RENTER

We have rental property (Duplex) in Corpus Christ. and one of renters decided that she could live there for free a couple of months. She did not pay the rent and I called to ask her if she was going to pay or move out, so I asked her to move along if she was not sending the money , will guess what she told me she said that she had rights and she was not going to pay and she will move out when she is ready!!!!!!! I wanted to scream !!!!! WHAT THE &*%$^%&*(*^& I told her I was going to to get her evicted and she said go ahead she had rights ,,,So I went to see the Justice of the Peace in Calallen 6/6/11 and yea she had rights, I had to pay $106.00 (eviction filing fee and a service fee for a constable to put a letter on the door of the duplex) and the set up a court date and for them to send her a letter about her eviction and the court date which was set up for 6/30/11 (24 days later). So I arrived at the court house and sure enough she did not show up, and she was still living at the duplex.. now she had 5 days to leave the property which meant that she had until July 5 because of the Holiday to live there with out paying. And to top things off I could not go and check the property because she could call the police and call it harassment. OK so I waited patiently until the 6 of July to go and check things out praying that she left, with my surprise she had left some furniture in the house and left the washer connection on so I had about 1" of water in the dining room. So I had to go back to the court house and pay $165.00 so the Constable to put another sign that she now had 24 hours to get her things out. Now I am PUSHED and talking *&^%^&$^$*&#@ this is bull shit,,, OK so again I waited so I called the constable office to make sure that they posted the sign July 6, NO they told me because they were so behind and that they will post it on Friday July 8, which meant that now she had till July 11 to get all her things out. I still could not go to the duplex until July 13. On July 13 we met with the Constable to remove her items from the duplex and all the stuff, mattress,baby bed, junk all had to be placed on the curb for 24 hours before we could put in the trash, because she still had another 24 hours to pick up her stuff from the curb. As soon as the Constable left the duplex people were picking up the stuff off the curb. So finally after a long process it over and now the fun begins with the clean up ....

seeking and seeing the Light in a world of darkness

Do you remember the words of Martin Luther as he lay
on his deathbed? Between groans he preached, 'These
pains and troubles here are like the type that printers
set. When we look at them, we see them backwards, and
they seem to make no sense and have no meaning. But
up there, when the Lord God prints out our life to
come, we will find they make splendid reading. 'Yet
we do not have to wait until then. The apostle Paul,
walking the deck of a ship on a raging sea, encouraged
the frightened sailors, 'Be of good cheer.' (Acts 27:22)
(King James Version)
Paul, Martin Luther, and the dear black woman were all
human sunflowers, seeking and seeing the Light in a
world of darkness." (William C. Garnett)
(Taken from Streams In The Desert - L. B. Cowman

Where you can buy or see my art

Thanks to all who came by my booth at the King William festival in San Antonio, Tx

My Items can be found at the following stores, restuarants, salons

San Antonio, Texas
Tres Rebeca's, 711 South Saint Marys St, San Antonio, Tx
(210) 224-5733 http://www.3rebecas.com/

Austin Texas
Samuel Rey Salon & Home Findings - 2945 Anderson Lane Suite B - Austin, TX 78757, - 512-371-5344 http://samuelreysalon.com/

Zandunga Mexican Bistro, 1000 E 11th St,Austin, TX 78702
Neighborhood: East Austin (512) 473-4199 http://www.zandungamexicanbistro.com/

Tulsa Oklahoma
Several long horn skulls covered in mosiac art are hung in the restuarant
Go West Restuarant & Salon-- 6205 New Sapulpa Road, Tulsa, Oklahoma 74131 (918)-446-SLIM(7546) http://www.gowestrestaurant.com

Blogspot.com
http://doloresjarvisfoundobjectmosaic.blogspot.com/

EBAY----United Folk Art Gallery
http://stores.ebay.com/Objects-of-Art-Gallery/Dolores-Gonzalez-Jarvis

Etsy.com
www.etsy.com/people/doloresjarvis

Email
Doloresjarvis@ymail.com

You can't take it with you---BLACK TRASH BAGS

Its 3am and I started writing in my journal ----I could not sleep ...it runs in the family, My daughter has insomnia I guess she is just like me (I hate to say that.... she'll never admit to it). I was thinking about when I die!!!! what is going to happen to all my things? My mind was racing, because I want to have garage sale and I have been postponing it for a very long long long time.
Our belongings what happens to them once we are gone?
I started writing this blog after I read an article about "Can't take it with you".....I thought about my parents, Jose Cruz Gonzalez Jr & Beatrice Campos Gonzalez, They worked all of their life. As I write this I am glancing at their wedding picture I have in my library room and next to it I have a family portrait of our family that was taken in or around 1964...I was about 5 yrs old.


left to right is JC\Ricky\my father
Dennis\my mom\me\Norma\Oscar



My parents built their business in a small town (Robstown Texas) a grocery store and made money ...Robstown was a cotton picking town (seriously) and his store was right in front of the Cotton gin. I remember the long line of loaded trucks full of cotton,he had customers day and night. My parents made 1 million dollars in 1959...ah the year I was born and continued to make money, my father invested his money in several stocks (he was 1 of 12 Mexican -Americans who were the original owner's of KORO, a Mexican TV channel). He opened up another grocery store and later down the years opened a liquor store. We lived next to the business in a large house..I remember my mothers beige round sofa and the cherry wood panels that covered every wall in in the living room. It was beautiful.
My parent's worked 24\7 never taking a day off..We had several nannies that would help my mom, Lola and Lupita who we would call mommy lola and lupita del rancho because she lived at a ranch. I loved them both I guess we all did (my brothers and sister). My mother would get up around 6am drive to pick up mommyLola or Lupita to help in making breakfast and getting us ready for school ( my dad would open the store around 6am) mom would drive us to school and then help my father at the store. She would pick us up after school and take us to our football practice\ballet class or whatever we had scheduled. Once she arrived at home she would drink her 2 beers.....(her vitamins as our family called it) she would take a nap, she would tell one of us "wake me up in 30 minutes".....what we now call a Power nap..she would do this every day...once up she would start preparing dinner. We rarely ate out (we would order take out on the weekends) and off she went to the store to help until 10 pm. She would come home and made sure we all went to sleep and dad would close the store around 10:30 -11pm and on the weekend until 12-1am.
My parents rarely took a vacation\went to a fancy restaurant\go out with friends\go to a movie or go out drinking. They always worked............I remember saying to them I do not want to own my business.
I woke up this morning thinking about my mother in her Struggles\Saving\Sacrifice.

What my mother struggled with....4 boys, 2 girls, husband,the business!!!!!
I hear my adult children say I'm tired, I have too much to do, and they have no kids except for Ed....yea they do have full time jobs...Eddie and Steven work in the oil field and Marisa is a jewelry designer for Fossil and they complain .......
My mother was a SUPER WOMAN...and when she died in 1999 everything else died with her..including a little bit of me
It was the end of a ERA..she was the one who kept us all together my brothers and sister, Once she died it seemed that we went our separate ways...we all isolated each other...2 of my brothers helped my father in the business . I worked and lived in Corpus Christi about 30 minutes from Robstown and trying to raise 2 kids (Marisa and Steven-Ed was in the military) attending college it was difficult to see my father every day. My father passed away in 2004.
I think about the struggle in my mother's life --before she died she became very depressed my sister would tell her WHY you have everything you want.......I knew what was wrong back then.....my father continued to work after my mother became ill and I think and still feel that my father should have taken time to spend with her......That was my main argument with my father... When I went to my parents house after they both died it was a experience for me.I saw several NO I mean about 30 black trash bags full of their stuff......I went looked at each bag and found clothes with tags and shoes in boxes that my mother never wore, , new clothes for my father he never wore . I walked through each room and I remember the dreams that my mother had when they bought this house (we lived next to the business up until 1973 and my father bought a house on an acre on the other side of town ) and I can still remember the day I walked into my parents home WHAT A MESS ----All I wanted to do was walk away ,but I could not let my mothers belongings be thrown in the trash ..its like she did not exist ---tears rolled down my face that day and as write this, tears are rolling down my face.

I now think about my mothers struggle\saving\sacrifice for what ???? everything that they owed were in BLACK TRASH BAGS..

Did they really enjoy the fruits of their labor?
NO I do not think so!!!!

When we were young yes-- we enjoyed their fruits of their labor...I do not remember my parents ever saying No if I asked for something..I do not think I was spoiled..I had what I needed.
Yes My parents were very FRUGAL , but why??
If you knew my father you would never think ---that he was RICH !!!! no way!! He drove an old beat up truck ..but my mother always had a new car every year, my dad would buy her a Delta 88 ..but just to take us to school and the shopping center they never went out ......
My view of Life changed when my mom and my sister died (2001)....

Life is too short...
Wear that special dress, Use that great perfume that cost a couple of hundred dollars, Take that short weekend vacation , Take out those special plates and use them daily, I DO
I enjoy my life there is no time like the present to make the best of every moment count.
Indulge-----enjoy your fruits of your labor----I DO
Because at the end it might end up in several black trash bags!!!

and you are probably wondering what happen to all the MONEY
that will be my next blog!!!!!

Now I think about the day and how it ended---My Molcajete and my dog Rhino

My Molcajete and my dog Rhino

I know it sounds CRAZY—but it all goes together ---------Let me explain
First the- molcajete it is made with natural volcanic stone offers a grinding surface. The molcajete is used with the included tejolote, or pestle. A molcajete is a must-have tool for authentic moles, salsas and fresh guacamole. The molcajete that I have belonged to my mother who passed away in 1999 I found it when I was cleaning my mothers house in 2004 when my father (died in April 2004) and my brother Dennis (died in Nov2004) passed away. I was going thru some boxes that someone had packed and left in the garage. Everything that belonged to my mother was packed in boxes, including clothes, china, jewelry, a bible that belonged to my father and coins galore.
You can just imagine on how I felt when I started to open each box it was like someone did not care about what my parents had left behind. I open each and every box and found several cherish items that my mother loved….a green glass vase that she always had on her bedroom dresser, several religious statues that she also had in her bedroom, my fathers bible with the holder, and then I saw it the molcajete.
When I unpacked the molcajete it felt like my mother was in the garage with me. I can not even explain how DIRTY the garage and the house was….I felt ashamed of how my mother’s house was left, but that’s another story.
Ok ---the molcajete was taken back to my house in Corpus Christi, then we moved several times bought and sold houses then we moved to Laredo TX. The molcajete and several other items that belonged to my parents have been traveling with me for the pass 6 years and now my molcajete is has a place in my kitchen blue counter. The green glass vase has a place in my drama red dining room that is furnish with my mother’s dining room furniture.
I still have several boxes that have items that belonged to my parents that I need to give away, BUT it is hard to do. I know I need to let it go...I WILL I WILL one day….
I see my mothers items everyday and I think about on a daily basis...she was the funniest person I knew , she would make the whole room laugh with her jokes and her laughter and her molcajete is being used on a daily basis I love salsa… I now have the molcajete surrounded by beautiful Mexican women carry baskets and flowers.
Now I will explain about our dog Rhino he was a west highland white terrier that we purchased about 12 years ago.
As most of you know Rhino was my husband baby boy he followed Rick everywhere I mean everywhere, even to the bathroom and for the first couple of years Rick would take Rhino to his office until he started wandering away and he always spend the night on top of our bed. On Sunday Feb 6, 2011 Rhino was breathing heavy and we knew something was not right he had been coughing the past couple of days, Rick gave him some medication and he went to sleep and he seemed to be OK and we had agreed we would take him to the vet on Monday morning. Our veterinary is not open on weekends and does not make emergency calls during the weekend, any emergency we would have to drive to San Antonio or Corpus Christi.
The Super Bowl football game was going to start and Rick wanted a spread of snacks, so I made some tacos, dips and made some fresh salsa using fresh Chile Pequin Wild Peppers from a plant that that is growing in my backyard. While I was making the salsa in the molcajete I felt something /or someone around me. The aroma of the salsa made me think of my mother of how she made the same salsa I was making. I smelled the salsa again and I could feel my mother’s presence in my kitchen. I felt at peace, I did not let Rick know of how I was feeling I was worried about Rhino and I had been telling Rick that Rhino looks old and tired and he needed to be prepared of when Rhino dies.
The day ended and Rick carried Rhino up the stairs and laid him on our bed, Max our 125lb dog and Henry my rescued one eye cat followed up the stairs.
We all went to sleep and around 2ish I felt Rhino jump off the bed I woke up and woke up Rick.
Rick carried him downstairs to go outside and do his thing, Rhino walked back in the living room and collapsed, Rick picked him up and carried up the stairs and turn on my bedside lamp and told me that Rhino was dying…… we covered him with a towel and Rick was holding like a baby and we both started to cry. Rhino died that night in Rick’s arms while I was holding Rick…
Max and Henry were also a wake and knew something happen, we laid Rhino next to Max in his bed and Max put his head next to his body and he seemed to know what happen, he laid his head down and moaned
Now I think about that day and how it ended----with my mother’s presence she was here to confront me and to take our dog with her.

Dolores Gonzalez Jarvis

Items At Tres Rebecas Store

Tres Rebecas in San Antonio, Texas is now selling some of my jewelry and art items.