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    July 04, 2009

    The Star-Spangled Banner

    Today's History Lesson for Your Edification:

    There was a young and deeply religious lawyer by the name of Francis Scott Key, who had a well-established law practice in Georgetown, near Washington, D.C.

    Although he was opposed to the War of 1812, he had a deep love for his country and served in the Georgetown Field Artillery in 1813. He devoted himself to helping many people, some even British soldiers when they were sick or wounded. The British had captured his friend, Dr. William Beanes.

    On September 13th of 1814, the British prepared to attack Baltimore. The British agreed to release Dr. Beanes to Mr. Key and another friend John Skinner, but required that they stay on board a British ship until they had finished their attack.

    The three Americans could do nothing but watch and wait as the British navy fired huge 200-pound bombs and rockets at Fort McHenry. There were so many ships sunk in Baltimore Harbor that the British could not get closer to land.

    The British warships continued to fire upon Fort McHenry. They fired all night. They fired continuously for twenty-five hours.

    After witnessing this horrendous bombing from their place on the British ship, the Americans were afraid that Baltimore would be conquered. There was no way to see what was happening because of all the smoke and the very dark night.

    Finally at dawn, on September 14, 1814, Mr. Key looked through the telescope.  There in the early morning light, he saw that huge (30 feet by 42 feet) flag waiving proudly over Fort McHenry.

    The Americans won the battle and he was overcome with joy. In his celebratory inspiration he wrote the following:

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    Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
    What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
    Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
    O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
    And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
    Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
    Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


    When we visited Washington D.C. in May, we had the privilege of seeing the original Star-Spangled Banner.
    Thirty feet by forty-two feet, made of wool and linen. It has been preserved and is on display at the Smithsonian Museum of American History.

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    The National Anthem always makes me tear up some. Especially at baseball games. (I know. Shut up.)

    When we rounded the corner of that exhibit and saw the actual flag that was flying over Fort McHenry on September 14, 1814, as the Star-Spangled Banner played in the background, the tears started flowing.

    This time I stood with Francis Scott Key, who felt defeated until the smoke cleared and he asked with awe and wonder:

    O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

    I stood before the original star-spangled banner and just wept as I asked that same (now more intensely poignant) question and answered with a resounding YES!

    Yes, I am Cuban-born.
    And yes, I'm proud to be a Naturalized American Citizen.
    I'm fiercely patriotic.
    I love this great country.
    I love the American flag, as it is the symbol of freedom to the rest of the world.

    Today I'm in awe of those who pledged their lives and their fortunes to secure the freedoms we enjoy.
    I'm grateful that my kids have known nothing but freedom because we live here in America.

    Happy Independence Day!

    There are so many countries on this earth who wish they could say exactly that.
    I'll never, ever take that for granted.

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    Lucy and Jonathan in front of the flag exhibit on Ellis Island. May 2009.

    July 03, 2009

    Intensive Train-ing. ;-)

    I'm a collector.
    I have that bone in my brain that says that if a thing is good, more of it would be better!

    And of course, you know I'm all about documenting my life and my kids and my family and my friends.

    I'm the one who agonizes over which photos to frame and put in albums and which to store. I have drawers full of video tapes from weddings and Christmas and summer days and performances. So much to document, so little time!

    So when I receive videos and pictures on my phone from people I love, it's like two worlds colliding.

    "I must save this," says the collector. 
    "I must somehow document this moment," says the historian.

    What to do?

    In this case, these are videos sent to my phone from my great friend, Pastor Gene. I've written before about how the train thwarts his progress every day. What I love is that he still sends me the Train Report practically every day. And what he doesn't know is that I collect those videos and I upload them to youtube.

    I do this, so that today, on his birthday, I can document this fun little tradition that we have. We've been documenting and sharing the train tradition for awhile now.

    See? Collect and Document.

    Here's Pastor Gene and his Hanford train:

    See? I think that was about a year ago.
    Here's another:

    And one more:

    I have dozens of those and they make me happy every single time. I'm not going to share my entire train collection with you today. These are just the highlights of a video text I receive every single day, which I value and cherish. There are dozens of others. These are my favorites.

    This next one, he actually coaxes his granddaughter, CJ to greet all of us Darbys. It was a magical moment.

    See? I collect these. Moments of love and of joy and to me it's pure comedy.

    So thank you, Gene. For sharing your every day frustrations and triumphs, the good, the bad and the small town life. We love spending a tiny bit of our day with our good friends, and that ridiculous Hanford train!

    Thanks for sharing so much of yourself. You are God's Gift to us. And we love you very much.

    Happy Birthay, Gene, our friend.

    July 02, 2009

    "Great taste!" "Less filling!"

    Cooking and blogging over at Babalú today.

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    You are sooo going to want to get involved with this recipe for Beer Can Chicken!

    It was a comedy of errors that finally turned out to be a good thing.

    Here's what I made:

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    If you like, we can play the write-a-caption-for-this-photo game...  =D

    July 01, 2009

    SmART Cuban

    I have times when I feel inadequate to homeschool my kids.
    Not that I can't do stuff, I totally know I can.
    It's just that I've never been much of an academic.
    I'm more of the right brain, emotionally driven, wow-what-a-great-color artistic type.

    And I can do a lot of stuff, except maybe algebra and seriously, name five people that you personally know who use algebra in their every day life. (*crickets chirping* "Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?") I thought so.

    So my poor homeschooled kids are saddled with a teacher who has something much more akin to hair-brained schemes as opposed to actual lesson plans. (Okay, shut up. I do make lesson plans, they just happen to be a little loosey-goosey. =D)

    But when it's time for field trips.... Look out. I am queen of the unusual-yet-interesting-to-young-minds field trip. (Someone fetch me my tiara!)

    I take my kids to live theater, to concerts, to art shows, to museums. We scour flea markets and take the train somewhere. Silly, fun, off-beat stuff. That's what I do best.

    For summer "school" we are busy making and designing lots of craft-type projects. From making Adirondack chairs to knitting berets.  I figured that in our "school" my mentoring is worth something. ;-)

    So yesterday was a beautiful day in So Cal. The sun came out, the temperature hovered in the low 70's with a slight breeze that sang to us...."come and be a part of this!"

    And so obediently we followed the siren song and found ourselves in the cradle of our creative coast: The Laguna Beach Sawdust Festival.

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    My niece Natalie is working at the festival this year which secured our free entry. Thanks, Nat! You know, I have quite the large family scattered all over So Cal - we may never have to pay admission to anything ever again! (sorry, digressed into fantasy there for a moment...)  ;-)

    Nat works in the ceramic booth, teaching kids how to make pottery on a wheel. Isn't that amazingly cool? She met us outside still sporting her dirty I'm-a-total-working-artist apron.
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    The Sawdust Festival is made up of local Laguna Beach artists and crafts-people so there's a little bit of just about everything and most prices are pretty reasonable, especially for the jewelry.

    Of course, we bought stuff!
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    And we walked around, and took in the live music, and ate food, and clowned around. Actually, we brought Adam, which is the same as bringing our own personal clown. (He totally thought he looked piratey with that elaborate earring. Umm... wrong, son. You just look fashion-challenged. (It was a very cool design that just hung inside your ear, no piercing necessary, but that's not important right now.)
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    The kids and I felt totally inspired. I think that's what art does to you. At least that's what it does to me. It gets me a little more connected with my true heart. And I like that.

    Look at all the fun stuff we saw:
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    By the time we left, with all our fun purchases, we were all in receptive and creative moods. Lucy immediately started working on another creative project and begging for a trip to our local craft store. Jonathan started asking if welding torches were simple to come by. (uh-oh)

    I take my parenting and educating job pretty seriously. My goal is to get them to love to learn, to think, to appreciate hard work and embrace their own gifts. I counted this day successful in moving towards that goal.

    Having said that, I also know that there are other life-lessons to be learned that I, as their mom, can't possibly teach them, and I know that.

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    See what I mean?  =D

    June 30, 2009

    Self-Portrait Tuesdays. The Real Thing.

    What happened to Self-Portrait Tuesdays, you're asking?

    Well, I've been Self-Portraiting on Tuesdays over on Facebook. (So, if you're on Facebook, look up and join Self-Portrait Tuesdays.) I know. Sorry. I'm a little A.D.D. and I get easily distracted, but that's not important right now.

    The Self-Portrait thing started a few years ago as a way to document what was happening in my life and also because I NEVER, ever allowed myself to be photographed. (My face if just kind of round and flat and I'm not very photogenic, but I finally decided, after lots of self-portraiting, that I have kind of a pleasant face after all.)

    But I was always the one behind the camera until I finally decided that that was not okay and it was a hurdle I just had to work through. And so I did.  =D

    Most of my self-portraits are contained in an art journal and involve paper and paint and photos and colored pencils, and they were fun and messy and expressive, but hey, it's the age of technology, so there's that.

    Here's an old SPT from my art journal.

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    My daughter, Amy (Kikita) started the SPT  (short for Self-Portrait Tuesday - how cool is that?) Group on Facebook for everyone to post their self-portraits. But I realized that not everyone is on Facebook, and I hate to exclude anyone from this, so how about....

    If you have a blog, post your self-portrait there and link back here in the comment section. (Keep it clean, por favor. =D)

    Here's my Self-Portrait today....

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    The REAL thing. Like Coca-Cola.  ;-)

    June 29, 2009

    Como Su Ritmo No Hay Dos or What Cuban Music Heaven Looks Like

    We live about an hour south of Los Angeles. (That's how you calculate distances here in Southern California; by how long it takes you in traffic to get from one place to another.)

    This is a wonderful thing because that means that we can go see shows in L.A. but not have to live there. See what I mean? Win-win. ;-)

    And when summer begins the first thing we do is look to see who is in concert, because if there's anything we love, it's summer concerts. (Okay, we love any kind of a live show anytime of the year, but that's not important right now.)

    Imagine my surprise and delight when Amy invited me to go see Andy Garcia and the CineSon All-Stars at the Conga Room in L.A. (Okay, let's just have a moment of silence in reverence. Thank you.)

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    Andy Garcia.
    Who has his own category on my blog because, well, he's Cuban and he's so cool. *Ay Dios mio!*

    Here's Andy on cowbell.
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    And yes, I took this picture.

    Notice how it's close-up.

    How there are no heads in front of him obscuring the shot.

    How it looks like it was taken from (where we were sitting) FIVE. FEET. AWAY.

    Amy invited me to go because:
    1) She enjoyed his music so much the last time she saw him and
    2) I'm kind of a big fan. (I know. Total understatement. Shut up.)

    So we got to the Conga Room early thinking we'd have to line up and maybe push some people around to get a good seat. Okay, not really, well, I may or may not have done that, but that's not important right now, either. =D
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    Anyway, relieved that we didn't have to manhandle anyone and because I lead a charmed life, we were able to get two seats IN THE FRONT ROW DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ANDY and where he would be bongo-ing and cowbell-ing and piano-ing for the next two and a half hours. (Shut up. I KNOW!)

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    The show was fabulous. If you have not heard the CineSon All-Stars do yourself a favor and get their music or better yet, go see them live.

    I was seriously in Cuban Music Heaven.
    Apparently, so was Andy. *sigh*
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    Of course we danced! When a Cuban conga starts, who can stay in their seat? Seriously!
    And being in the first row gave us lots of room. =D

    "Abre que voy!"
    Amy dancing

    He played some of the hauntingly beautiful music from The Lost City.
    Andy on piano

    And of course, a tribute to the Master, Cachao.

    Andy on bongos

    We had the BEST time.

    We sang-along. We laughed. We danced. We clapped. We started the conga. (=D) We cheered for a Free Cuba.

    Much to my everlasting delight, he winked at us and smiled at us and at one point even stuck his tongue out at us. (I know. Shut up. I'm guessing it was a purely defensive move: "I should be nice to those two noisy Cuban women in the front row directly in front of me, lest they get a little crazy.") =D

    But do you know what kept going through my mind during the entire show?

    Besides, "More cowbell, por favor!"...

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    This Cuban man should sooo have a copy of my cookbook!  ;-)

    A celebration of Cu...
    By Marta M. Darby

    June 25, 2009

    Teenagers in the 70's. Your thoughts?

    Amy and I were in L.A. last week. I took her to see Dirty Dancing at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood.

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    Yes. A totally chick flick umm... I mean stage show night and we had a fantastic time. ("Nobody puts Baby in a corner!")

    Of course, being in L.A. a week after the Lakers' Championship win was interesting and I made a few observations about that which I mentioned to Amy.

    ME: "Can you believe all the murals of Kobe (Bryant. Lakers Guard and M.V.P.) all over the city?  L.A. is All-Kobe-All-The-Time-Town now!"

    Here's Kobe and his five story face covering the Staples Center:

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    This next mural takes up the entire side of the Upper Deck building. (Which incidentally happens to be on Hollywood Blvd. across from the Pantages so how could we miss it? I'm pretty sure it's done by the Mr. Hope-and-Change-Poster guy, but that's not important right now.)

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    ME again: "Look at all these cars flying the Lakers flags. They look like Diplomatic Vehicles Gone Bad."

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    (And excuse me? Mr. Uber-Laker-Fan, sir? We have a hands-free law. Thanks for caring.)

    I grew up in L.A. and now that we were chatting about the Lakers, I mentioned to Amy that I hadn't been to see a live Laker game since they used to play at The Fabulous Forum in Inglewood.

    Those were the days. (I was waxing a little nostalgic...)

    I remembered the Laker players of the early 70's: Jerry West, Elgin Baylor, Gail Goodrich, Wilt Chamberlain, Happy Hairston, Pat Riley.

    And how cool it was to sneak into the Forum to watch the games, and...

    Oops...that was probably an over-share.

    She pulled the car over and stared at me.

    "Sneaking into Laker games? Who are you?? And what have you done with my mother???"
      (Her question mark usage totally escalated as her questions grew more and more pointed.) "What else have you never told me????"

    In my own defense, I wasn't quite the young vandal this makes me sound like.

    I had a friend (okay, a boyfriend. Shut up.) who worked there who opened a door for a group of us occasionally (okay, every Tuesday night, but that's soo not important right now).

    So now that I was on the spot I felt like I had to bare my soul and confess to her my other teen indescrecions, such as going up to the Griffith Observatory on concert nights at the Greek Theater. We would then hike down and sit in the trees and listen to whoever was in concert.

    NOTE: My Cuban parents were fine with me going out as long as I was in a group. And because as a teenager I always traveled in a pack, I guess it was okay. In retrospect, I think they were either really evolved, or (more likely) just tired of parenting (I am the youngest of six). ;-)

    I remember the Greek Theater nights fondly. In fact, sneaking into the trees at the Greek was on our list of things to do every summer. I know. Shut up.

    We sat in the trees and listened to a very young Elton John (his first U.S. tour - Take Me to the Pilot and Your Song days), Neil Diamond (Hot August Night Album), and Chicago (when they were still cool and only had one self-titled album). 

    No alcohol. No drugs. Just a group of innocent teenagers (and yes, such beings existed!) wanting to listen to music under the stars.

    I told Amy my teenage sneak stories and really, they sounded pretty innocuous once I explained.

    And I laughed and shook my head as I remembered how silly and innocent and fun-loving we were as teens. And I realized that after Amy's initial shock had worn off, that my Parental Coolness Quotient had gone up just a few notches.

    Was I sneaky? Probably.
    Was it fun? Totally.

    And yes, I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.  (Go Lakers!) =D

    "I was so naive as a kid. I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing."
                                                                                        ~Johnny Carson

    June 23, 2009

    Angels in the Outfield

    I love baseball. Duh, I'm Cuban. Of course, I love baseball.
    Correction. I love live baseball games. Eric says that's quirky. (I think he means it in a good way...)

    So tonight we went to our first Angel game this season. Sadly, the Angels really stunk and the Colorado Rockies wiped the field with them 11-1, but that's not important right now.

    So, baseball game quirks...

    I love watching the live games, but I can't stand watching games on TV. Seriously. I'd rather stick a fork in my head than try to follow the action on a screen. I don't care how big that screen is.

    I think I prefer the live games because we always have a blast. So we (Eric, the kids & I) try to get to at least a few games each year (and not just for the free cooler and hats, either).

    We like to sit at the end of the first base line where we usually get a long foul ball sent in our general direction. Which was exactly what happened tonight. The big guy in the visor caught the ball and we cheered him as One of Our Own. I loved that.

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    There's also the vendors hawking their ice-cream and churros and peanuts and giant red we're-number-one hands and there's always one little kid who HAS TO HAVE IT and the parents always give in. I just love that.

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    I love when we do the wave. 

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    And tonight the wave traveled around the field 8 times - EIGHT! (Eric counted) How cool is that?
    This made everyone in the entire stadium absolutely delirious. I think we were getting a little bored watching our team get trounced and this made for a great and noisy diversion.

    Cannot even describe how cool this was.
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    Of course, we had to have hot dogs. I swear, I never even think of hot dogs in my real life, but the minute I walk into the stadium all I can think is Must. Have. Hot Dog. Totally Pavlovian, I know.

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    I love the 7th inning stretch when the guys in the straw hats throw out peanuts and crackerjacks while we sing at the top of our lungs. It just doesn't get any better than this!

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    And because our team is the Angels, we totally do the flapping-angel-wing move like from the movie Angels in the Outfield when the kid sees the real angels and he starts flapping and then everyone starts flapping and then the Angels start winning and well, I'm not really a big Tony Danza fan, but I really enjoyed him in that movie and okay, yes, I concede that this might be a tad quirky....

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    But the coolest part of going to Angel games for me?

    We all get to wear RED.

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    And don't we all look just fabulous in RED??

    I know. Shut up. =D

    June 21, 2009

    Thanks, Dad.

    Hi. This is Eric.
    I decided to hijack my wife's blog for Father's Day.

    I just want to thank my Dad for all the good qualities he has taught me over the years.

    He was always a good provider.
    When I was little my dad took several jobs to help provide. My dad did what he had to do to take care of my mom, my little sister and me. I don't recall ever not having enough. When I was in high school he even bought me a real pinball machine! My friends would come over  and we'd play for hours.

    Now that I think about it, I  am not sure if he bought it for me or for him, but that's beside the point. (Or as my wife would say, that's not important right now.) ;-)

    My dad is loyal.
    He has been married to my mom now for 44 years. One thing I learned from my dad is that quitting is not an option.

    He survived Indian Guides, Boy Scouts, Baseball, Soccer.
    He consoled me when I was heartbroken.
    He's an Expert Pinewood Derby Car Builder.
    He's been a good friend.

     

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    Me & my Dad, circa 1965.

    Dad, thanks for having ME.

    I love you.
    Happy Father's Day.

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    Thanks, Dad. Part 2

    Marta here.

    The apple does not fall far from the tree.

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    Eric with Jonathan, circa 1996.

    Thanks, Eric. For being a wonderful father. You obviously learned your lessons well. =D

    I love you.
    Happy Father's Day.

    June 19, 2009

    The Grand Poobah of Cuteness

    My grand-nephew, Ben is celebrating a birthday today.

    This beautiful boy is probably the most photographed child of this century.

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    There is a really good reason.

    He is just too cute.
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    I know.
    Super cute, right?

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    High cuteness factor.
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    Cuteness oozes from his pores.

    In fact, he represents four years worth of cuteness. (Today is his fourth birthday.)

    How cute is he?
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    The correct answer is: "Impossibly cute."

    Happy Birthday, Benicio!

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