Famous Painting by Diego Rivera: ignited a memory of long ago.

This amazing portrait by Diego Rivera brought me back to memories of long ago.  I was only twelve years or maybe a little younger.  I was taught how to make tortillas by my beloved grandmother named Margaret Magallanes.  I loved her so much.  She was the only person in my young life at the time that understood my emotions.  I loved visiting her because she would always teach me something.  I remember her putting the ingredients for the tortillas on the table and telling me how much of this and how much of that.  It was not measured at all.  My first batch of tortillas looked like maps of different states of the United States.  They were very funny looking and all crooked.  She told me that with time I would get better and better at making them.  By the time I was 13 years of age, I made perfect round tortillas and delicious.  That was the year she died.  My heart was broken.  She was buried at the Corcoran, California cemetery.  My "MiAma".  I owe her most of my cooking skills.  My parents enjoyed 6 years of me making 100 tortillas per day for them.  After I left and got married I thought it would be the last time I would make tortillas.  No, it was just the beginning of a terrible ordeal living with a complete demon.  He made me make tortillas three times per day.  Well, by the time I turned 29 years of age, the tortilla making was over.  I divorced.  But, my children loved them so I made them only on special occasions.  Now, my granddaughters asked me to show them how to make them.  They loved making them.  Yes, for just one day.  LOL.
Jeannette loved them so much that during the time I spent with her in her home she asked me to make them and I did.  I would do anything for my baby.