This is a photo of my family in Cuba in 1959. My dad, Radamès, is the little cutie on the far right. His namesake and my grandfather is on the far left.
Yesterday, with the outpouring of love for the role our dads have played in our lives and all that’s been going on presently, it feels relevant to share an excerpt from an article my sister wrote about my family’s journey to the U.S. “On January 1, 1959, Cuba changed forever. Fidel Castro, along with his brother Raúl and the Argentinian reactionary Che Guevara, led a revolution to overthrow the dictatorship of Fulgencio Batista. Castro and company promised freedom and equality under their communist rule, but instead one bad government replaced another, with fear, violence, and corruption ruling the day. The changes that needed to happen to bring justice and equality to Cuba’s people did not come, and time would show that the Castro regime destroyed much of the good of the island while keeping the rest for personal gain for its leaders.
In the upheaval of the Revolution, there were many that stood against Castro. These counter-revolutionaries, as they were called, fought as hard as they could to keep Castro from succeeding in his plans for Cuba, and many were wounded for killed in the effort. My grandparents were not in favor of Castro, but they were private in their dissent, in order to protect their family. One day, my grandfather encountered nuns from a local parish. They made a request of the good doctor—they were caring for some men, some counter-revolutionaries, who were wounded and needed medical attention. Would he help them?
The risk of helping these wounded men was very real; the Castro government was merciless on those thought or found to be traitors. For my grandfather, however, it was a matter of duty. The Hippocratic oath was one he took seriously: ‘Into whatsoever houses I enter, I will enter to help the sick, and I will abstain from all intentional wrongdoing and harm.’ Years later, one of my fondest memories is of him singing the words of Matthew 25 to me: ‘Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, that’s what you do unto me!’ To deny these wounded Cubans the medical help they needed...
I’m definitely going to try this with one (or more!) of my boyfriend’s neglected t-shirts at some point 🙂
DO IT!!!!!
Great idea! Would be an amazing outfit to go jogging in too!
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Love the colors of the clothes with the autumn leaves !
Nice photos! Great photography, especially the colors.
Cooool:)
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Rocking the carhartts and the nikes. You go girl. Xx
those are my brands! gotta love them!
Coming from Hicksville USA myself, this is a look and a woman I can appreciate!
hahahaha– I’m from Hicksville as well! So I’m with you!
the colors are cool… I really like it 😉
I’m feeling this. So creative. Great bold color against the background. Excellent photos!
thanks so much– that means a lot!
Cute! And it looks comfy.
supre comfy!
Nice to find a fellow up-cycler and blogger! Thanks for the like and for following me, I shall definitely follow you in return! Look forward to seeing more of your blog!!!
Thanks for stopping by my blog & following! LOVE those shoes!
Michelle
Fierce & Fashionable
super DIY easy & stylish!
it really is easy! and fun to do!
I am so going to show this idea to my scouts when we work on our tie-dyed t-shirts. Only one girl has a t-shirt from her dad but passing along the info will be great!
that’s a great idea! So glad you enjoyed!
Your blog is great and thanks for following me, too. I normally am a sandles flip flop-person, but you have inspired me to like sneakers a little more. Thank you!
Great blog, gal!
it’s the least I can do!
loving sneakers = loving your feet! haha
sweet kicks!
why thank ya!
I love your shirt. Great work!