Beatriz

Beatriz

Rita Beatriz Bibiana Duarte Novelo (1911-1993)

If life took Amparo by surprise, we can say that the shock Beatriz received was ten times worse. That’s not why, however, her life is transcendent. The most important thing is the fact that she never complained. Beatriz was someone who had a Strength never before seen.

Given the events of her life, she could have chosen to play the role of broken-hearted leading lady many times over, and worse things, too. Instead, she decided to create a story of infinitive love, full of happiness, for the enjoyment and also the salvation of her whole family.

This story will recount her life up until the year 1967, which was the last time she saw her loyal and loved Marta. In that meeting, the two of them end a very important chapter of their lives. In that meeting, they embrace and say goodbye for the last time.

Amparo

Amparo

Loved. You were always very loved. Life gave you the opportunity to be doted on by your parents, protected by your brothers, idolized by your husband, adored by your children, loved by your grandchildren, and venerated by your employees.

Of course, life also saw you suffer. Before your eyes, the world of abundance collapsed and you couldn’t do a thing. You didn’t know how to do anything.

They taught you manners so you knew how to behave among the upper classes. They taught you to embroider with the finest threads, the most complicated stitches, and you created incomparable needlepoint. They taught you to play beautiful, classical melodies on the piano for the enjoyment of the family, and to pronounce, without imperfections, those languages thought to be refined. And, of course, they taught you to live your life in accordance with the Roman Catholic faith. None of these lessons was simple. But none of it prepared you for what life had in store just around the corner. It wasn’t your fault. No one could have imagined it.

Rita

Rita

Rita Puerto Cuevas (1849-1913)

If I had to choose one word to describe you, I wouldn’t think twice. I would use the word Fighter.

I know my grandmother would prefer it if I used the word Victor, but knowing the story the way I do, I don’t agree one hundred percent. Readers will soon have the freedom to decide for themselves, but in the meantime let me say that we, the descendants of this woman, were brought up to be workers. Because of her we never allow ourselves to give up. Because of her we never allow ourselves to fall apart when faced with difficult, complicated moments. Men, and women too: we have all made our way forward.

And she is the one we need to recognize.