"She pretty much knew our neighbors either through her connections at both of our schools, at church, and from those who shopped at the various Mom and Pop grocery stores, the two family owned drug stores, etc. Sometimes, she just called the city department heads letting them know what was happening; and that she would appreciate if someone would come by to see her so that the problem would get resolved as soon as possible. This was all while we lived on the Westside."
— Beatrice Moreno, daughter of Cecilia Sanchez Moreno
Cecilia Sanchez Moreno (1914-2006)
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Beatrice Moreno, daughter of Cecilia Sanchez Moreno, shares the following remembrance about her mother
A devout Catholic, Mom’s connection to St. Agnes parish began after she moved to the Westside in 1943. Her deep faith sustained her throughout her entire life. Whenever uncertainty arose, she always maintained a positive attitude saying “God has a plan, we’ll be fine”. In our family regular attendance at the church’s weekly Sunday Mass was at the top of what she considered being a responsible church member; but more importantly a parental duty. As I said... her faith was a given. She led by example. She taught us our basic prayers before we even went to school! We were all five children baptized as infants; made our first Communions and even our Confirmations before becoming adults. Even though not attending Catholic school except for their first year, they all attended Catechism classes on a week on Wednesdays after school.
As part of being a member of the parish, she was always ready to help out at the annual Festival in various roles. Donated items for the children’s “fish pond” game were sorted out by a child’s age, and placed into their appropriate groups. The items that were designated for the White elephant sale were marked with what prices they were to be sold. The Guadalupana’s annual fund raiser during the “Jamaica” was their Mexican plate sales. Mom would always provide enough Mexican rice for those plates. Her cooking sometimes totaled the contents of several large roasters of Mexican rice. She would get up fairly early, (usually by 5:00 a.m.) to prepare the rice in individual batches. Once all was ready to transport, my Dad would then load up the car with her delicious contributions and head to the church’s cafeteria. Arriving there, Mom would join the others already there to make up an assembly line to facilitate the serving of the individual plates.
"Mom would walk with petitions to repave some of the streets, rebuild sturdier bridges over the creeks that bordered our two schools, allowing children safer passage back and forth while attending school. Many of the children had to walk through mud and stagnant water left over from flooding caused by seasonal rainfalls when the wooden bridges were swept away by the strong currents."