By Gloria López-Stafford
This memoir of starting to be up in El Paso within the Nineteen Forties and Nineteen Fifties creates a whole urban: the way in which a barrio awakens within the early morning sunlight, the joys of a unprecedented barren region snow, the style of fruit-flavored raspadas on summer time afternoons, the "money boys" who beg from commuters passing backward and forward to Ju???rez, and the mischief of kids exciting themselves within the streets. L???pez-Stafford indicates readers El Paso throughout the eyes of Yoya--short for Gloria--the high-spirited narrator, who's 5 years previous while the ebook begins.Yoya is a survivor. Her younger mom has died, leaving her within the care of her a lot older father, who attempts to supply for his relatives by way of promoting used garments. Her brother Carlos, Padre Luna, and a group of kids and ladies imagine accountability for Yoya, yet just like the inexplicable lack of her mom, unforeseen adjustments separate her from her liked barrio. the quest for su lugar, her position, turns into a look for identification as Gloria seeks to appreciate her a variety of houses and households.
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Title. 4'96-dc20 [B] 95-32451 CIP Designed by Sue Niewiarowski Title page photograph: Gloria and Roy Rogers, 1949 Page v To my daughters, Michele, Heather, Katherine and my brother Charlie "Carlos" Palm and For all those who have known and loved El Paso, the place in the sun! Page vii CONTENTS Part I The Projects 1 Prologue, 1949 3 2 The Second Ward and My Parents 6 3 St. " The banner slogan was draped across the blackboard of my social studies class in El Paso, Texas. The black letters jumped off the white background.
She dreamily called out the names of the heroes in a tone like Padre Luna's when he recited the saints' names during mass. Her voice became low and harsh when she spat out the name of Santa Anna just the way Padre Luna's did when he uttered Judas' name during Lent. I looked down at the gum wrapper whose silver paper I was removing. I felt both angry and sad; I felt bad. All the Mexicans in the classroom were quiet. I wondered how they felt. " Angry and confused, I put my head down so that no one could see me cry.
One of the women was amused by this and started to giggle but her husband gave her a look that could have turned her into stone. Naturally I was delighted. Somehow I managed to grab the cones of the hats and my tiny hands dug in. I went upstairs to the boys' bedroom and placed the hats on the bed. I tiptoed to the door and closed it. I put one of the hats on my head and I disappeared into it. I laughed and took it off. I danced with the hats for a little while until I could hear the voices downstairs.