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The De la Mora Crest


After some research, I found the Family Crest and it is just like the one I remember it was on my Grandmother's house. I always wonder why it was there, just hanging on the entrance, no one gave me an explanation of it, it was there just like any other picture on the wall. There was always a lot of mystery on the stories of my Granddad, all I knew, he was a great band director and musician and that's all... no other comments, except that my grandmother told me once that she remember when the elected president, Don Adolfo de la Huerta visited the house when my dad was born in 1924 he came on a big limousine to visit my granddad and to meet the newborn. After few months, the president was derogated and he moved to USA, also my family moved to Wichita, Kansas because of political pressure on my granddad who was Minister of de la Huerta's cabinet... after that, in 1927, my granddad died at the age of 42 because of overweight and alcohol. My grandmother moved back to Mexico with my dad and she was expecting another child... my uncle Jorge. All the family information was stored on the closet of forgetfulness. Now I just start some research looking for the roots of my family... knowing your past will help you to have a better understanding of your today, to help you build a better tomorrow.
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  1. AnonymousJune 23, 2009 at 10:24 PM

    i love it. from:sol ]:2+2=love[:

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  2. Where's My GravyDecember 9, 2009 at 5:33 PM

    Hi. My name is Manuel De la Mora. I was just doing a search on the internet for the De la Mora family crest because I was interested in it when I stumbled upon your blog. Could you please provide me with more information about it. I would also like to know more about you. De la Mora is not exactly a common last name so I am curious. Maybe we are long lost relatives.

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  3. UnknownOctober 9, 2018 at 8:11 PM

    Hello there is a "secret" group on FB and there are over 2,000 De la Mora members who share our De la Mora roots as far as Spain. De la Mora Mexicanos is the name of the page. I have some lost cousins who lived in the same city as mine. Good Luck in your search.

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