Last week was the rooster post…and it got me thinking…
My great-uncle sent photos of my great-great grandparents (my Grandmother’ s grandparents) to her. My grandmother’ s whole family is from Mexico, and we’ve spent the day talking about her childhood. She grew up in No. California in a box car. Her mother never did learn English.
It helps me to remember this–to remember where I came from. Grandma had an outside toilet and no hot water. Half of the box car had their beds. The other half had their kitchen and a small table.
I feel spoiled.
Don’t they look like fun, interesting people? (I think the guitar and costume were borrowed 🙂
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