Juanita Villarreal:
CLASS OF 1967
Mission High SchoolClass of 1967
Mission, TX
Juanita's Story
Hi, I have to tell all of you that I was actually supposed to graduate in the 1966 Senior Year, but my mother took me out of school for a total of 3 months to help her with her newborn baby for she was unable to due to sickness. I didn't think anything of it so who wouldn't accept the offer. No more school for the rest of the year! But, when graduation time for the Year 1966 arrived, I cried so hard for not thinking that those 3 months would affect me drastically the rest of my life. I ended up graduating in the Year 1967. I went to the 67 reunion and left early because, I knew very few people there. It has been a bit confusing whether which graduation year I pertained/pertain to. If you asked me to go to the 1966 reunion, sure, I will know just about everyone. I know many 1967 graduates too, however, I still felt a hard blow to my stomach knowing that the 1966 Graduates were so proudly going up the platform to receive their 1966 graduation diploma without me. I wanted to be there to at least see my great friends I know very many people in the 1967 graduation.
HOW ABOUT IT? I WANT TO HEAR FROM EVERYBODY ABOUT THIS. :)
Lots of Love,
<3 (Janie) **Juanita Ramos Villarreal **
A Childhood Memory I Will Never Forget
It was one gloomy and cool day with about three days until Christmas on December 20, 1959 . My mother had been rocking one of the most beautiful five month young little baby boy for about three days and three Nights. It was like the world stood still when I got so worried that my mother was still there and no movement was made to get this little baby to have a doctor see what was wrong with this little baby who had cried so hard. He finally looked like he was too tired to cry. I was at a ripe age of my twelve years when I stopped pacing and screamed at the top of my little lungs! MOM! why don't you take the baby to the doctor! You can hear no more cries coming out of him! My mother yelled back at me, "How can I take him to doctor nor the hospita!" we have no money to take him to the doctor much less the hospital I continued with "there has got to be a hospital you can take him to, He's Dying!" I just left because there was nothing else I could do with such a person who is so difficult to get through, to. On the following day I was awakened to get ready to take the baby to the hospital. I thought, "what baby, he can't even cry anymore and is bearly breathing. My Madrina drove up in her big old but in brand new condition, Cadillac to pick us up to take the baby to the hospital. I sat in the back seat and was handed the poor little loose body on my lap. Mom went in the front seat with her comadre Maria. She was driving as fas...Expand for more
t but yet within the limits. As they both chatted, I held the tiny five month baby as I checked him out to see how bad he was. Oooooh yes, his body was loose, but he still had a little bit of life, so I just prayed so hard to keep him alive. As we came to the Edinburg Hospital for the dying baby. Soon, Mom and her comadre took the baby and fled in the hospital, I stayed in the waiting hall. It was quite some time when my Madrina walked into the waiting hall holding Mom whom seemed to be experiencing a stiffening of the body as she could not cry. I told Mom, "I take it that he died?" She answered back, with a sad look in her face. I never cried either. I would just come into our livingroom to see him for a little while. Since I was standing it was easy to leave right away. I noticed that there were many people sitting around the baby whom looked like a tiny white little angel dressed in his white clothes and a pretty casket, ruffled up in all white. I never let out tears, I just walked around the baby in a very confused state of mind. It did not dawn on me that he was dead, I just thought that God was going to take him very soon. I wondered about that for a little while. At the age of 35 was when it hit me as I remembered and cried for him, soooo unconsolable, for many hours. I remember him even now with tears in my eyes as I write this letter. I still blame Mom for not telling Dad who should have known to get the baby to a doctor in the day time. This baby could have lived now. We do not have to wait to have money right away, the moment the child is sick.
My mother deceased in August 2004 after being in horrific pain for 3 days and 3 nights in the hospital after the Cardiologist pushed the stent into the only vein that was clogged but was 95% clogged when his office secretary gave him the papers stating that the clogged vein was 65% clogged, tearing that clogged vein and causing her death to take three days and three nights by slow dripping of blood from that vein; was inexplainable until they went in to perform exploratory surgery. When they opened her up, blood gushed out of her all over the floor. I felt very bad; I cried, of course. It was when Mom was in her first day for vewing at the Funeral Home, I found myself alone with her. when I remembered as I spoke to her who could not hear me, of course, I was upset when I mentioned to her that she as the baby suffered for 3 days and 3 nights. Maybe she thought about it before she deceased, no one will know. Don't get me wrong, I loved My Mother Dearly.
I always wanted to be a school teacher when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a great idea. As it turns out, they were disappointed.
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