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Finding Ones Home
Frank Delgado |
Dear Dad,
I had a great time in Mexico! I ate tamales and black beans cooked over an open pity, that used a metal plate as its burner, in a two room mud hut. The walls were made of adobe and the floors of caked mud. The roof was of tin with wooden poles supporting it on the walls. There was a space in between the roof and the walls to allow the smoke to escape. The women who cooked the meal were nauthl and spoke very little Spanish. These women were the descendants of the Aztec Indians who ruled Mexico. I played Basketball with Nauthl children who spoke to each other in nauthle ( their native tongue ). I churned clay with straw to make adobe bricks with indigenous men on a mountain side. I climbed to the top of the pyramid's of Palenque ( in Chiapas , Mayan temple) and Teotuhuacan ( Aztec temples ).
I ate chapulines in Oaxaca city and was cleased by a medicine man, in the Zaloco in Mexico city in front of the Palacios of Mexico. I rode on a turkey bus with farm workers and rode a burro up into the mountains. I watched with tears in my eyes and pride in my heart as a group of indigenous students sung the national athem of Mexico.
Dad, I walked the same paths as my ancestors. I felt legitimate; for I had found my roots. I felt as If I had touch my ancestors' hearts and felt their love. I though of you often in those mountains and wished so deeply you could have been there to share my joy. Happy Father's Day - Dad |
Love your son, JR
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