Over the weekend in Miami my dad and I sat down and worked on our family tree. We have information for the Inclan family up to 1810. Several years ago a distant cousin from London showed up at our door with information about our family tree. With her blond hair and English accent she told us the story of her grand-father, a Spaniard who moved from Mexico back to Spain in 1914 after the death of his wife, my great grand-father Luis’ sister, Maria Inclan. Since then I have tried to piece information together and trace my family origins.
As we celebrate Father’s Day I can’t but think the legacy of our fathers. They leave us with their name in hopes to create a rich heritage and in a way live forever through their children. I have learned a lot about myself by learning more about their lives.
Here is a picture tribute to the fathers in my family tree. I thank them for what they did, and all they sacrificed, so their children could have a better life.
Above, taken in July 1941 in Mexico my great grandfather Luis Inclan with two of his eight children, daughters Alicia and Maria. He was a second generation Mexican trying to become successful in this new world. He owned a large supermarket and was a seasoned politician.
Above is my favorite picture of my dad’s father, my grandpa Samuel Inclan in 1946. He was an entrepreneur, a cattle man, a farm owner, a politician and a typical strong willed Mexican man. He had a knack for finding opportunities and started a bus company with his brothers. Till this day its one of the largest in the area. Above, three generation of Inclan men. My grandfather, my dad and brother celebrating my brother’s christening in Mexico, circa 1983.
Above, Abuelo (grandfather) Apolinar Rodriguez Rozan, my mom’s dad (on the left) standing in front of the Cuban capitol building in Havana. He was an entrepreneur, a light weight boxer and famed salsa dancer. When my mom was three, together with her mother and brother, she left to America. My grandfather stayed behind to tie loose ends and sell whatever they could. Unfortunately my grandfather, who believed in democracy, was forced to serve 14 years as a political prisoner in Cuba. My mom didn’t see her dad until she was 17.
Abuelo Rodriguez Rozan and his father, a very proud and strict Spaniard, circa 1950s. My great grandfather had 14 children. He was a smart businessman and intellectual. He told all his sons they had to start a business and all the women had to go to college. All of his sons become successful business owners. His daughters were teachers, writers and even an Ambassador to the United Nations.
Abuelo Aguilera, circa 1910, my mom’s mother’s dad. He was a Cuban patriot, a mayor and a poet. He founded the town of Oriente, Cuba and served as its first mayor. He was killed by a political enemy during his race for re-election with frog poisoning. My grandmother told wonderful stories of his intelligence and wit. His son would later run and win the same mayoral seat. He was the last mayor of Oriente of a free Cuba.
Above, Francisco Vicente Aguilera pictured on the Cuban 100 Peso bill that was in circulation prior to the 1959 communist revolution. He was one of my ancestors and a famous Cuban, once the richest man on the island, he gave all his money to free Cuba from Spain.