I’m a tad late for the Weekly Photo Challenge Journey, but I just had to share a couple of stories for this topic!
I called my father to ask him for some details about my grandfather’s journeys.
Once my writing was in full swing I realized a portion of the story just had to stand on its own.
I remember a long time ago my dad pointed to a picture of my great-grandmother and said, “She was the one they called the Whip.”
This picture, dated 1900 it’s likely to be the oldest photo in the family archive.
Her first name is not known. As far as her last name…well…maybe it was Ortiz, or Jimenez, or Guerrero, or Perez and not necessarily in that order.
You see, she had four or five marriages. From what I understand, she even married one man twice! The details aren’t clear if they were common-law or not. My dad says one thing about her husbands but my aunt says another.
When my dad learned the story he was told she was “a bit off her rocker.”
I see her as a colorful character…and a strong-willed woman.
My dad and aunt do agree on her nickname, the Whip, which really strikes at the imagination – no pun intended!
The story is she chased one of her husbands off the family property with a bull-whip! Apparently she meant business…and thus the nickname stuck!
The reason it’s a bit of legend is because no other details are really known about her except her marriages and this incident!
As a result of all her marriages she had six children with four different last names spread among them.
One of those children was my paternal grandfather who was born in Guadalajara, Mexico, in 1900.
Around 1916 the decision was made that he and his brothers were going to cross the border to come into the United States. The restrictions crossing the borders were much less restrictive than they are now.
This is where my grandfather’s journey, and my next post really begins.
Next Post: My Grandfather’s Journey.