MEMORIES OF MY LIFE IN LAS MORAS
I’m very proud to have been born in an adobe hut in Las Moras, a ranch in Zacatecas, Mexico, where I also spent my childhood. I have many memories of Las Moras. After I turned 5 years old, my Dad and I would usually didn’t eat at home during the day because at the break of dawn we would go to the field to plant corn during the planting season, or to harvest it during the harvesting season. When it wasn’t the season for planting or for the harvest, we would tend cattle. When we would return home a little bit after sunset, my Mom would be waiting for us with dinner which consisted of freshly-cooked beans; freshly-made tortillas; and red chile from the molcajete [mortar and pestle] that tasted as though they had been Heaven-sent. The meals that I savored and that I shared with my family left me with fond memories of Las Moras. Moreover, I lived with my parents and with my siblings. A little boy, like I was back then, doesn’t need anything else to be happy. That’s why the years that I lived in Las Moras were some of the happiest years of my life.©
Although my dad and I would spend all day in the sun, I loved working in the field with him
When I was about 5 years old, my Dad started taking me to the field everyday at dawn during the planting season, to help him plant corn. My Dad would carve out furrows with a plow that was being pulled by horse, and I, walking behind him, would toss the seeds into burrow that the plow had just carved out. Around noon, my mother would come by to bring us lunch which consisted of delicious, and warm bean burritos with red chile from the molcajete. After lunch, my Dad and I would walk the horse over to the nearest creek or pond so that he could drink his water for that day. Although we would work from sunup to sundown under a very hot sun I loved working in the field with my Dad.©
My dog Solovino could sense when Death was lurking by
When I was 8 years old a small, stray black dog whom I named Solovino, wandered into our house and into my life. He was playful, loyal, and affectionate. One day, Solovino, my Mom and I went to visit one of my favorite uncles who lived nearby and who had been sick with cancer for a long time, people would say. Since there was no doctor in Las Moras, if anyone got sick he either got cured with home remedies or he died because almost no one had any money to go to the nearest doctor who was in Tlaltenango, a town that is half a day, on foot, from Las Moras. After visiting my uncle, we went home very happy because my Mom was sure that he was going to recover soon. According to her, he had looked much better than when she had seen him a month before. At midnight, Solovino let out blood-curling howls. Sadly, the next day my uncle’s family notified us that he had died at midnight. From then on, I realized that Solovino would sense when Death was lurking nearby. Thereafter, every time that someone died in Las Moras, I would know it right away because Solovino’s howls would tell me.©
When Death was stalking me, Solovino saved my life twice
One early morning, while Solovino and I were out collecting firewood for my Mom’s clay stove where she would cook us very simple but deliciously unforgettable meals, Solovino began to growl and became very tense. Then, a coyote rushed out from behind some trees and headed towards me. As soon as I saw him, I noticed that he was looking at me as if he were looking at his breakfast. Solovino charged him like a bolt of lighting. After fighting for a few minutes, the coyote ran away, squealing and bleeding. Solovino ended up with only a few scratches. As the weeks went by, he began to change; he became nervous, aggressive, and began to foam at the mouth. Then, he disappeared. Weeks later, I found him. He was dead. As soon as I saw him, I started crying like the little boy that I was back then. Since Solovino and I had been inseparable, for a long time after his death I held a grudge against him because he had left me. In time, I came to realize that he had abandoned me because he had known that while Death had been killing him with the rabies, it had also been stalking me. I’ll never forget that Solovino saved my life twice and that he gave his life for mine.©
Happy and fancy free going barefoot
I would usually walk around barefoot. However, when I had to look my “Sunday best,” I would wear huaraches that my Dad would buy in Tlaltenango. But I felt much more comfortable walking around barefoot. I didn’t start wearing shoes until we moved to Tijuana, where we lived for two years before we came to the U.S. But before I could ever get used to wearing shoes, I endured blisters for many years.©
The mail from El Norte has arrived . . . finally
In Las Moras, the men would work six days a week from sunup to sundown tending to their land or to their livestock. Those that didn’t have land or livestock, like my Dad, would toil as farmhands for others. The women would to tend to endless chores at home. Although everyone would work very hard, they would just scrape by. Tired of working for a pittance, many of the men, like my Dad, would go to El Norte every year for a few months because they said that in El Norte they could earn money by the handful without “killing themselves.” Although they would all come and go, in time, most of them, like my Dad, would stay over there. Back then, we were very poor but I didn’t feel it because we lived like everybody else. That poverty, and the lack of a future convinced my Dad to settle down in El Norte, and to later bring us with him. One day I received a letter from a cousin in Los Angeles who had left Las Moras with his family to go live in El Norte. The letter took a month to arrive because our post office was in Tlaltenango. If anyone from Las Moras wanted to mail anything out, he had to take it to town. If anyone wanted to mail anything to Las Moras, he had to send it to town. Whenever anyone went to town he would drop off mail from, and pick up mail for, the ranch. Sometimes, weeks would go by before anyone would go into town.©
The “big deal” has arrived . . . FINALLY
When one of my uncles was about to marry a girl from a neighboring ranch, he planned to bring his bride to Las Moras on the wedding day in a brand new car that another one of my other uncles had brought from El Norte. Since there were no roads in Las Moras, days before the wedding, people pitched in to clear out and to widen a foot trail so that the car could get through. On the wedding day, as the car was nearing Las Moras, me, and all the people from Las Moras lined up along Las Moras‘ brand new road to see the arrival of the “big deal.” That was the first time that I ever saw a car.©
It’s time for a bath . . . oh well
We didn’t have any running water in Las Moras but there was a water well and a river near our hut. During the rainy season, when the well and the river would swell up, there was water for everything. But during the dry season, the river would dry up, and the water from the well was used only for cooking. Every so often, during the dry season, my Mom would fill up a tub with very cold water from the well. With that water, my brothers and I had to bathe. Since I was the eldest, I was always the first one.©
MEMORIES IN PICTURES OF MY LIFE IN LAS MORAS
The hut where I was born and where I spent my childhood years, which were some of the happiest years of my life.
Growing corn seedlings behind the hut, like the ones my Dad and I used to plant, during the planting season.
The river near the hut after a heavy rain storm during the rainy season, when there was water for everything.
Water on the river, where I used to play with my brothers, is drying up because the rainy season is coming to an end.