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07/1/12
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The Founder of Casares Beach

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Author: Dr. Edmundo Mendieta Gutierrez
Contributer: Jimmy D. Mendieta
Photography: Jimmy D. Mendieta
Translator: Jimmy D. Mendieta

This story was told by Don Crisanto to my uncle Edmundo when he was only 15 years old, in the beach of Casares. Dr. Edmundo Mendieta Gutierrez, married the granddaughter of Don Crisanto, Mrs. Daisy Briceno de Mendieta. It is the story of how my great-grandfather Crisanto Briceño (father of my grandmother Mrs. Ernestina Briceño) is the founder of this beautiful beach of Casares.

My uncle Dr. Edmundo Mendieta Gutierrez writes…

“The moon of March, a mystical moon in various regions and religions of ancient peoples, as its full moon was the closest to the spring equinox and therefore the precursor of green fields and flowering of trees, as well as warm temperatures inviting swimming in the beaches and rivers. The diriambinos, were no strangers to this influence, which was considered more of an enchantment, which fortunately coincided with the completion of the harvesting and sale of the coffee crop, the main crop of the land. In this peaceful and quiet town of Diriamba lived a pretty young woman named Juanita Echaverry, to which two young men courted her, with the gentlemanly rivalry of that time. Both were of the best families and wealthy, but with a difference. While Enrique Granja, tall and elegant, with a large fortune, carelessly spending it by the hand full, Crisanto Briceno could not do the same, as even though he possessed a considerable fortune when he was orphaned, it was administered by an executor who gave money in instalments. Continue reading →

07/1/12
My brother Jimmy, my sister Jamie and I playing in Casares.

The Little Pool

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Author: Jeffrey G. Mendieta
Photography: Jimmy D. Mendieta

I remember as a young boy when my family camped at the beach in Casares which is about a 30 minute drive from Diriamba. I was about 4 years old with sandy blond hair, fair skin, light brown eyes, a little pot belly and skinny little legs. We had a special little spot called “La Posíta” (The Little Pool). We called it “La Posíta” due to a rock formation which sectioned off a small pool like area where we could bathe safely. This photograph is of that exact location.

This photo is of the exact place. You can see “La Posita” in the center of the photo where the rocks at the edge of the water are. ©Jimmy D. Mendieta A. All rights reserved.

This photo is of the exact place. You can see “La Posita” in the center of the photo where the rocks at the edge of the water are. ©Jimmy D. Mendieta A. All rights reserved.

You can just make out the little pool in the center of the photograph where the rocks are just at the edge of the water.

Only about 100 feet away from “La Posíta” Papa Raul, my grandfather, owned a little beach house with a couple of small rooms, a kitchen with only the essentials and a small open space for sitting. The little beach house was made of large, rough, grey bricks cemented together. The windows were just metal rods each about half an inch thick laid out vertically, kinda like what you would see in a jail. No glass. Most of them were very rusty due to the humid, salty breeze coming from the sea. The floor was made of ceramic tiles but I can’t remember the color. The doors were made of wood which was also old looking and very worn down and barely strong enough to keep people out when locked. Continue reading →