Angels Along My Path Of Thorns
Gabriela at 15 (front-left) with her cousins in San Pedro Pinula.
This photo was taken right before her kidnapping.
Good Friday Procession in Guatemala City. The heavy wooden platforms
are called andas. The larger the city, the more ornate the procession, but
even a small town such as San Pedro Pinula will have andas and will
decorate the streets with designs made from coloured sawdust.
Ladies usually carry the anda of the Virgin Mary.
This photo was taken in Antigua, Guatemala. The andas are so heavy
they must be carried by at least eighty men.
This photo and the next one are courtesy of Rudy Girón, editor and
photographer for antiguadailyphoto.com.
Along the streets carpets are made either from coloured sawdust or from
plant material such as shown in this photograph.
Municipal Building in San Pedro Pinula. This is where I was held in jail,
went to court and was married (chapters 9 and 10).
Tecomate- a gourd used to carry water. My Indian guide carried one of
these (Chapter 14).
A bucul for keeping Tortillas. This is fashioned from a type of squash.
The necklace. This is a photograph of the necklace the Indian guide gave
me during my escape. I have kept it safe for forty-three years.
The way from San Pedro to Ipala. Please refer to the beginning of
Chapter 15 for a description of this scene.
El INSO in Chiquimula. My school before and after the ordeal.
Gabriela at 18, studying at INSO in Chiquimula. At this age I was married,
continuing my education, and taking care of Milton's children (Chapter
Aunt Teco and Gabriela, 2005
Wedding with Milton in 1968.
This photograph was taken on my wedding day. To be able to get my
father and mother to sit together for this photo was a tremendous ordeal.
In San Pedro Pinula for my grandmother's memorial service. In the
Catholic Church a memorial or remembrance service for the dead is held
nine days after the funeral. I was married to Milton and this was the first
time back to San Pedro for perhaps two years. I still felt my situation to be
very dangerous in this town. The monster's whereabouts was unknown,
his brothers were in town, and I still did not even know what my own
family in the town believed. I only stayed a few hours and returned to the
safety of Livingston.
Gaby and Zoila Guerra, a good friend at INSO during the second time
Gabriela and Zoila Guerra in 2005.
Gabriela-1968. I believe that my face here shows my happiness and
contentment at this time.