While traveling my entire childhood, I experienced a mixture of cultural settings here and there. I went from being born up in North Dakota to moving around in south Texas. I never stayed in one city longer than a year when I was younger, so I got the chance to pick up a few things about my family heritage in every city I stayed in. While in San Antonio I learned from my mom the customs her mom taught her. While in Austin I got the chance to actually live with my grandparents from my mother’s side and learn first-hand of our heritage and customs. After moving multiple times, I ended up with my grandparents in Crystal City where I learned the heritage that was closer to their home in Mexico. After living in North Dakota for seven years, my
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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