Memory Monday, Week 28
Whenever my dad traveled to Mexico in the summer time and I stayed home, he always made sure to send me a postcard or two. In August 1973 he sent the above image of Matehuala — one of my favorite towns we had visited — and wrote: “Just a few lines to say Hi and tell you I’m in San Luis Potosi. I went to the mercado today and helped buy food for the team to eat…”
A few days later he mailed a card from Leon: “We had a TV program this morning on Channel 10 but I didn’t participate as I haven’t gotten my coat yet. I sat in the bus and read a story to Lisa and Gina [Frank Gonzales’ daughters]. There was a clown there and he came on a little too strong for Lisa and he just petrified her. He sure felt bad about it and we finally had to take her out of the studio. I hope you are keeping our plants watered during the hot spell.”
The next year, in August 1974, his post card came from Guadalajara. “Mother tells me you are doing a fine job helping out at home. We spent about 3 hours at the mercado this morning with the kids but I wasn’t able to get too much as I was kept busy haggling for other people. I hope to get back to do some more shopping before I leave.”
In July 1975 I received this card: “I have been very busy as I am the only male intepreter besides Frank. We have four women interpreters. The weather is nice — it only rained once when we were on the way to Saltillo; in fact, it rained out our prison and plaza services.”
This last post card isn’t actually from my dad; it was sent to me by a school classmate who was visiting Mexico during the late 1970s. I can’t be sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve actually been to this spot. Just looking at the plaza with statue and palm trees evokes memories of many such places in Mexico!