Sometimes Ama would send us to “la tiendita,” Barron’s grocery store, our neighborhood mom-and-pop shop, for a loaf of bread or a dozen eggs. Sometimes we would take the short cut through the Ledesmas’ yard or if we felt more adventurous we would take the long way, through the callejón (the alley) behind the cantinas and meat market. This is where my primos and I would pick up bottle tops and play a game of “Fling the Bottle Top,” “El Moanie,” “El Fishie” and “El White Bass.” We were inseparable. Playing Loteria for pennies was my favorite game. Often we would play Loteria outside where we could be as loud as we wanted and where we could listen for the “Raspa man’s” bell every afternoon. We would watch the “raspaman” make the best hand scraped snowcones “raspas” in the world. Then it just didn’t matter how hot August was.
I remember everyone piling in the back of Apa’s Chevy pickup to go to Camp Ben McCollough for a day of swimming. “Oh, how I hated those outhouses with so many spider webs!” My dad would insert an 8-track tape of “Los Relampagos Del Norte” and he would sing along. On Wednesday nights we would go to “La Fiesta” Drive-In for the Bingo during intermission. I actually got to call the numbers one night and walked out of the concession stand with a great big banana split and just as big a smile on my face.
Los Bailes were always a lot of fun to go to. I loved to listen and dance to “Little Joe y La Familia” and “Ruben Ramos and the Revolution”. On the drive home my mother would mock my Tia, saying “A tu tia no le gusta conjunto, a ella le gusta orchesta” and she would put her nose up in the air as if to say her sister thought she was classier than us. On Tuesday nights we would walk to “Hillsides” at the Pan Am Recreation Center and listen to bands, meet up with friends and do some people watching. There was always a fight to see.
During football season we would watch the Texas “Lonehorns” and the Cowboys. Every one I knew said “Lonehorns” not Longhorns. You knew when one of our teams scored because you could hear the whole “calle” scream and yell and celebrate. Every spring we would go to Lockhart or Creedmore to pick nopales and you had to look out for snakes while harvesting the cactus. In the fall we would go to the pecan orchards along the Colorado or Onion Creek and harvest pecans and split what we picked with the owner. I remember the ghost stories my mother would tell about apparitions or “La Llorna” y “La Lechusa.” On Friday night we would go to Johnny Boys for hamburgers and strawberry malts.
Growing up watching and learning from my families’ successes and failures, good times and bad times. Looking back reminds me of the very happy time I had growing up on the East Side of Town.
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