La Familia
La familia at the Long Beach Pike, CA
Whenever I hear mariachi music, its passion sparks something inside of me. Mariachi is a lot like poetry. I come alive! It’s as though I’d been in a deep sleep and the music has jolted me wide awake.
The lively and heartfelt sounds remind me of my Abuelito, who came to America before the revolution. I like to imagine my Grandma Lola and how she must have felt as she danced with Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Villa, under a starry sky.
I remember, Mom, who shared with us her stories of growing up in Old Mexico. She had such a giving heart, and some of our friends even called her Mom. And there was Dad who was the oral storyteller. On my birthday, he’d call early in the morning and played Las Mañanitas for me over the phone. I miss that….
La familia--they are the reason I fell in love with story. They are the reason I write. They are the reason I can never give up. I am all American, but I am also Mexico.
What is your story?
The lively and heartfelt sounds remind me of my Abuelito, who came to America before the revolution. I like to imagine my Grandma Lola and how she must have felt as she danced with Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Villa, under a starry sky.
I remember, Mom, who shared with us her stories of growing up in Old Mexico. She had such a giving heart, and some of our friends even called her Mom. And there was Dad who was the oral storyteller. On my birthday, he’d call early in the morning and played Las Mañanitas for me over the phone. I miss that….
La familia--they are the reason I fell in love with story. They are the reason I write. They are the reason I can never give up. I am all American, but I am also Mexico.
What is your story?
