Thursday, March 3, 2011

El Valor de la Educación

Early in the 1900’s, a young couple left their native Puerto Rico in the hope of starting a new life in the United States. Their destination was New York. Having arrived during the Great Depression they found that times were hard in the United States. But being proud and industrious the two set off to work… hard. They did not have glamorous jobs, but they were employed. Slowly they built their life and their family, first with a daughter and then with a son. Life was perhaps not what they had dreamed of for themselves, but their goal was to make sure their children had a good future. The means for achieving that goal was a good education.

This man and woman were proud and intelligent people, despite their humble position in New York. They knew the importance of education. The woman’s family was respected in her community in Puerto Rico. Her own father was an educator. Years after this woman died, the town of Manatí, Puerto Rico, recognized her father´s contribution to education and named the High School after him. La Escuela José Montañez Genaro still stands today.

This couple´s son, my father, grew up in the Bronx amongst the children of other immigrants. People of all different ethnicities and religions lived in his building. The parents worked hard to get ahead, and the children played and studied together in the local public schools. My father went on to Bronx Science where he was in the minority. There he befriended teenagers of many different backgrounds, and even started the band in which Bobby Darin began his singing career. Education in music was as important to his family, as science and language arts were. His first cousin, Marta Casals Istomin, is the best example of this in the family.

My father worked and studied hard throughout his High School years. He was motivated by the passing away of his mother while still in his tweens. My father became a ¨latch key kid¨, responsible for himself at a very young age. He washed and ironed his clothes, as well as did his homework and practiced piano. He knew the importance of education and getting good grades, was motivated by his parents to do so, and believed in it. When my abuelo got home they discussed school and did more housework. My father graduated from Bronx High School of Science, and then went on to Brooklyn College where he attended classes by day, and worked after school. He did much of his reading and studying on the subway. When applied and was admitted to several U.S. medical schools, my grandfather was unable to send him because he simply could not pay the tuition. Thanks to some uncles in Puerto Rico, he learned he could attend medical school in Spain, and did just that.

I believe in the value of education. Although there are many, and in some cases very famous, examples of people who did not graduate from college who have become very ¨successful¨, the reality is that they are in the minority. Wildly successful people who did not graduate from high school are even more difficult to find. Why, then, is the high school graduation rate for Hispanic students 55 percent compared to 69 percent for their non‐Hispanic peers? 1 The first reason is access to and awareness of resources and information necessary to prepare these students to go to college. The second is a lack of information concerning financial services for parents of children who would like to attend college. Despite the difficult and sad circumstances of my father´s childhood, he had the good fortune to have parents who understood the importance of education, and who found the means to get him there. Many teenagers today are not that fortunate.

Gratefully there are organizations working proactively to change this. In February 2010, Univision Communications Inc. launched a comprehensive multi‐year national education initiative called Es El Momento (The Moment is Now). This initiative is aimed at improving academic achievement and readiness, with the goal of a college education. To that end, a coalition of highly respected organizations is lending their support. These include the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, the U.S. Department of Education, NASA, ASPIRA, NCLR, Excelencia in Education, the Alliance for a Better Community, Intercultural Development Research Association (IDRA), the California State University System, LULAC, the Hispanic Scholarship Fund, College Board, the Congressional Hispanic Caucus Institute, and the Congressional Hispanic Leadership Institute. Another organization near and dear to my own heart, LATISM (http://www.latism.org/), is also lending it´s voice and support.

Perhaps as a result of a difficult youth, my father chose to bring life into this world. He has delivered thousands upon thousands of babies in the South Bronx. I am very proud of him and I´m sure my Abuelo José and Abuela Nellie are, too.

I just can´t help but wonder how many of the thousands of babies he delivered were able to pursue and achieve their dreams of a college education. I hope it is more than 55%.

If you would like to learn more about the Es El Momento initiative please visit their site at http://vidayfamilia.univision.com/es-el-momento/.


1 Diplomas Count 2009”, Editorial Projects in Education 2009.

DISCLOSURE: I was approached to write this by a dear friend from the LATISM organization. I have not been, nor will I be, compensated for writing it. This is a topic which I consider personally important and with which I identify strongly, and I am proud to participate in spreading the word.

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Fine White Layer of Dust

The year was 1986, and I remember being on a date with my husband when I saw the Tom Hanks remake of “The Money Pit”. It wasn’t the best movie. It was a typical 80’s movie complete with a yuppie couple and a handsome yet sketchy eastern bloc baddie played by Alexander Godunov. (Everyone wanted an Alexander Baryshnikov in their movie back in those days.) As I say, the movie was “OK”. I laughed at the pratfalls, loose flooring and cave-ins. In short, it was the sight gags that made it passable. Of course, at the ripe old age of 20, I didn’t exactly understand the subject matter behind the falling beams. I missed the deeper level of black humor hidden behind the silliness. In short, I had no idea what it was like to own a home and then “fix” it.

Now I do.

Please don’t get the wrong idea. My house is not a money pit. It was, however, previously owned by a gentleman who did precious little to update it over the years. How do I know? Because my husband and I have systematically stripped it down, room by room, from ceiling beams to foundation all in an effort to update and upgrade it. It has been a nerve wracking and expensive five and a half years, but it has been worth it. We still have a way to go, but with every new tile, coat of paint, shingle and pipe this house feels less and less like the old man’s house, and more and more like ours.

You don’t know what true love is until you look at your husband from across a living room where everything is covered in a fine white layer of dust and a bank account of dwindling savings and think “I would still do it all over again.”

Monday, November 29, 2010

Rooting for the Underdog

Ugh. El Real Madrid. I can't say for sure, and I certainly am not a statistician, but it certainly SEEMS like every time the Real Madrid plays against Barcelona they lose. It's heart breaking. In fact I believe this might actually be my fault. And the reason I believe this is all my husband's fault.

Some 20+ years ago, when the hubby and I were just dating, I bought him a Dolphins sweater for Christmas. It was beautiful in a way that only Dolphins fans could appreciate. It was turquoise blue with white and orange lettering. He really loved that sweater. (I think I have a photo somewhere.) Anyway, one night while we were driving around he put a Dolphins game on the radio, and as I rooted for them they began to lose. So what did the love-of-my-life and husband-to-be say? "Stop rooting. You're jinxing them." Well, of course I didn't believe that to be true, but still...

So the years passed and I started to adopt his love of certain sports teams. The Islanders, the Mets and the Giants all became parts of my vocabulary. (shudder) Sure I had always rooted for the Yankees. I grew up in the Bronx for goodness sake! And yes I used to LOVE the JETS and the Rangers but I had to go an marry a guy from Long Island who supported the local teams and held a grudge against those that left the area. So now I am stuck rooting for a group of (mostly) losing teams. But they aren't losers because I root for them.

But my biggest heartache will always be when Real Madrid loses to Barcelona. Maybe it is me...

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Airport Thoughts

I jotted down these thoughts as I waited to board my flight to Miami last week. Then I reconsidered and didn't post them. But as I reread them I realize how true they ring so I have decided to share them with you. Here goes...

"It is not yet 9am and I am waiting at the airport to board my flight to Ft. Lauderdale. I enjoy flying out of this airport as there is never a line, the screening is thorough and everyone is friendly. Big change from JFK and LGA.

As I sit here I wonder about a couple of things.  First I wonder how my family will do without me. We no longer have the FT caregiver we had when I used to travel for business. Secondly I wonder how I will do. I am on my way to Miami for an event to celebrate the launch of the Que Rica Vida web site en espanol. Accompanying me will be some of the best and brightest Latina mommy bloggers In the country. They also have big personalities, at least on Twitter and on their blogs. I am not a big-personality-having mommy Latina blogger. I have a big-on-paper personality. I also suspect that I may be older than some of these mommy bloggers. Ah well. I will find my way and make my mark. I am looking forward to these next two days.

So, as I sit here I will push these thoughts aside and focus on something else. I am incredibly lucky to have been selected to attend. And truly life is wonderful. Que Rica Vida!"

So. Was I right? Did the mommy bloggers have big personalities? They did! They were funny and bright and so welcoming. I would go again in a heartbeat.