Whilst having dinner at The Café – the coffee shop at the
Monte Carlo Resort & Casino in Las Vegas – I was “treated” to a brief oral
history of a family that had moved from Valencia, Spain to Guadalajara, Mexico
in the early 20th Century.
It’s not that I was eavesdropping, it’s just that the
acoustics were such that I could hear the conversation of that nice gray-haired
lady sitting at the table just down the aisle from me. That’s her, with her
face blurred to protect her identity, because one never knows who might be
reading this blog (I don’t mean to disparage you, of course).
The story was kind of interesting, about how the family
settled in Mexico. I think she said her great-grandfather came over with
nothing, then her great-grandmother joined him a year or so later, bringing
their kids over with her.
Despite their struggles in their new land, they persevered, and
then eventually some of them immigrated to the United States. “Legally, of
course,” the lady stressed. “And they worked hard,” she added. Funny how those
were the only phrases I recollected verbatim out of her whole story. Guess a
little bit of illegal immigration prejudice shows in my thinking.
Anyway … it renewed my faith in America, that we still
attract hard-working families who want a better life and are willing to
sacrifice for it, adding to the strength of our country.
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