Showing posts with label Jeanette Ray Laurance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeanette Ray Laurance. Show all posts

Friday, November 3, 2017

Ruben’s Kids, the man with the huge heart!

Ruben and Sister Fabuola
He’s not a large man; the top of his head barely reaches to my shoulders, but he has a huge heart. 

Standing beside him in Casa Hogar, the orphanage on the mainland portion of Isla Mujeres, I watched as the tears streamed down his face. 

“They don’t have family.” He quietly said.

After surviving a life-changing event, Ruben Chavez Martinez, the proprietor of Ruben’s Restaurante on Isla Mujeres, has a new goal in life. 

His mission is to give back to the community and to make little kids shriek with laughter. 

Mickey, Ruben, Minnie, January event
He sponsors the Three Kings Day event held annually at his restaurant. January 6th is an important date for Catholics in Mexico, celebrating when the three wise men purportedly arrived in Bethlehem with gifts for baby Jesus. 

It’s the day when children hope to receive gifts from the three kings, instead of on December 25th from Santa Claus. 

Same idea. Different culture.
Sign for the orphanage 

Ruben, until very recently, was also the main supporter of Casa Hogar. Every Friday afternoon, he left his restaurant to cook a hot meal for the dozen or so children living at the orphanage. The number of kids he was feeding soon became twenty-five youngsters, and then forty.
Nico, Terri, Ruben, Ricky, and John


He now has a small but dedicated group of volunteers working under the name of Ruben’s Kids, who help by fundraising and carrying out a myriad of other tasks all related to Ruben’s desire to make kids happy.

Every month, the group purchases stacks of pizzas and grilled chickens to feed the Casa Hogar residents, plus all the kids waiting anxiously at the gate.
Kids eager to help

Once a month, the volunteers do a shopping run to Costco to purchase a truckload of the essentials like toilet paper, beans, rice, and cooking oil. 
Quite recently, islander John Pasnau discovered that the freezer at Casa Hogar is functional, and he stocked it with meat, hopefully enough to last until the next buying trip.

There is a limited amount of living space, and currently, only twelve girls and four nuns live full-time at Casa Hogar. The girls, ranging in age from babies to teenagers, sleep six to a room in clean, well-maintained bunk beds that are covered with brightly coloured bedspreads. 

Inside one of the bedrooms
There are about another two dozen kids who, due to various problems at home, are not living in a safe environment. 

They are daytime boarders, seeking a bit of love and comfort from the nuns. 

Waiting at the gates hoping for a meal
Two weeks ago, I met up with islanders Jeanette Laurence and Mikell Thompson on the Ultramar passenger boat. We were all on our way to Casa Hogar. 

Once we landed in Puerto Juarez, we negotiated with different taxi drivers, finally finding one that knew (approximately) where we wanted to go, and gave us a fair price to get there. 

As it turned out, he needed to ask for directions twice, from the municipal police, but we eventually arrived at our destination. He got a nice tip because it was a much longer distance than we had anticipated.


The four sisters do everything
Casa Hogar is located deep inside Rancho Viejo. It is an area of continental Isla Mujeres that I knew existed, but had never seen. The community appears to be depressed, with not much in the way of industry, commercial establishments, and seemingly no attractions for tourists. The area is poor. Very poor. 

As soon as the supply truck arrived at Casa Hogar, dozens of youngsters eagerly tried to be helpful, carrying boxes of cereal or tins of food inside the building. 

Everyone pitched in - Jeanette Laurence, Mikell Thompson, Terri Tywan, Nico Tywan, John Pasnau, Ruben Chavez, and Ricky Za’Ga - trying their best to ensure every child had something to eat.

Terri and I dishing up food

The dozen or so accompanying parents were hopeful, but in the end, hungry. There just wasn’t enough food to include them. 

By counting the pizza slices, ten boxes with eight slices in each box, we calculated we had fed seventy-some-odd kids and the four nuns who care for them.

As you can imagine, this project is a never-ending labour of love for Ruben and his partner, Ricky Za’ga.  

If you can help in any small way, please friend Ruben’s Kids on Facebook.   https://www.facebook.com/RubensKids/



Jeanette, Lynda, Sister, Mikell, John
Cheers from paradise,
Lynda & Lawrie

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Friday, May 30, 2014

The annual computer tax in a salty environment!


UltraMar docks at Puerto Juarez
“Oh, that can't be good,” a friendly voice said, “I see that you've bought a new computer.”

“You have no idea, Jeanette,” I sighed as I watched our purchases being loaded onto the Ultramar passenger ferry. 
 
“This is our sixth computer in six years. I guess it's the price of living in paradise.”



Six in six years!
We live on the windward side of Isla Mujeres, the east side – the salty side. A combination of humidity and salt blows into our house 24/7, 365 days a year. We thrive in this warm, moist environment, but the climate is hell on electronics. The previous computer lasted a grand total of seven months, and hopefully, we can get it repaired under warranty. The closest repair depot for a Samsung is Fort Worth, Texas, plus we are responsible for the cost of shipping there and back. There is also a repair depot in Mexico City, but we are having our challenges reaching it. Lawrie is working on it, and he is persistent, very persistent.

When we bought the Samsung seven months ago, we decided that we should attempt to protect it from the salty winds. We shut it down every night, tucking it away in a drawer. As it turns out, this was the absolutely worst thing we could do, locking in the daytime accumulation of moisture. Another friend suggested that we leave our computer running 24/7 to dry it out, thereby possibly extending its operational time. He said he has several televisions located in the open air at his bar. They are never shut off and have lasted for years. Okay, it's worth a try. Any bets on how long this computer lasts?

English language & Spanish language keyboards
Besides replacing the computer, for a lot more money than we would have paid if we purchased it in the USA or Canada, we were now blessed with a keyboard designed for the Spanish language. Finding the @ sign for inputting our email addresses was a big challenge, necessitating a quick text to a friend asking for help. The new keyboard has upside-down (to us) question marks, exclamation marks, and two keys for the letter N. The extra key has the accent over the “ñ”, putting ten letters on the middle row of keys instead of only nine. For a touch-typist, like me, it is disconcerting to have an additional key that my fingers have no memory of. Then Lawrie remembered we had a spare keyboard, designed for the English language, that we had bought a few years ago in Canada. We plugged it in, and we're good to go. No more hunting for familiar symbols amongst the plethora of Spanish accents and characters.

I can always take more sunset photos
In the meantime, we started the usual reloading of programs, favourites, and files. I lost a few of my photographs as I hadn't backed up my files onto Google Drive for a couple of weeks, but other than that, we are so accustomed to computer meltdowns that it's not a big deal anymore. Just frustrating. 

I really need to learn how to do recovery backups, but I keep procrastinating. Tomorrow, mañana, soon.

Pirate-themed birthday Barlito's at Marina Paraiso
Most of my recent photographs are replaceable; shots of sunrises, sunsets, local people and animals. A few were one-time events, like the over-the-top pirate theme birthday party at Marina Paraiso for a sweet little three-year-old. 

 The dessert tables were crammed with cupcakes, goodies, and cookies; everything in a pirate theme. The birthday cake had a skull and crossbones, underneath a treasure map made from sweet, yummy icing. A number of the guests and their adult escorts were decked out in pirate outfits. Whoever planned this event did an amazing job.  Lucky for me, Tiffany Yenawine Wareing had photographs of the party.

Now, I am hoping that since we have paid our computer tax for 2014, and just maybe, this one will last until, dare I say it? - 2016. Hah! Silly me.


Hasta luego




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