My old man was digging through some old stuff over the holidays, and brought some of it over to our house at Christmas to check out. It prompted some discussions about family history. For example, our family had places in Mexico City and Del Rio in the early 1900s. But we were closely aligned with the Porfirio Diaz regime, so once the revolution got hot enough, we had to scoot from the DF. For a time during the fighting, it was really only safe for the kids to be out in the streets, as the combatants would leave them alone. You know that famous picture of Zapata and Villa in the presidential palace, as the revolutionaries took it? Family legend is that my grandfather (a kid at the time) was in the next room at the time, along with many other locals just checking shit out: (Photo from the web, it’s not one of ours) But being aligned with the Diaz regime, we had some cool shit, like these Mexican centennial postcards: And on one of my grandfather’s stays in Del Rio, he was quite worried about his chickens, who he had left back in the DF in his sister’s care (note sent on a Diaz postcard, of course): It’s good to hop that non of your chickens has dide, I think we can all agree. We left the DF during the revolution under a flag of truce, and although some family members live there now, it took them a long time to return. A really cool bit of Del Rio history to follow….