Forty-nine Years After Coming to America, I Became a Citizen

I grew up in the countryside about 2 hours from Quito where I lived with my grandmother. I moved to the city where I met my husband and we had two kids. He was a mechanic and I worked odd jobs to help with the bills. My jobs always involved something to do with tourists from other countries. I would hear about a place called America and wanted to someday go see it for myself.

I never wanted my kids to struggle or experience what I did growing up and knew that education was the way out. We placed my son in a private school so he would have the best education possible. It was then, that we realized we could not afford the same education for my daughter. The expense of education was too great, and we just didn't know what we were going to do.

A friend had an uncle who was the chauffeur for a man that worked in the World Bank. His family was moving back to the States and was looking for a nanny. I was 29 when I decided to take the opportunity to see for myself if all the stories of America were true. In July 1970, I left my husband and two kids; my son was 6-and-a-half and my daughter 2-and-a-half. I really didn't know what was waiting for me, or the time I was about to lose seeing my kids growing up.

The family that hired me provided me with a work visa which had to be renewed annually. I was overwhelmed when I arrived in America. The beauty was breathtaking, and I fell in love with it. I had never seen leaves change colors or snow falling. The first winter in America was very hard and I cried many nights.

Lol point taken

Yes I’d like to be a girl

At her prime

Beautiful and smart

Men at your whim acting al the fool for ya

Unlimited sexual power at least compared to low men

Yes I can see the advantage especially in this convenient safe secure world

Back not so long ago before evil white men civilized the world what was galloping towards your village from over the horizon was often an existential threat

Raping and pillaging were a reality

Hard on women ...they had to depend on THEIR men to kill BAD men

I stopped on the Trace to tinkle while southbound headed home from the northern terminus between there and suicide bridge at the large parking area trailhead

When I came back to my truck I heard that distinctive sound as I approached my door and there he was could by my door....ready to strike

I dispatched him humanely since he appeared entrenched and threw him in the back on the truck bed

When I got home I asked Annette and the boys to go get my groceries from the back....I had him laid out nicely.....five foot timber rattler ...small compared to my rattlers back home in Mississippi

At the last second I had compassion for my tiny rib and grabbed her and held her back and let her in on it

My boys lept in the truck with out looking and lept out like some black and white buster keaton comedy in reverse mode

Annette ran inside cursing me ..she detests vulgarity.....and locking me out...in full defcon 11 panic....I’m glad I didn’t let her go to the truck

Wade my oldest insisted on mounting it and I have a taxidermist pal....I warmed hunter my baby boy...11 ..I’m 61.... to be careful with those fangs even if dead...he was dripping venom...a district chemical smell...Annette is like great another dead animal in the living room....the Rotties were nerved up....but the horses went absolutely nuts when I showed them....who says horses are dumb.....

odd how the Natchez Trace has always been somewhere I have lived in proximity to...the old sunken truck near Clinton Mississippi ran through my grandpas walking horse farm

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