Field Trip

 

I took grandson number 1 on a field trip a few days ago. We went to my hometown and I showed him where the first house that I remember was. It is now a restaurant parking lot. Across the street was the Methodist church where I went to kindergarten. My grandmother’s house was down the street about a block away.

Next I took him to the site of the first Hispanic/Latin Assembly of God church of which my parents were founding members. We did not get to see the site as a train was blocking our way.

My grandson got to see the elementary school which my siblings and I attended. It sure wasn’t as big as I remembered it. The school has gone through such a transformation. There are all kinds of buildings that have been added for a growing population.

There is also a great demographic transformation. While my siblings and I were the only students of Mexican descent, 100% of the present student body is either Mexican or of some other Latin American parentage.

The school seems to be doing quite well as it has exemplarily status.

The ride to the old homestead was not quite the same as we were in a car. I would have liked to have walked the mile home so he could experience that. But, now, because of all the child predators and other freaks, I realize that may no longer be an option.

Finally we arrived to where our first home had been. It was literally across the tracks. I told him of how we lived in a street car the first winter we were there. The street car was on the property when we move in. The whole area is now an industrial area.

I get disgusted with all the people with cable TV, cell phones and on well fare. My parents did the best they could without any help what so ever. But, that was 60 years ago. We didn’t have a daily drum beat reminding us of how bad off we were and how we deserved better at someone else’s expense.

I hope my grandson got a better understanding of his dna and that life must go on.

MADD MEXX