The April 1 story By trick of fate, Norwegian relatives find each other in Miami is similar to my accidental encounter with a Cuban relative. Last year I participated in the papal pilgrimage to Cuba. While in line to check in for the flight, a group of four women asked me to step in front of them.
One of the women was older and was the mother of the other three. I asked her jokingly if she was from Camaguey where I am from. She said no, but that her grandfather was from Camaguey. She then gave me his name, Melchor Batista y Varona. I told her that was quite a coincidence as my maternal grandfather was his younger brother, Jose Batista y Varona. So the woman and I are second cousins. My mother and her mother were first cousins.
I spent a lot of time with her and her daughters in Cuba. After we returned, we met at her home in Broward. It took a return to our native land — after 50 plus years’ absence — to meet and reconnect with our mothers’ families.
Rosendo Castillo Batista, Palmetto Bay