
Me and my buddy Fuzzy...
This afternoon, I had the honor of attending birthday party for the mother of my childhood friends. Now, I've documented in this blog the fact that I did not have the best of childhoods, but attending this party sent memories rushing through my mind. By far some of the fondest memories from that period of my life.
I came to know the Fuentes family soon after we moved to Minnesota from Kansas City. I was 9 years old at the time. My friends father, Fernando, was the building manager of the apartment we had moved into. Gilbert (Steve) Fuentes and I attended the same school in 4th grade. We hooked up after I discovered the connection with his father.
I remember the first time I was invited to the Fuentes house. I had never seen such a big family. Steve was the middle of a family of 8 kids. Fernando Jr., Jose (Lalo), Claudia (Cha-Cha) Rolando (Fuzzy amongst other nicknames), Gilbert, Rudy, Diana and Michael. Their mother, Francis, was the quintessential housewife and mom.
As I was dealing with an abusive, alcoholic mother, I remember spending nearly as much time at their house as I was at my own. I was always welcome at the Fuentes home. Us kids would either play in the basement or outside in the yard of their huge home. During school months, I'd always find my way to their home, where we'd all then walk to school together.
I hung out mostly with Fuzzy and Steve, but even the older kids were accepting of this chubby kid. I remember many times going with all the boys to the Fighting Saints hockey games. It was clear that I was just one of the boys.
When my mother died when I was 11 years old, I was given the option to move in with family either in Nebraska or Maryland, or stay in St. Paul with a neighbor lady that I had befriended and ran errands for. The single deciding factor for me was my friendship with the Fuentes family. I did not feel that ever find friendship like that anywhere else.
I was still very tight with the family right up to when I eventually wound up moving in with my uncle in Maryland at age 15. While I did establish friendships out there, it just wasn't the same.
When I returned to Minnesota, I never really hooked back up with the boys. It wasn't until I came back to the area in 2004, after my Vegas adventure, did I actually spend some adult time with my childhood friends. I was also shocked to find out that Steve had moved to Vegas and was out there the same time as I was. We lived less than a mile apart at one point and didn't even know it. I guess he never listened to talk radio out there.
I get a chance a few times a year to get together with Fuzzy and Jr. It's always a good time either grilling or going to the bar to watch a Vikings' game. When I was contacted about this get together for their mom, I couldn't pass it up.
I picked up a simple card for Francis and in it I wrote...
Some of my best childhood memories were spent at 701 Kansas Ave.
Thank you - Happy Birthday
For as long as I live, I will always hold a place in my heart for this dear woman and her wonderful family.
Adios...
