OBRAJUELO,Guanajuato--My hubby decided to call himself "Jeremias" shortly after moving to Mexico because, well, it was just less painful than having to constantly spell out his name or have it badly mispronounced time after time. And forget about saying Schwartz.
So it was extra special that after more than two years of living in Mexico my hubby finally met a "tocayo" or namesake. We couldn't believe it when a community leader in this small, working-class pueblo introduced us to her baby grandson--Jeremy. She told us that she immediately liked the name when she first heard it on a telenovela.
So the two Jeremys hit it off and smiled for the camera. (Yes, baby Jeremy is eating a corn tortilla even though he doesn't have any teeth yet!) Maybe one day little Jeremy will grow up to be a reporter.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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Great picture, great story. Keep on writing. Wec
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