Roman Mendoza, Sr. Trust

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"Grampa and Grama, 1936"

–photo via Tina Mendoza

Wedding, Birthday, Grandchildren and Home

With Michael and Chita c. 1969.

With Chita at Mercy's wedding in San Luis Obispo.

Making an entrance at a party in his honor

In front of his home on Minnesota Ave.

Santa Catalina

This was one of his fond memories of Santa Catalina Island a.k.a. the Island.

When my dad lived on "the Island," he had a nino who was called El Austriliano. He owned a boat and my dad used to go to the mainland with him to pick up groceries. They would return to the Island and deliver groceries from the boat. He was just a kid.

When we went to The Island on the big white steamer. On arriving at Avalon to dock, the island children would jump in the water and swim up to the ship, "Throw a coin mister, throw a coin."My dad and my uncle Tim did this as a children. Fond Memories

I never got to tell my dad Maria worked at Avalon High School. I'm sure it would have made him smile, and fluff his feathers a little.

–Eleanor Mendoza

Sons and Grandsons, 1983

1983: John "Jiggy" Mendoza, Roman Mendoza, Jr. Roman "Monico" Mendoza, Grampa, Uncle Louie Mendoza, Rudy "Pino" Ramirez, Jr., Sammy Mendoza, Uncle Rudy Ramirez, and Uncle David Alvarado (Uncle Steve's fro can be seen behind)

Unlce Sam Mendoza, Uncle David (Uncle Steve's fro can be seen behind him again), Uncle Rudy, Sammy, Rudy, Jr., Uncle Louie, Grampa, Roman, Uncle John Mendoza, and Roman Mendoza, Jr.

Uncle Rudy, Sammy, Rudy, Jr., Uncle Louie, Grampa, Roman, Uncle John Mendoza, Roman Mendoza, Jr. and Jiggy.

Grampa and Baby Roman III;

–Lisa Mendoza

Fondest Memory

My fondest memory of my dad is on a Sunday cruise to his beloved Port of LA.  He said he had to pee, NOW.   So I pulled into one of the terminals where the Longies were just arriving at the job.  He got off the car, pulled up his Frisco's, shoulders back, and head up, he walked to the restroom.   He was strutting like a proud little rooster.  
When he returned to the car, he had a great smile.  He said thank you



–Eleanor "Chita" Mendoza

Serenity Prayer

–Mercedes Thorne

Dear Grampa...

Dear Grampa, I have never had such an overwhelming feeling of uncertanity . I will always remember all the time we spent at your house. I will never forget how you would always come and pick us up from school at Our Lady of the Rosary when it rained. I remember when you you would stop by our house on Sunday yelling for my mom so she could go with you to get menudo. She would run around looking for a pot with a lid trying to hurry because you would keep honking and yelling at her.

I remember when you would come by and bring the Sunday paper, you always had a stack on your seat beacuase you took all of them out of the newspaper stand. Not only did you play music and make us dance, but you would always put the speakers out the door so the whole neighborhood could hear the mexican music at 6a.m.. I can still hear you calling for Rachel, "Vieja, Vieja!". I guess it is a sound I'll never forget. I wish I only had good memories of you, but I don't. I want you to know that I was never mad or felt any hatered towards you. I was just a confused kid who couldn't understand why grampa did that? I had to stay away from you not because I was angry, but because it was no longer okay for us to pretend that what you did to many of us was okay.

I missed seeing you and being a part of our family. I would have never imagined that it would turn out like this. Being at "Grampa's house" was such a big part of my life. We spent so much time there playing, eating, being scared of the ghost. I miss it. I hope that you are in heaven and I will pray that you are. I just want to let you know that I forgave you a long time ago.

I love you.

Annie or Anna
a Pretty Pig! :)