred, Albert and George. Today they are all gone except for one. George, the baby of the family, is the last surviving member of the Pazmino siblings. In March of this year he turned 97. Still lives in Brooklyn in the same house where I grew up. Through Facebook, I recently was able to reconnect with other first cousins from the Pazmino clan whom I haven’t seen in years as well 2nd and 3rd cousins.

Comment on What’dya do today? by David Pazmino

David Pazmino — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 17:45:11 +0000

I remember Uncle George. It has been a while since I have seen him. He looks so much like his brother Albert. This makes me really miss my grandfather. He passed away 25 years ago this month. I guess his middle name August said it all.

Comment on A Cartoonist in the Family by David Pazmino

David Pazmino — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 17:38:06 +0000

I found this very interesting since my father’s cousin was all Joesph. His name is Robert. My grandfather Albert was Victor’s cousin. I remember growing up and visiting his apartment on Glenwood road and going through all of Victor’s old cartoons and comic books. I think that my Aunt Lisa has most of them now, and there are quite a few of them if I recall. I too received a box from Joseph before his passing in SF mostly of the family history as well as pictures and postcards. There are a few items also from Felicisimo Lopez’s desk that were official Consul General materials. Joseph did an incredible job at researching our roots all the way back to Spain. If you do see this comment it would be nice to connect with others in the family that would be great. David Pazmino

Comment on A Cartoonist in the Family by Porsjeomo

Porsjeomo — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:03:47 +0000

I really enjoyed reading your blogpost, keep up writing such exciting stuff!

Comment on Grifters and Grits by Rocky Smith

Rocky Smith — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 00:57:57 +0000

An interesting tale, well-told. I note with a sigh of relief that the old guy didn’t try to pick her up.

Comment on Ghost Stories by Aunt B

Aunt B — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:48:09 +0000

Remember too on that day, your sister Jen smelled the same perfume in her dorm room at college, just before your mom called her. Grandma made sure to visit each of you before she left. But she hasn’t ever really left. There have seen signs of her still. I smell cigarette smoke in the livingroom whenever I am feeling worried or stressed about some trivial thing. She knows I wouldn’t recognize the perfume as well as you, but the cigarette smell I would, even though she stopped smoking in the 80′s. And she still comes in dreams of me & your sis. And any time I argue with Grandpa (lol) right after I ALWAYS seem to stub my toe or bang my arm or leg on something while walking in the house. Her scolding me?

Grandma’s mind was sharp all the way. I recall when the Drs kept asking her if she had normal poo action. She got so annoyed with them asking that she said, “Next time I go I’ll save it for you to see.” And when her Enquirer went missing she had all the ICU nurses going around to find it – one nurse thought she was through and took it while Grandma was sleeping. She sort of ruled that ICU! LOL That was the one good thing, she was herself to the end.

She had open heart surgery (bypass) in May 1993 when she first went into Hosp from heart attack, and stayed in the hosp for 5 months recuperating – it took her a while to feel comfortable to get off respirator. They thought she wouldn’t survive the operation, but she did. Then in Oct she came home and was doing well for three weeks, but she got congested one night and passed away in her sleep – that was in Nov 93. Worst day of my life, thus far.

Comment on Rocky Road by Rocky Smith

Rocky Smith — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 19:07:00 +0000

Well, that was a surprise. I should have smelled a rat when you asked for the photo.

You are too kind, Dillweed. I may have to give you the vinyl bull’s head some day. Depending on your future posts, of course.