Boxes of memories in the garage waiting to be remembered. Photos of my childhood; my parents and brother long since gone, friends, my children’s childhoods. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.
The most exciting find has been a box full of photos that my parents, or brother, took on our many trips to Mexico to visit relatives when I was young. Some of these photos may even be from before my time. I don’t know. No date, and no written reminders are on the backs of the photos. I feel like I’m on an archeological dig and hit it big (sifting through the dusty boxes in the garage in 100 degree heat just adds to that feeling).
The trips to Mexico were a life changing event for me, only I didn’t know it at the time. The love of travel was instilled in me; and, the thrill of Mexico, my culture, and my people, has never left my soul. I spent summers there with relatives every year, and spent my sophomore year of high school there in a Mexican school.
Travel within Mexico was always the order of the day during my summers there. I’m not sure, but I think all of my relatives were on a mission to help me see and understand this wonderful country.
There will be more coming on this, but I will leave you with one last photo today
I estimate these photos to be circa mid to late 1940’s.