Grandpa Ramón's 86th Birthday

June 20, 2006 By: erik Category: Family, Flickr, Mondragon, Partying, Photos, Spain 1,313 views

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This past weekend, we went to Mondragon to celebrate Grandpa Ramón’s birthday. We had a big feast at the Extremadura Cultural Center where most of Marga’s family are members. I was surprised to see that the birthday cake bore a piece of artwork of mine.1

Last year in Extremadura, I gave a present to Grandpa Ramón that was a little cheap photo frame with a few pictures inside it that I had taken that very same visit and had a local shop print for me. The best one of those was this picture here:

Fiesta de Espuma

Someone in the family had “borrowed” that picture from him without his knowledge and given it to the pastry shop to scan and use their “cake printer” to put it onto the cake.


Aunt Inés serves up the main course.


Marce helps with delivering the plates.


Erik between two Margas. I had to grab the hands and “straitjacket” them to keep them from poking at each other like little kids. My complexion is due to one part sun, two parts wine.


The cake.


“Zorionak” is “Congratulations” in Basque. “Abuelo” is “Grandpa” in Spanish.


Belén presents her grandfather with his cake.


Posing with his pastry likeness.


The grandchildren. From top left: Rubén, Belén, Marga, Gorka, Maikel, Grandpa, and Ion.


The “extended” grandchildren. Additional faces from top left: Patricia (Rubén’s girlfriend), Gorka (Belén’s boyfriend), Erik, Diego (the son of some close family friends), and Jennifer (Maikel’s girlfriend). No girlfriends serious enough for family dinners for Gorka and Ion.


Uncle Ramón orders after-dinner drinks.

On Sunday morning, I went with Juan (Marga’s father), as I often do, to care for his chickens.


Upon hearing us arrive, they all came out and stood by the door to their pen.


Every little scrap of uneaten food at Juan and Marce’s house is put into a plastic bag and brought to the chickens. They eat everything.


They certainly aren’t the cleverest of animals, but we did have to devise a system to stop one of them from jumping up on a series of objects to escape from the pen.


This gal would look good on a bed of rice.


Some breeds are uglier than others.

1I have decided not to sue for copyright infringement.

  • Betsy

    The Spanish sure know how to celebrate. Are the trophies, visible in the background of one of the shots, from Extremadura exploits? Do the cultural clubs compete in intramural type events?

  • Good question. Yes, they’re from soccer events, I think. Some are for card games. I don’t know all the details. I think they don’t do that so much anymore since most of the members’ children are past intramural soccer age. Most of the members seem to be 55-years-old (+/- 5 years), part of the big “looking for work” south-to-north migration of 30 years ago.

    A couple of months ago, Andoni, the only grandchild missing in the picture above, went back into a back room and pulled out an old dusty trophy that he had won ten years ago. I’ll ask about the trophies next time I’m there.

    There’s an Andalucian cultural club in Mondragon too.