Guest guest Posted September 27, 2000 Report Share Posted September 27, 2000 Uncle Joe Mahiques died a couple of nights ago. Now there was an arising in consciousness. He was born 92 years ago in the province of Galicia in Spain and lived there for about nine years before emigrating to the US with his parents Pedro and Rosa Mahiques and his five brothers and sisters. Joe used to tell tales of old Mexico and Pancho Villa --- he was a spell-binding story teller and I can remember him going on for hours about his adventures. At one time during the great depression of the 1930s he used to be a hobo and hang out in the hobo jungles. He would tell of riding the rails and riding in empty boxcars and being chased by the railroad police. He loved to sing Spanish songs. He would have loved to have met you all because he loved people. He would have wanted a little of his story told. The world was richer because of him. So long uncle Joe --- I'll miss you lots. Victor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 27, 2000 Report Share Posted September 27, 2000 Hi Victor, I see a lot of Uncle Joe in you, sort of a done-lots-of-stuff, larger-then-life intensity. The world is richer because of you, too. And Uncle Joe sort of reminds me of my grandparents. My grandfather was a cowboy, and my grandmother came across the country in a wagon train. My thoughts are with you, and I would love to have met Uncle Joe too! Love, --Greg At 11:03 AM 9/27/00 -0400, Victor Torrico wrote: >>>> Uncle Joe Mahiques died a couple of nights ago. Now there was an arising in consciousness. He was born 92 years ago in the province of Galicia in Spain and lived there for about nine years before emigrating to the US with his parents Pedro and Rosa Mahiques and his five brothers and sisters. Joe used to tell tales of old Mexico and Pancho Villa --- he was a spell-binding story teller and I can remember him going on for hours about his adventures. At one time during the great depression of the 1930s he used to be a hobo and hang out in the hobo jungles. He would tell of riding the rails and riding in empty boxcars and being chased by the railroad police. He loved to sing Spanish songs. He would have loved to have met you all because he loved people. He would have wanted a little of his story told. The world was richer because of him. So long uncle Joe --- I'll miss you lots. Victor <<<< Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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