My Mom’s Hands and the Stories of Strength They Told
It's been almost thirty years since my mom passed away. She was loving, protective, funny, and always the life of the party.
Mom was born to a family of immigrants from Chihuahua, Mexico, during the Depression of the 1930s in Niles, California. The little town of Niles had peaked as the "Hollywood of the Silent Film Era." Around this time, many Mexican Americans were facing threats of deportation and struggling to find work amidst the era's job crisis and food shortages. I'm not sure how my grandparents arrived in California, but I heard rumors that my great-grandfather worked as a railroad conductor for a company that traveled through the Southern states. Beatriz was the sixth of nine children –– and fifth of the girls. As the youngest of the girls, it was apparent that she was wel...










