: Aurora Zacarias
: The Drawing Hand
: BookBaby
: 9781543960686
: 1
: CHF 8.30
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: Biographien, Autobiographien
: English
: 572
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
The book involves one woman's journey through the spiritual world and with supernatural phenomenon. The book chronicles approximately five decades of the experiences Aurora had with the spiritual, supernatural, the occult and other natural and other worldly experiences.

1.

Fond Childhood Memories

I was born at 4:30 a.m. on March 18, 1936 in San Antonio, Texas. My mother was half French and half Mexican. My father was a descendant of Apache Indian and Mexican. His descendants had receded into Mexico. The native Indians of Leon, Guanajuato where he was born were the Chichimeco Indians. We were twelve siblings. Seven boys and five girls. The boys were Camilo, Pedro, Florentino, Inez, Reynaldo, Gonzalo and Tomas. The girls were Alicia, Maria, Marta, Eva and me, Aurora. I was the twelfth child.

We lived in a two room house, with a covered porch. Our house faced Cameron Creek. Our house was the second one from the corner. In the front room my father and my five brothers slept in two beds. The back room was occupied by my mother, my three sisters and me. From the front room we could see the street and the sloping land leading to the Cameron Creek. We could also see the houses on the other side of the creek. There were numerous pecan trees on both sides of the creek. And we could also see the bridge that was over the creek. It was only half a block away from our house. From the doorway of the back room we could see our back yard that stretched out about thirty feet. Passing that, one could see the outhouses. There were three individual showers, three individual toilets and three galvanized sinks. The showers and toilets were enclosed in small wooden rooms. The sinks were out in the open. In that neighborhood the houses did not have their own bathrooms or sinks. Ten houses shared those facilities. Very few houses in that neighborhood had electricity, we didnot.

I guess my story begins when I started first grade. Nobody called me Aurora until I started school. And at that time, there was no kindergarten. My nickname was Chata to all my friends, neighbors and relatives. I did not know why till much later. Chata? What does that mean? Plumface?

The first day I went to school, my mother made me the sign of the Cross on my body, donned on my dress and away we went along the river edge walking. All the time she kept telling me to pay attention, since I would have to do this every day. She said, “Do not cry and be happy. There will be many children there to play with”. She was still holding on to my wrist when we e