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Fond memories of the past.
Circa 1960 I would ride my bicycle down to the local store. I would buy a box of 20 gauge 7-1/2 shot shells for hunting birds. I was 13 years old. Back then this was just perfectly normal. I hunted out on the farm.
The farm was a paradise for a young kid. Most of the workers were Mexicans and their children were my playmates as long as I can remember.
We had seasonal workers without their families. They came and worked and then went back to Mexico until the next harvest season. We also had the Mexican essential workers that were mostly USA citizens. They were essential to the farm. They really ran the farm.
My grandfather was the boss (El Jefe) of the farm. His number one boss was Jose Lopez. All business on the farm was done in Spanish. Jose’s wife “Candilatia” was like a grandmother to me. She would correct me if I did wrong. I loved that lady. It was most great. She spoke no English. Due to being on the farm I spoke Spanish.
I was most lucky to grow up in that environment.