Hello everyone. I was away for a couple of weeks, but now I’m back!
When I recently asked my mom about my grandmother’s history I discovered there were bits and pieces of information written down on scattered pieces of paper. My mom relayed as many of the fragments as she could recall during our conversation.
Here are a few of those fragments.
My grandmother Carmen was born in 1904 in Zacapu, Michoacán, Mexico, at least that’s what the records say…meaning, she may have been born in 1906, but various records say 1904!
People who were close to her called her Carmelita.
She would have celebrated her birthday today, July 15th.
When I asked my mother how my grandparents met, she said she didn’t know the details, but she assumes that my one of my grandmother’s brothers introduced them.
My grandfather Antonio and great-uncle Albert were around the same age. Since they came from a small town it’s likely that they were friends.
This is the only picture that I have of my uncle Albert at a young age.
My mom also speculates that World War I opened many opportunities for employment. Because of new opportunities my grandmother’s family, and other friends, including my grandfather came to the United States in 1916.
The family would have come through El Paso, Texas. They decided to make their way to California.
My great-grandmother was said to be very strict. My grandmother wanted to be free of her rules and restrictions. She “always wanted to go dancing” but my great-grandmother wouldn’t let her.
My grandparents eloped in 1920. They were later married in the church in 1927.
My mother was born in 1930.
My mom said that Rae (her best friend) gave her a couple of books to document a family tree. Mom said it’s one of those things she wants to do; she needs to “simply sit down and do it!”
I told her the next time I visit California, which I’m hoping will be in the next month or two, we’ll set a side a day to compile this.
When I started blogging I didn’t realize that I would be writing all these vignettes of my family. Now, I realize if I don’t capture these stories, they are at risk of being lost.
I’m looking forward to spending time with my mom to be sure we capture what is dear to all of us.
I’ll let you know what I find out. I already have some of the fragments. I just need to make some sense of them!