The finished product.
Day of the Dead, also known as Día de los Muertos, wasn’t a holiday I grew up with in the suburbs of Houston.
Although my mother and father were raised as children in Mexico, they never tried to paint our faces in skeletal patterns or made us create altars in honor of our loved ones that had passed away.
It wasn’t until I moved to Victoria, where I learned to love the traditions of Día de los Muertos.
My first year as a reporter with the Advocate was two years ago, in 2012.
I remember covering the Day of the Dead parade and festival hosted by the Nave Museum with support from other organizations in town.
One of the vendors was from San Antonio, he was selling artisan soaps wrapped in dyed corn husks.
I didn’t paint my face that year but that bar of soap kept me thinking about the parade and the sacred day meant to honor the dead.
The next year I traveled to San Antonio for a Día de los Muertos/Halloween weekend with my siblings.
It was that year, I decided to paint my face… after all, we were going to be at a Día de los Muertos drag show fundraiser hosted by Rene Roberts, one of San Antonio’s premiere stylists.
It was a lot fun.
I felt pretty under the paint, exotic even.
Seeing all the different styles people chose with their face paint kept me entertained all night.
This year, I’m not sure if I’ll paint my face.
But I might make an altar, or at least, that seems to be the next step.
However, I know whatever I decide to make, if I do, would pale in comparison to the altars at the Nave.
On Wednesday, I’m meeting with a student who is working on an altar in honor of her grandparents who passed away. She’s doing it as part of her Spanish class at Cade Middle School.
I’m excited to hear her story and see what items she decides to decorate her altar with.
Until next time,
Homecoming had to be my favorite dance in high school. There’s no pressure, it’s at the start of the school year and no matter what happens — rain or shine — it will all be washed away by the impending holiday season. This year I decided to approach our homecoming coverage differently by asking students how their dates asked them to the dance.
The idea came from a bike ride I took with my boyfriend at Riverside Park around prom season last year.
This was the proposal we found:
#Promposals became a popular hashtag on Instagram around the same time last year. Students everywhere were sharing their prom proposal photos.
A cautionary tale: A student told me the story of a boy painting his proposal on a girl’s car but with the wrong kind of paint. Girl said no. Painter thinner had to come to the rescue.
Anyways, the work continues.
I’ll add more pictures once they’re in.
For now here are some of the others I’ve received from our readers here at the Victoria Advocate:
When did asking someone out to a school dance become so complicated?