We both attended NMSU. Larry graduated with a degree in accounting. We both worked for, and retired from, the U.S. Civil Service at White Sands Missile Range, N.M. I retired as a Management Assistant; Larry retired as the WSMR Budget Officer. Job assignments took us to San Antonio, TX, and Havre de Grace, MD. While at TECOM, Larry designed a computer system that accounted for the developmental test cost of Army equipment. Implementation of that system allowed him to travel to environmental test centers located all over the US. including Alaska, and Panama. I also got to travel to several of those places, including Panama. We have traveled throughout Mexico, Central America and Alaska. We toured the U.S. and Canada in our 65 Vette. Larry accepted a job as Accounting Officer and Resource Manager with the Corps of Engineers and moved the family to Honolulu, HI, where we lived in a penthouse overlooking Waikiki Beach. Larry got to travel to the Corpsí branch offices in Japan and Korea.
We now live in Las Cruces, and our sons live in Denver, CO. Larry authored a book, Speak Basic Spanish In No Time, in 2004. Larry can play several instruments by ear. He learned many songs as a musician in the First Apostolic Church that his father founded, built and pastored in Las Cruces. He spends most of his time playing and recording gospel music and playing golf. He has recorded over 415 songs, 288 with Spanish lyrics, and several Christmas Carols. He has made this music available for free listening and downloading. I enjoy myself listening to, and promoting, this music. I manage the HOP-NM ministry, which is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. Thank you for your support and prayers. God Bless You!
Esther J. Rios
Who We Are
Played by Larry C. Rios
A Child of the King
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
//Iím a child of the King, a child of the King:
With Jesus my Savior, Iím a child of the King.//
My Fatherís own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading our pardon on high,
That we may be His, when He comes by and by.
I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice, an alien by birth,
But Iíve been adopted, my nameís written down,
An heir to a mansion, a robe and a crown.
A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
Theyíre building a palace for me over there;
Though exiled from home, yet still may I sing:
All glory to God, Iím a child of the King.