Remembering Archbishop Flores

 

We were stationed in Bad Kreuznach, Germany with the 8th Infantry Division. My family had recently joined me and I was involved with Religious Education with the Catholic Chaplain, Father Matz. As we were preparing for the sacrament of Confirmation in the Catholic Church, we were aware that Bishop Flores was in-country performing the sacrament in each military community throughout Europe. My wife and I were going to be sponsors for all the candidates in our community.

When he arrived at our chapel, we introduced ourselves as residents of San Antonio. He was elated to finally meet somebody from home. After the ceremony, there was a reception at the service club where the commanding general thanked Bishop Flores for coming all the way overseas.

During the reception, Father Matz took my wife aside and asked her if she could cook a Mexican meal for the Bishop later after the reception. My wife said yes and started calling a neighbor to assist in the preparation.

When Bishop Flores arrived at our apartment, dinner was ready. It was a tired bishop and he found it comfortable in the surroundings. He met and greeted my children and sat down to rest before we ate. After the meal which consisted of enchiladas, rice and beans, he sat down again. He found out that I had a guitar and started play it and sing some songs. We had conversations about our families at home and Bishop Flores was asked if he could call on our families and tell them that we’re ok. He said yes he would, before he left.

About a month later, Anita’s father excitedly wrote that the Bishop had called him and talked about how much he enjoyed his visit to our home.  Later, we received a package from Bishop Flores which contained a record album of all the songs he recorded with Mariachis.

It was a great occasion and an honor to meet the soon to be named Archbishop of San Antonio.

After my retirement from the Army, we had an occasion to again meet the now Archbishop at St. Michael, where again we were involved in the Confirmation process.

My Sister Irma

  The holidays are here and that’s when I remember my sister Irma. Even when we had Christmas at my mother’s house, she would be in the middle of the Christmas packages calling out names. I have that distinct memory in my mind and it saddens me that she left us so early in her life.

From the beginning when we were living in the housing area, I had to babysit her constantly. That was because I was the oldest in the family. I would take her to the playground and have her play on the swings which was her favorite.

When I left for the service and much later, she became the flower girl for Anita’s ad I wedding. Afterwards, I lost track of her until my son, Martin, was born. I saw her on a super 8 mm movie jumping around in front of the Barron family house with Martin on the grass trying to get him to pose for the camera.

From that time, I saw little of her until I retired. It was Christmas in 1978 and it was the first Christmas with the whole Cortez family that we’ve missed all these years. Irma was there at the house on Fitch Street. You could hear her laughter because it was loud. When it was time to open the gifts, she was right in the middle of all the packages with my other sister Delia. Calling the names of the recipients.

So, when she and her family moved to a north side home, the Thanksgiving and Easter events were held at her house. Christmas was still held at my mother’s house. Later my mother moved to a bigger house with more room for our activities. Irma, loud and boisterous was still doing the same thing she had been doing all along every year at Christmas.

There were some tragic events in her family and Irma weathered them all trusting in her faith in the  Lord. Her response to any sayings on scripture or if their pastor was quoting scripture was “tell it like it is pastor” or “Amen to that” and it was done loud and clear where everybody could hear. I can still hear her saying to me “hey brother, how are you doing?”  She was the only one who called me that. Everybody else called me “junior” or Gene.

When I heard that she was diagnosed with cancer, I was devastated and found out later that her sickness spread throughout her body.  Her children had already grown and were with her when she passed  away. My brother in law, Larry took it very hard and veered away from the family in mourning. We are constantly praying for him.

irmaFor me, I still feel her spirit and I try to live just like she did, with a generous heart and belief in the Lord.