"In our back yard you can see a big tree and my mom and little sister were
looking at the tree when a white bird flew up and just looked down at them.
Two days later I was in a van on the way to Los Angeles with fifteen
members of my family. Two cars crashed in front of us and we barely escaped
crashing into them because a truck was behind us and we couldn't stop. Two
or three days before my Nanita (great grandmother) got sick, my little
sister, who was very close to her, saw the same bird on the same tree just
looking down at us. My Nanita died soon after. So each time we see that
bird we think it is my Nanita, like her soul, looking over us."
(Gabriel Figueroa, 7/8/97)
"During the Korean War, my mother-in-law went over to her friend's house.
They were sitting outside drinking coffee when they heard an unfamiliar
bird song. My mother-in-law said that meant she would hear from her son in
Korea who she hadn't heard from for a while. The next day she received a
telegram that he had been killed in action."
(Bertha Sanchez, 6/24/97)
