I have been talking to my mom lately to see what she can help with in this project. She started telling me a lot of her ideas and what i should and should not write about. She told me a lot of her childhood stories back in Mexico and when she came to the US. I was paying a lot of attention as always when it comes to her real story telling. I have found out that my uncle Gregorio had to make a difficult decision between him and my sister. I was really intrigued so I thought I would blog about this, because it really relates to this project's number two question:
A difficult decision:Have you had to choose between yourself and a loved one? Who did you choose and why?
It's not really a decision I had to take, but my uncle had to.
The people in this story:
- Bertha is my grandmother.
- Javier is my grandfather.
- Gregorio, my uncle, when he was 6 years old.
- Veronica, my mother, when she was 8 years old.
-Jaime, my uncle, when he was a baby.
(Based on a real story)
It happens back in Tizapan el alto Jalisco, Mexico. In a little poor house that contain a big family of six, The Ramirez Family. They were a very poor family with very little income. The money they had was only used to pay bills and buy their food. If there was any money left they were able to buy clothing. Bertha would always leave her daughter with all her siblings and all the chores to do, while she goes off to work. Javier would leave to a hard intensive labor with their oldest son for months then come back with some money, but not much.
Bertha would leave money for Veronica on the table so she could go but the groceries. Veronica has always known about their money issues even though she was eight years old. She would only spend the money on what they needed and nothing else. She knew that if she wanted to buy some gum she would get beat for spending on something that was not in the grocery list. She went on doing everything her mother told her do just so she wont get beat.
One day Bertha left some money in her room. She left to work. Veronica was doing her daily chores. Cooking the meals for her four siblings. Her father, Javier ,had left to work out in the farms. Veronica took her three siblings to school. She was left with her baby brother.
The afternoon came along and Bertha came back home after a long day at work. She went to her bedroom to stash all her money under her mattress. She found out she was missing some money. She got very upset. She rampaged toward Veronica as bull going for the red towel. She started yelling, "Veronica! You took my money! How are you able to steel money from your own mother, when you know we are poor?!" Veronica answered, " I did not take any money from you. All I did today was feed the kids and dad, take them to school, finish the chores, and take care of Jaime." Bertha said, "Stop lying to me! You were the only one in here! Don't tell me your baby brother took it!" Veronica crying responded, " I didn't. I promise."
A couple minutes passed. They kept on going back and forth with the same thing. After a while Bertha told Veronica, " I am becoming inpatient with you! I would rather kill you than go homeless!" Veronica started to cry even more. Bertha got a rope and tied it to a pipe in the ceiling and started to hang Veronica, yelling, " You tell me where that money is or you will die!" Veronica denied everything.Bertha hanged her. Veronica was turning red.
Gregorio walked in the door and noticed what was happening. Quickly, he tackle Bertha and put Veronica down. Gregorio was crying and kept saying," My little sister. Oh my little sister!" Veronica was not dead she was just somewhat hurt. Bertha got up and grabbed both them and hanged both of them. Bertha said, " Oh yeah, your little sister. Oh your little sister. Now both of you are going to answer me...where is my money?!" They started turning purple. Bertha was still yelling for her money. Gregorio not able to breathe said, " I...I have it...It's in my boot!" She put them down, grabbed her money and went in her room.
Veronica asked Gregorio, "Di you really take the money?" Gregorio answered, "No, that was the money I made today from polishing shoes after school." Veronica with a face saying a million times thank you, hugged him.
He took the blame for something he did not do. 'Til this day the thief is still unknown.
Since that day both new that they should never screw up that bad and they never looked at there mother the same way.
Showing posts with label Childhood Stories. Show all posts
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Friday, December 18, 2009
Call Us The BackYardigans
Ooh my brother, he is the best brother I could have. I am so glad I have him. We can't live together sometimes, but we can't live without each other. THAT IS TRUE! Every one in my family can tell if we have gone days without seeing each other. They say we look sad. It's pretty true we feel like we are missing something.
We used be the cutest little kids int he world! We would get home from elementary school and we would immediately run to our back yard to play games. You always saw us in our backyard making forts, cakes, houses, mud cakes, games, ice wars between us or us against our dog, and many other stuff like that.
I remember we had a a hug sit and bounce, we actually named the ball. The ball's name was meatball because we loved meatballs back then. I remember that we once decided to become super heroes. So for a week we were tearing clothes apart to make our masks. I also remember how we used to make little drills to train our selves. One of them was to chase the dog around the yard then hold on to him, since he was a big dog. We did that mostly for fun. Once the dog starting getting upset with us he would chase us down so we stopped and made up a new game that involved the dog and water guns. It was called The Big Bear Hunt. We had to hide from the dog they pop out of no where to shoot the dog with our water guns, then we ran away from the 'bear' because he would chase us and try to bite us so we would shoot the 'bear' plenty of times. I also remember when we made our own little club house in the back yard. It was always top secrete. N one knew where we were so they would just yell out our names clueless of where to call out to. That was funny. Up there we used to pretend we were spy's and check what our everyone around was doing. W e even have a box full of junk food for emergencies, like earthquakes or to try and feed a animal anywhere.
AH, BUT THE BEST PART WAS THE WAR FIRST ICE WAR WE HAD. One of our uncles left a big bag of ice outside. We found it and took it. We popped out with many ideas on what to do with it. The best idea was the war. It was Armando, my brother, vs me. He called his side Power Ranger Side. I called my side the Powerpuff Girls Side. So it was Power Rangers vs Powerpuff Girls. W built little forts across the back yard. WE started throwing the ice at each other. This went on for and our until we had no more ice with us. We didn't pick them up because we told our selves that they will melt or the dog will eat them. At the end, I WON!
It was all different when we moved to Utah because we had snow. At first we used to stay at home and play video games on our game box. Of course I always won, because I cheated. Although he never found out. We started getting bored after a while so we took a whole Saturday to make up games with could play outside in the snow. The next day we went across backyards to get to our cousins backyard. We played with them to see what they play. They had a wheel to tided to there tree. COOL. We did more better then them in finding cool ideas on games to play. Th first thing we did was to try to build a snow man. I didn't work! We too little so we couldn't lift all the big balls of ice so we rolled them to the backyard door and stuck them three. The we started making snow balls and throwing them to the door. At the end of the day, we ended up with almost no snow in our backyard, because all of it was stuck to door. It was so stuck in there that no one could go in our out. My mom got mad, but she was glad that we were getting accustomed to the snow. A month later we were a pair of trouble makers. We wouldn't just play in our back yard we would go to our neighbor's yards. All the houses had a door in the backyard. So for us it war a short cut to our cousin's back yard. It funny because we lived around the corner from the mall and we never even felt like going anywhere. The number one place for us would be a backyard with us two, toy or no toys we're good, and our awesome creativity! Those were the days!
We used be the cutest little kids int he world! We would get home from elementary school and we would immediately run to our back yard to play games. You always saw us in our backyard making forts, cakes, houses, mud cakes, games, ice wars between us or us against our dog, and many other stuff like that.
I remember we had a a hug sit and bounce, we actually named the ball. The ball's name was meatball because we loved meatballs back then. I remember that we once decided to become super heroes. So for a week we were tearing clothes apart to make our masks. I also remember how we used to make little drills to train our selves. One of them was to chase the dog around the yard then hold on to him, since he was a big dog. We did that mostly for fun. Once the dog starting getting upset with us he would chase us down so we stopped and made up a new game that involved the dog and water guns. It was called The Big Bear Hunt. We had to hide from the dog they pop out of no where to shoot the dog with our water guns, then we ran away from the 'bear' because he would chase us and try to bite us so we would shoot the 'bear' plenty of times. I also remember when we made our own little club house in the back yard. It was always top secrete. N one knew where we were so they would just yell out our names clueless of where to call out to. That was funny. Up there we used to pretend we were spy's and check what our everyone around was doing. W e even have a box full of junk food for emergencies, like earthquakes or to try and feed a animal anywhere.
AH, BUT THE BEST PART WAS THE WAR FIRST ICE WAR WE HAD. One of our uncles left a big bag of ice outside. We found it and took it. We popped out with many ideas on what to do with it. The best idea was the war. It was Armando, my brother, vs me. He called his side Power Ranger Side. I called my side the Powerpuff Girls Side. So it was Power Rangers vs Powerpuff Girls. W built little forts across the back yard. WE started throwing the ice at each other. This went on for and our until we had no more ice with us. We didn't pick them up because we told our selves that they will melt or the dog will eat them. At the end, I WON!
It was all different when we moved to Utah because we had snow. At first we used to stay at home and play video games on our game box. Of course I always won, because I cheated. Although he never found out. We started getting bored after a while so we took a whole Saturday to make up games with could play outside in the snow. The next day we went across backyards to get to our cousins backyard. We played with them to see what they play. They had a wheel to tided to there tree. COOL. We did more better then them in finding cool ideas on games to play. Th first thing we did was to try to build a snow man. I didn't work! We too little so we couldn't lift all the big balls of ice so we rolled them to the backyard door and stuck them three. The we started making snow balls and throwing them to the door. At the end of the day, we ended up with almost no snow in our backyard, because all of it was stuck to door. It was so stuck in there that no one could go in our out. My mom got mad, but she was glad that we were getting accustomed to the snow. A month later we were a pair of trouble makers. We wouldn't just play in our back yard we would go to our neighbor's yards. All the houses had a door in the backyard. So for us it war a short cut to our cousin's back yard. It funny because we lived around the corner from the mall and we never even felt like going anywhere. The number one place for us would be a backyard with us two, toy or no toys we're good, and our awesome creativity! Those were the days!
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