My family albums are filled with memories . . .

1960's: The younger years


Dad 1960

I remember my father was usually exhausted after a hard day's work of manual labor. For six months he played Mr. Mom during the holidays because a hateful "white" neighbor reported to the authorities that my mother was undocumented.

I was only seven years old when my mother was deported, my brother was six. The christmas tree stayed up until mom returned home in April of the following year.