Shields and loquats


AMBLING ALONG the plaza two days ago, I was waiting for my child bride.

She, her sister and a nephew had walked to the mercado with a big bag of loquats, fruit from a tree in the Hacienda yard. The loquats were for the young widow of our nephew who died of cancer last winter.

The widow, about 32 years old, as was our nephew when he died, recently opened a small business in the mercado where she sells women stuff, mostly makeup. A sister of hers shares the space with a hairstyling business.

Alma is the widow’s name. It means soul in English. Why does no one name a baby Soul in English? I guess for the same reason no one names a baby Jesus either, and that’s fairly common in Spanish. We have a nephew named Jesús.

Alma is a very beautiful woman, and we hope that will help her snare another husband before long because she could use some support — financial, emotional and otherwise.

But she comes with two kids, a deal-breaker for some fellows.

Before selling her car to obtain the funds to open her mercado business, she had worked years for a television cable company, signing up new customers. The pay, however, was inadequate for her new role of single mother.

She does get occasional financial help from relatives, including my child bride.

The kids — Candra and Jaime, age 7 and 11, respectively — are very fond of loquats. They are very nice children, too young to lose their father.

After my wife, her sister and the nephew whom I used to call The Little Vaquero (the Little Cowboy), but he’s almost 15 now, returned from the mercado, we connected in the plaza and drove home. That would be my child bride. We left the other two downtown where they live.

You may be wondering, What’s up with Shields in the headline? Shield is escudo in Spanish, and the photo is the entrance to the Hotel Los Escudos. I walked past as I was waiting for the family. It looked nice, so I shot a photo.

Many years ago, we spent a night in the Hotel Los Escudos on a lark. We enjoyed it, and maybe we’ll do it again one day.

14 thoughts on “Shields and loquats

  1. Well, señor you have apparently survived the solitude without damage.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you from the Houston area, Kemah to be exact. We are here to celebrate the occasion with many who still breathe in the family of La Gringa. Many very young great-grandchildren in that group.

    Please advise if you need anything from Houston, but speak softly, I might collapse of shock. We wish the best for the widow and her kids and for you and the Child Bride.


    1. Ricardo: Yes, I picked her up at the bus station in the capital city on Sunday, and all has returned to normal, which is to say she talks. I listen.

      It was just a couple of hours ago that it dawned on me that it’s Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, or was when I lived up north. What makes it so great is that you don’t have to do anything but show up and eat. No gifts to buy. No trees to wrestle with, etc.

      No Thanksgiving where I am, of course. I like Kemah. I miss Houston, but not enough to move there again even if I could afford it. And no, don’t need anything from there, but thanks.

      Enjoy the day.


  2. When on a scouting mission prior to our move there from Puerto Escondido, we stayed in the room (2 bedroom suite) with the balcony just above the entrance. High point – handmade ashtrays throughout the hotel, several of which we still use for putting wet teabags in. No low point. Great to have a room overlooking the Plaza Grande.


    1. Kris: Yes, it’s a nice hotel, and amazingly inexpensive most of the year. Handmade ashtrays? I don’t recall that, but it’s been a long time since we overnighted there.

      So, come visit again. I’ll tell them to leave the light on for you.


      1. Felipe, just had to put my nose in where it doesn’t belong and say that your comment is a little like “the pot calling the kettle black” seeing as how you already have your own “child bride.” Just teasing, of course!

        Happy Thanksgiving! Like you, it is also one of my favorite holidays. Today, being in Mexico now, I missed some of my mom and sister’s cooking. However, I survived on other expat delicacies.

        Take care.


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        1. Troy: You have something of a point, of course, but I know that ole dawg Mark, and he’s about 25 years older than Alma, and I’m just 16 years older than my child bride. One must have limits, I think.


          1. Felipe, very true! But, where do we draw the line? I have a NOB friend, never married, who recently has been dating a young woman 26 years younger than him. She, quite literally, wore him out but he didn’t complain too much! She calls him ‘poppie’.


            1. Mound: Where do we draw the line? We draw it where the police will not get involved. Guys like young women, and the younger the better. You full well know that. There are lots of other elements involved in workable relationships, of course, but the younger the better for us. As for your friend, tell him to hang in there, congrats and good luck. Poppie indeed.

              Whereas my child bride is 16 years my junior and is not bothered by it aside from the fact that I almost certainly will die considerably before she does, I also had a girlfriend in Houston for a spell after my second divorce, and she was 20 years my junior. The age difference really bothered her and ultimately doomed us. These things are viewed very differently, of course, in the United States.


              1. I say you introduce Mark to Alma, and let her decide if he’s too old. If he’s not, landing a Gringo husband could work out quite well for her and the kids.


                Kim G
                Redding, CA
                Where we seem to recall dating a certain guy in Mexico who was younger than the truck we were driving at the time.


                1. Kim: Unfortunately for Mark, he’s about 1,000 miles from Alma and in another country. Plus, last I heard he already has a girlfriend. And your experience with your young fellow illustrates the pitfalls of picking one really, really young. They do look nice, however. Do they not?


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