Saturday, November 24, 2012
Our cow bell was ringing for over a minute. I tried my best to ignore it because I was just into being lazy, especially since Senor and Humberto poured fresh concrete outside the bedroom door and each time I go out I forget it is there. I let the cat out and all four paws sank heavily and Senor almost had a fit because he had to go and get the trowel and smooth it over and it almost made him late for bridge.
So, I thought I would not answer the bell. It rang again. And later, again. That irritated the cat and I had to pick him up and toss him over the still soft concrete. I was up anyway so I went to see who was just dying to talk to me.
It was my young friend, Uriel. I am sure you remember him. He is the ten year old barrio entrepreneur. He is the young boy I buy all of my antiquities from.
Today he had a bottle and he was holding it very, very carefully. Now this bottle, which has a light hint of blue, purple and green to it was only found this morning. It is, according to Uriel, a decent enough find to be put in the museum of Casa Maria Felix. It was dug out of the ground up in the Chalaton at day break, near the alberca, the old swimming pool that is up there.
It is quite possible that this bottle may have belonged to Pancho Villa but Uriel just could not be sure. Venustiano Carranza, once el Presidente of Mexico, was also known to frequent the area and of course, Zapata could have been in the surrounding hills watching him do whatever it was he was doing.
The most significant thing about this bottle is the dirt that is inside. It may very well be over one hundred years old and well, who can resist old dirt? Certainly not me.
I bought the dirt and the bottle it came with for 15 pesos.
I'm quite happy to set it next to all the other exciting antiquities that Uriel brings to my attention.
Que le vaya bien!