I started to help my mom prepare the dishes my grandmother taught me how to make and helped clean more around the house. But once again my parents decided we needed to be closer to family for financial help. So after only two weeks back in San Antonio we moved down to Crystal City with my dad’s parents. Once there, I noticed how close my grandparents stayed to their cultural background. While living with my grandparents in Crystal, I started to learn even more about my heritage. My grandmother told me stories of how they used to have chickens in their backyard right behind the pomegranate trees and how they had been there even when she was a kid. She told me “your grandfather and I had met in Mexico where we were both born. We ended up getting married in Mexico and moved to Crystal City with our parents. Your grandfather and I lived in this very house together ever since.” (Santa). What amazed me was that the very house I was sleeping in had been lived in for almost four generations of the Flores family. My grandmother had taught me how to make homemade tortillas, menudo, caldo, she even taught me how to sew. My grandfather only knew Spanish so while living there I learned a little from there. One thing that I remember hanging from the bedroom we stayed in was all he rosaries. My grandmother had told me that she had collected them while in Mexico and even now in Crystal. By seeing this I knew that unlike other people having “a case of religious change after crossing the borders” in a Journal Of The American Academy Of Religion (Leon), my family
I started to help my mom prepare the dishes my grandmother taught me how to make and helped clean more around the house. But once again my parents decided we needed to be closer to family for financial help. So after only two weeks back in San Antonio we moved down to Crystal City with my dad’s parents. Once there, I noticed how close my grandparents stayed to their cultural background. While living with my grandparents in Crystal, I started to learn even more about my heritage. My grandmother told me stories of how they used to have chickens in their backyard right behind the pomegranate trees and how they had been there even when she was a kid. She told me “your grandfather and I had met in Mexico where we were both born. We ended up getting married in Mexico and moved to Crystal City with our parents. Your grandfather and I lived in this very house together ever since.” (Santa). What amazed me was that the very house I was sleeping in had been lived in for almost four generations of the Flores family. My grandmother had taught me how to make homemade tortillas, menudo, caldo, she even taught me how to sew. My grandfather only knew Spanish so while living there I learned a little from there. One thing that I remember hanging from the bedroom we stayed in was all he rosaries. My grandmother had told me that she had collected them while in Mexico and even now in Crystal. By seeing this I knew that unlike other people having “a case of religious change after crossing the borders” in a Journal Of The American Academy Of Religion (Leon), my family