What it means to be a Gonzalez
My grandfather and my grandmother’s on my father's side was born and raised in the small town of Jayuya, Puerto Rico. My grandmother’s family were but simple farmers within the very heart of Puerto Rico but they're more than that ,see, The men and women were notorious within Jayuya. Day in day out all they did was constant work, they were the largest farming family out there. They absolutely grinded to get where they are even to this day, they were loyal to their work like a warrior bound to its creed, a mentality sharper than any weapon ever wielded or created, most importantly the honor and heart that is necessary hold their last name. One member from a different family held these descriptions if i would ever say so but on a …show more content…
Now he had an entirely different way of life, from the stories my dad would tell me, My grandfather absolutely positively wanted nothing to do with his side of the family in Puerto Rico due to them not being the greatest of people. It wasn't until one day an enlister of the U.S army came to Puerto Rico, he sat down with my grandfather and basically had explained “If you join the fight of helping the U.S in the Vietnam War, we will take you anywhere you want in the world” and without hesitation my grandfather said “Take me to America.”. So he went off to fight in the war, eventually gotten shot in which resulted in his discharge to New York City. Without a penny in his pocket the man searched around the Big Apple to find himself a job that was nothing other than the Cleaners, where the most he would be getting paid a couple quarters a day. Every single moment of this man’s life was constantly working to get better, a better future for himself and soon his family. Because it was one day at the cleaners where a beautiful woman came into the shop, and that woman was none other than my grandmother. As life went on my dad now came into the picture, the youngest of 3, life at that
My grandfather and my grandmother’s on my father's side was born and raised in the small town of Jayuya, Puerto Rico. My grandmother’s family were but simple farmers within the very heart of Puerto Rico but they're more than that ,see, The men and women were notorious within Jayuya. Day in day out all they did was constant work, they were the largest farming family out there. They absolutely grinded to get where they are even to this day, they were loyal to their work like a warrior bound to its creed, a mentality sharper than any weapon ever wielded or created, most importantly the honor and heart that is necessary hold their last name. One member from a different family held these descriptions if i would ever say so but on a …show more content…
Now he had an entirely different way of life, from the stories my dad would tell me, My grandfather absolutely positively wanted nothing to do with his side of the family in Puerto Rico due to them not being the greatest of people. It wasn't until one day an enlister of the U.S army came to Puerto Rico, he sat down with my grandfather and basically had explained “If you join the fight of helping the U.S in the Vietnam War, we will take you anywhere you want in the world” and without hesitation my grandfather said “Take me to America.”. So he went off to fight in the war, eventually gotten shot in which resulted in his discharge to New York City. Without a penny in his pocket the man searched around the Big Apple to find himself a job that was nothing other than the Cleaners, where the most he would be getting paid a couple quarters a day. Every single moment of this man’s life was constantly working to get better, a better future for himself and soon his family. Because it was one day at the cleaners where a beautiful woman came into the shop, and that woman was none other than my grandmother. As life went on my dad now came into the picture, the youngest of 3, life at that