It started here...for me, at least. At Calle LaCret 378, corner of LaCret and Figueroa streets, Santos Suarez (Celia Cruz's neighborhood too), in the merry month of May, 1950. Well - correction - I came into the world via Sagrado Corazon (Sacred Heart) Hospital in Havana - sometime after 9:00 PM. The first of 3 'lil Quirogas.
Marta was to come in October '55, and Grace in June of '61. Grace - the first gringa in the family, born in Miami. A true Florida Cracker.
This was the first home owned by Nicanor, known as Nick or Nicky by most family and friends, and Teresa aka "my parents." It was built in 1949. The architect was Aquiles Capablanca, brother of the famous chess champion Jose Raul Capablanca. The "lawn man" was a Mr. Tain, a Spaniard (from Galicia - a gallego) who later also tended the tiny piece of lawn in our apartment at the Focsa building, our last home in Havana. Kinda hard to keep a lawn mower in an apartment - and sheep weren't allowed.
My father relates that, interestingly, the land for the home was purchased from a Cuban woman who had married an Englishman and moved to London. She had to return to Havana for the closing on the lot. At the closing, she commented to my father that "she could no longer abide the informality of the Cubans." Evidently the tea and crumpets had by then gotten the best of her...
The home had some advanced features, including a circuit breaker box, instead of the usual glass screw-type fuses more common at the time, and also a cistern. Mom and dad lived there from '49 to '54, selling the home to a family who later ran the now defunct Glorified Restaurant in Miami.
From there we moved to El Nautico. However, that story will have to wait. The tale will be continued, after some needed searching of the Quiroga photo vault, and of course, still being a working stiff, as time permits.