Share Your World #40

It’s time for another contribution to Cee’s Share Your World. The latest questions were put out there by kids. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you want to play along, click here. Here are my responses:

Why did you start blogging?ย 

My daughter started blogging on a recent trip to Costa Rica. I was inspired by her. I’ve always loved writing and thought it would be a good outlet. (She inspires me in a lot of ways.)

A piece of clothing you still remember?

So many things, unfortunately. Halter tops. A terry cloth onesie shorts outfit. Lots of shorty-shorts. (They were in style.) A pair of purple overalls. Those were all my choice. I have a lot of clothing I would like to forget, including the plaid pants my mom bought at Sears. (Though it’s an interesting complaint to rehash from time to time with my mom.)

I do have fond memories of my ski jacket, however. It was different colors of blue radiating outward from the zipper. It was super cute back then, and so warm up on the ski slopes.

Who are you trying to reach with your blog?

I haven’t decided yet. I’m still trying to figure out where it’s going. I want to be a fiction writer, but I like the connection I get with people when I write about what’s going on in the world today.

Is there a stuffed animal in your bedroom?

There were three stuffed animals in my room until just recently. One was a wolf that my son bought me for Christmas from my college bookstore. Another was a big-eyed dog from the same son. The third was an owl that my eldest son got from Build-a-Bear to celebrate my teaching degree. They are sweet reminders of what’s most important to me – my kids.

The best birthday present ever?

Of all of the wonderful birthday presents I’ve ever been given, the very best one was a ย framed list on my 40th birthday from my sister and her family entitledย 40 Things We ย Love About You.ย It was really sweet of them to sit and try to figure out things to list. I felt important. I felt noticed. I felt loved.And really isn’t that what life is all about?

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What would surprise me about you?

I’m pretty good at Mario Kart.

Bonus question: ย What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?ย 

I am grateful for the cooler weather and changing leaves.

I look forward to getting back to the gym. (Maybe if I write it I will do it…)


Thanks to Cee and to her young contributors. Have a great week!

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The American Dream

Let’s talk illegal immigration.

Last Saturday, I took the back roads on my way to my destination. I passed through the lands belonging to a farm I worked at during a summer in college. What used to be acres of berries and filberts has seen many improvements. There are now acres of nursery stock, windmills in the blueberries, ponds and sprinkler systems. There were posted notices where the plants had recently been sprayed, and there were a few people working in the field across the road.

I was transported back to those same fields over twenty years ago and my job as row boss/checker. Back then, I spoke a little Spanish, and I relished the chance to practice my skills. In the process, I got to know people, hard working people, old people and young parentsย who had their preschoolers in the field with them. I saw how they interacted with each other, joking, laughing, caring for one another. There were large extended families and neighbors from the same small town. I felt how kind they were toward me, “la gรผera.” I was invited to after hours get togethers with the other summer workers and the crew bosses, pizza dinners in town or sitting around a fire with the crew bosses singing Norteรฑo music to the tune of a guitar and accordion. I greeted people with a smile and got a smile in return.

There were occasions where I had to visit the camps that housed the workers. One was newer, cinder block housing, camp style, nothing fancy. People who had been bent over strawberries all day, dusty and sweaty, had cleaned up for a foray into town for supplies or a trip to the bar. Little girls in spotless dresses with hair pulled back tightly into braids that didn’t allow for any flyaways played together while young boys kicked a soccer ball around. There was another housing unit, a derelict old building that many people were crammed into. These were the housing options for these workers. If they started seeing a decrease in income as the season progressed and the harvest declined, some of them sought work elsewhere. When the strawberries were on their way out, blueberries and caneberries were ripening. These folks had to move. The farmer wouldn’t house them if they weren’t working on his farm.

On certain occasions I was asked to go along with people as a translator.ย On one occasion, I translated for a couple with small children who were looking for an apartment. I called and the owners said they had an open apartment. When we arrived, they very quickly said they couldn’t rent to the couple, that they only rented to students. This was my first encounter with discrimination. Another time I accompanied a young mother to the public clinic to get to the bottom of intense abdominal pain. She expressed hesitation at gowning up for the exam and the doctor turned to me and exasperatedly said something about how she didn’t have a problem spreading her legs for her husband. My decision to open my mind to another person’s experience was enlightening me to the nasty undercurrent that existed in my own world.

There were bad things that went on. I heard about the prostitutes that went to the camps, American girls from the fringe of society. True free market. Supply and demand. Once, I was accosted in the fields by one young man and managed to slip through the bushes before he managed to kiss me. Overall, though, I felt as though I was surrounded by basically good people.

Were the people here illegally? We didn’t know, though it was assumed they were. Were they acting criminally while here? Not in my experience. I saw people who worked hard, who bought American clothes and American products, people who sent money home to take care of families who stayed behind. During that time, their help was needed, so the government and the farmers turned a blind eye. This was common knowledge at the time. In reality, if you had wanted to stem the tide of illegal immigration, placing a hefty fine on the employers might have been the best option. If there were no work to be had, people wouldn’t make the grueling journey. The reward has to outweigh the risk.

I have kept in contact with some of these people. The young man who wanted an apartment just became a citizen last month. I have a smiling picture of him at his citizenship ceremony. He and his family routinely spend their free time at Disneyland. Another woman who worked for years in the fields was recently had a late stage cancerous growth removed, and she had to travel to Mexico to have her health concerns taken seriously. (Some things have not improved.) One gentleman started his own business. Another works for the Department of Agriculture. At least half of their children are seeking military service or post-secondary education. (Many of these parents never attended high school.) All have benefitted from the 1990 Immigration Actย introduced by Ted Kennedy and signed into law by the first President Bush.

As I drove by that old farm, I couldn’t help but feel the unfairness of it all. The improvements I saw were due to the backbreaking labor of ordinary people who are being villified today. ย One of our candidates would have you think that this subset of our population consists of murderers and rapist sent here by Mexico. What a simplistic world view.

As you consider my words, please enjoy this Republican blast from the past: