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The year was 1958, I was 8 years old and my life from my perspective was good. I had two wonderful parents and a loving sister who was 2 years older than I. My father was a self made man who arrived in Cuba at the age of 14 from Spain and after many years of sacrifices and hard work became the owner of two jewelry stores located in Havana. He was a very descent and proper Spaniard who taught by example. My mother, who was also raised in Spain, was a very loving and caring mother. ... (read the rest of this story)
Truly blessed for having been raised in the USA!
Sali via a Miami el 12 de Septiembre de 1962. Mis padres me llevaron al aeropuerto de Rancho Boyeros donde fue la ultima vez que vi a mi padre.
Estuve en Matecumbe por dos meses y gracias a Rene Garcia ( padre de Andy Garcia el actor ) quien me recogia y me llevaba para la casa de unos tios mios durante los fines de semana.
Siempre estare muy agradecido al padre Walsh, y al programa Pedro Pan.
El 17 de Noviembre fui para Yakima, Washington junto con 20 ninos quienes fueron relocalisados para esa ciudad, sin ... (read the rest of this story)
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Iwould like to hear from some of you. I was there during 1964, until my parents arrived.
I moved to Alabama with my parents, and then to Georgia, and then came to Miami. I married, but my husband died a few years later, and I have not remarried.
I have worked many years in property management, but now I am planning to retire.
I left Havana with many of my friends to go to Jamaica. After spending 5 days in Jamaica it was time to go to Miami. In Miami, I was dispatched to Baltimore where my father was living after 1 month in the USA. I joined my father & then we waited until my mother & sister arrived in June 1962.
I went to high school in Baltimore & later graduated from the University of Maryland at College Park with a degree in Acoounting & Finance.
arrived on a rainy afternoon august the 8th 1962; remember trip to florida city like it was yesterday,the driver wanted to drop me off in camp matacumbe but when we got there, he was told to take me to forida city,Amen to that. finally got to florida city, was taken to see some nuns , was given a sandwich and chocolate milk, while eating, some kid screamed through the window "aprovecha que eso no se da todo los dias".They were right, to this day i cannt eat mashed potatoes.After that they took me to aria's house,they were great house-parents.Remember having ... (read the rest of this story)
Nací en La Habana. Vivía cerca del malecón.Para que todos se den cuenta de lo que pasé diré, que era hija única, única nieta por parte de madre, tenía cinco tías sin hijos y mi padrino y tío político tampoco tenían hijos.
El día que Fidel llegó a La Habana era mi cumpleaños, así que toda mi vida he cumplido años acompañada de ese recuerdo...Empecé a crecer cuando por desgracia oía los disparos de los fusilamientos en La Cabaña y los camiones que pasaban cargados de presos. Esto me sirvió para que a mis ocho años, recién cumplidos, aprendiera el significado ... (read the rest of this story)
Arrived on June 12, 1962. 3-4 days in Florida City then went to Wichita Kansas. Richard and Ruth Sutter home till 1966 when my parents and brother arrived.
I can never forget the day that my sister Norma and I came to the USA. It was Good Friday, 1962. I remember my friends coming to my house and taking pictures before we left for the airport in Havana. It was exiting but very sad because my mother and brother had to remain in Cuba. My brother came five months later but my mother stayed behind for five long years. I stayed with my sister at a friend's home in Miami until were sent to New York City a week later. That "Good Friday" it's ... (read the rest of this story)
My sister Graciela, Brother Antonio and I arrived in Miami on 09/22/1961. Our uncles, Gladys, Eugenio Jauregui and Silvia, Jorge Batlle were waiting for us at the airport and they took us to their house. A few days later my brother and I were put on a flight to Elizabeth, New Jersey to live with our uncles Elena and Rolando Colmenero. We lived with them until the arrival of our parents in 1962. After my parents got settled in NJ our sister came to live with us from Miami. Finally the whole family was together again and living in ... (read the rest of this story)