That winter Alex called from El Valle to say Jacobo had elected to be baptized again. The news caught us by surprise, for we had hardly known Jacobo to go to church. He had been brought up Catholic, then switched, at least nominally, to Presbyterianism over the issue of his daughters’ education, and later sampled other sects, including the Latter Day Saints. But organized religion never seemed to command much of his attention, let alone his faith. Now, however, in his eighty-second year, he had pledged himself to become an Adventista, a Seventh Day Adventist, joining a church in Dixon that Liza attended. After certain preparations, he submitted to baptism by full immersion. It was one of the last occasions Alex photographed him.
