Dinner With The Folks

This is dinner with Grandma and Grandpa McIntire at their house. Countless times, Dad Hank would refer to his parents as "the folks'". It was just how he described them. Reminescing about those good times, and the comfort of being with them, when the children were small.

Grandma Betty aka Grandma McIntire, spend many hours tutoring me about the ways to teach my children from her example. She helps tremendously when we lived in Arizona, and they came to visit about every few months from California. The kids got to see their grandparents often that way, until they retired and moved to Arkansas.

This may have been for Sunday dinner, we are all dressed in our Sunday clothes. We stayed dressed up all day in those days, or until the kids got older, along with having Sunday naps, a great tradition.

Images From The Archives

Halloween before trick or treats at Wymount Terrace, in 1970, our first year there. Tara, who used to be called "Bunny, Foo Foo," was in the pink rabbit costume, about 20 months old, with Hank, 6 and Tanise, 4 both in western garb.






These photographs have been more or less "hidden in the earth." They were unearthed recently and were slide originally. I found them in a box yesterday and took them to be developed at WalMart. It made me think of my youthful years as a mother, and how shockingly thin I was then! It puts me to shame now.

It was a walk from the past and a cherished memory. The family photo was taken at Mack and Betty McIntire's, the grandparents of our brood, in Fullerton. What a nice stroll it was. Tara was a babe in arms, with Tanise about three, and Hank 4 1/2 at the time. Dad, Hank had a cast on his left foot from probably playing basketball with the Elders.

We are Daughters of A King

I guess that makes us "Princesses," right? Here are a few photos of the latest additional princess in our family. Baby Tess Rebecca McIntire. She is finally here and such a grand little lady, already.






Sweet Dreams, our Angel

Appreciating My Roots, Ancestry

Fidela Recio, a maternal great-aunt, a sister to Feliciano, is holding a nephew in Brownsville, Texas. She never had children of her own. She had married, and had a store in Brownsville. She divorced her (drunken) husband, and never married again.

I was given this photo by a distant cousin, Cookie Perales whose father, Patricio, and Uncle, Esiquiel-her Step Father were brothers to my great-grandfaher, Feliciano Recio. Her mother married the brother first, then married the second one, when her first husband passed away.
Jose Maria Recio. He was a farmer, and is in this photo in an open market in Matamoros, very likely. He raised vegetables, fruit, and looks like he must have raised chickens, with the box of eggs to his left. Looks like brown and white eggs.


This morning I was reflecting upon the contribution my ancestors have made to my success and life. I understand the hardships they had as they chose to come to this earth when they did. I also accepted the responsibility and debt of gratitude I have of their lives.

Some time ago it dawned on me that we each must have had a choice to come when we were born. It must have been a very grand process. We mingled all together in heaven as spirit children of God. We lived in that sphere and prepared ourselves for life that whole period of existence. Then, I wonder how were assigned the parents or how that process was decided or made.

However it was, I know that the full gospel plan was reviewed, and for those who came to earth,I must have raised my hand, and was given the charge to remember my ancestors and facilitate and search for them, to identify them as my kindred. I am honored to embrace their histories, their stories and their memorabilia. I treasure the photographic history that are available through modern technology for more than just me to obtain.

I share willingly, and if anyone reading this desires more or/and what I have here, please ask me. My goal is to compile the documents of their history including certificates, the written word, besides photographs. We are all connected and I am so blessed to know about my kindred.