tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60118802905300222992023-11-16T06:37:37.516-08:00Irma M. Arriola In Memory Of Cora Hidalgo Hollandimarriolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05391024294180492202noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011880290530022299.post-81197099404103355542009-11-23T22:19:00.000-08:002012-11-05T17:47:30.808-08:00<div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">I wanted to read this at Cora's Memorial Service</span>, time was restricted so I couldn't. I am grateful to post it here at this time.</span><br />
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</span><st1:date day="18" month="9" year="2001"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sept. 13, 2001</span></st1:date><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> at </span><st1:time hour="9" minute="0"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">9
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I just heard my friend Cora was on the plane that crashed into the </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">World</span></st1:placename><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><st1:placename><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trade</span></st1:placename><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Center</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. My brother
Jess left me a message on my cell phone giving me the news. The news was so
shocking for me, my knees buckled and my heart was aching so hard my chest
hurt. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cora
was one of our group that hung around each other from Jr. High to High School.
The four were Cora Hidalgo, Maria Alvarez, Adella Antillion and myself Irma
Arriola. We were from the graduating Class of 1967 SBHS.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Beginning
in Jr. High you might say it was the beginning of first friendships that grow
and bond. We spent our time doing what girls do at that age. Talking on the phone,
going to the movies, going to school dances and just hanging out. My brother
Jess would go pick up Cora on his bike, that was a two mile ride, just so she
could spend Sat. afternoon with us. In high school we would reflect on this and
we would laugh. I would ask Cora how did you endure sitting on the bar of that
bike? She would reply, “Irma your brother was so cute it was worth it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
four of us were in Drill Team, Jr. Coaches and we all had some classes
together. Cora seemed to be more involved she was in the Choir, Student
Government, and a Cheerleader. In high school Cora was in the Spanish Club, GAA
and Card City Congress. With all these activities Cora was an exceptional
student and maintained a B average taking a collage prep course at SBHS, Cora
graduated with Honors. When we got to high school we all had different
interests, but we all managed to meet at lunch to catch up with what was
happening in our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In
1968 I left </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">San Bernardino</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> to </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Los Angeles</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, I lost touch
with Cora, Maria and Dolly. At times I would hear bits and pieces of news. I
heard Cora got married and went back East to live, Dolly married had a
daughter, Maria married and had a daughter come to think about it, all three had
firstborns that were daughters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Today
my heart aches for my childhood friend, the memories of youth and innocence of
times gone by. Cora was a true friend, she was kind, considerate and took time
for you. She was beyond her years, probably because she was so intelligent and
mature for her age.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
have very close friendships, I have learned relationships must have maintenance
in order to survive…… Cora in those early years of our youth showed me the
first stepping stones of friendship and the meaning of a friend.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
adventures of life we all took with her are memories we made. Each one of us
have memories of Cora and she will always be in our hearts.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“ With love from those who
love you”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Irma M. Arriola</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cora, age 52, died Tuesday, September 11, in Flight 11 crash. She is survived by
her husband Stephen, daughter Stephanie of Wayland, daughter Jessica and son
Nathaniel, both of NYC and her son-in-law Victor, also of Wayland. Her 2
grandchildren, Drew & Amelia, both of Wayland. Beloved wife, mother,
grandmother and friend to all. </span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial;">This is a Utube Video<span style="color: white;"> with Cora's oldest daughter Stphanie with her family this is awesome tribute! A must see its a wonderful tribute to her mother Cora Hidalgo Holland.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">"Dia De Los Muertos" is a PhotoShow </span> done in Honor of Cora, this is only a segment of the Program done on Nov. 2, 2012 at the Home Of Neighborly Service in San Bernardino, CA. The link below will take you to the PhotoShow David Rodriguez (1967 Classmate) and I put it together so please enjoy the PhotoShow!</span><br />
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imarriolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05391024294180492202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011880290530022299.post-41530986406942247542009-11-01T10:47:00.000-08:002012-10-24T21:24:47.750-07:00Memorial Cora Hidalgo Holland<br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">There were four of us</span> Adella, Cora, Maria and myself, we became friends at Sturges Jr. High through High School at SBHS. We had lots of classes together and we grew up together throuh the years until we left High school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The adventures we shared, the memories made, one day we will all meet again until then I will see your </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">shining star up above and smile.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">We had a great time</span> at Sturges Jr. High! What a jump from Elementary School, the begining of our teen age years. Boyfriends, telephone chatting, movies, Drill Team and all school activities! </span><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cora was a Cheer Leader, Choir and most of all she was a leader and an Academic scholar.</span><br />
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imarriolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05391024294180492202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011880290530022299.post-15225688287099899662009-11-01T10:02:00.000-08:002012-10-24T21:12:26.175-07:00Memorial Service<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46I1oB08vXtBFD0XvtLJcOvT_ucmkc5nSCS9vEGvtPdxVXZXJKE2yIeDR8PDov3iDqsbNtW88yDC46ogqDi9r2hN0LogBjGi-BolqspOiHTbHtE8-TgDX_MouWJ8DEih4h1nog_89BSr6/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399200929087940786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46I1oB08vXtBFD0XvtLJcOvT_ucmkc5nSCS9vEGvtPdxVXZXJKE2yIeDR8PDov3iDqsbNtW88yDC46ogqDi9r2hN0LogBjGi-BolqspOiHTbHtE8-TgDX_MouWJ8DEih4h1nog_89BSr6/s200/2.JPG" style="float: left; height: 385px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 225px;" width="116" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #330000;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: cyan;">My heart aches for</span> my childhood friend, the memories of youth and of times gone by. Cora was a true friend, she was kind and considerate and took time for you. Cora was beyond her years, probably because she was so intelligent and mature for her age. Today I have very close friendships and have learned, relationships must have maintenance in order to survive. Cora, in those early years of our youth showed me the first stepping stones of friendship.</span> </span></span><br />
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