La Victoria, Cordoba, Andalucía, Spain
Might also be one of the following but probably not: Fuente Victoria or Rincón de la Victoria, all in Andalucía, Spain
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Consuelo (or someone) indicated on the 1920 Census that her native language was Philipino. Her Father was born in Spain and his native language was Spanish. Her mother was was born in the Phillipines and spoke that language. If we consider the census was taken on the 5th at their house and her baby (Theodore) was born on the 20th, perhaps she didn’t answer the door. Neighbors often answered for families that weren’t found at home when the census taker called.
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San Francisco Examiner, Thursday, December 16, 1948
SAILOR-- In San Mateo, Dec.14, 1948, Consuelo, loving mother of Theodore Sailor and Mary Adams of Brisbane.
Friends are invited to attend the funeral services Fri. Dec 17, 1948 at 9 a.m. from the chapel of W. A. Cook & Co. 211 Linden Ave. So. San Francisco, thence in the Catholic Mission Chapel at Brisbane, where a Requiem Mass will be said for the repose of her soul, commencing at 9:30 a. m. Rosary Thursday evening at 8:15 p.m. Interment Holy Cross Cemetery.
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Regarding Consuelo’s death:
It appears she was admitted to Community Hospital in San Mateo, November 30 and remained there till her death on Dec. 14th.
We visited Holy Cross Cemetery in 1999 and were unable to locate her grave. Perhaps there is no marker or perhaps we were lost.
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A verbal picture of her birthplace in 1999.
The southwestern corner of Europe, presently comprising Spain and Portugal. Iberian history and culture is a complex weave of Celtiberian, Phoenician, Roman, Gothic, and Berber influences.
Near the Andalucia Plaza Casino, I sipped coffee with Mokhles "George" El-Khoury, a Christian Arab who moved to Puerto Banus from Beirut to run a building-management firm.
"Andalusia reminds me of Lebanon--without the wars and politics," George said. "You have the mountains, the sea, the fine climate of olives and palm trees. The Spanish are a warm people, not stiff and formal like many Europeans. The food is much like ours, so is the shape of the houses and the towns. To an Arab--well, Andalusia feels like home."
Nowhere is this more true than in the old Muslim capital of Cordoba, where I spent my last Spanish days. I was awakened there early one morning by the clatter of workmen at the Mezquita across the street. From my window I watched a burly stonemason score a half-ton block with his screeching power saw, while another drove wedges into the kerf to split it off square. On wooden rollers they sweated it into a gap in the timeworn wall. Thus, for more than a thousand years, have Cordobans furbished their beloved Mezquita, first as mosque, then as cathedral.
No other artifact more richly evokes the golden age of the Moors, a stormy millennium that dovetailed two faiths, two cultures, two continents. Throughout, while king and sultan fought bitterly for the hand of Spain, ordinary life prospered as Arab, Visigoth, Castilian, and Berber worked together to forge the brilliant civilization that helped lead Europe out of the Dark Ages.
Ultimately the cross replaced the crescent. The Moors themselves faded into history, leaving behind their scattered dreams. But Spain and the West stand forever in their debt.
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