The other day I was thinking of how I'm starting to forget a lot of things... obviously as I'm getting older my brain is making room for a lot more memories. But there is lots of things that I don't want to forget, so I hope to be starting a Throw Back Memory post, so that at least this is down in writing.
Today I'm throwing it back to 1988. I was 5 going into 6 and living with my Grandparents, close to their farm. Their house in a way, was a farm house. Here are my memories of living there.
My Grandfather woke up at 5:30 am, he didn't have an alarm. He woke up to the roosters wake up call. He took the cows to feed out in his farm, or to check his corn, or whatever was in season.
My Grandmother woke up shortly after to make his breakfast. Then around 6:30, she woke me up. We needed to go to El Molino to get our Nixtamal (cooked corn), turned into Masa ( our tortilla dough), and they closed at 7:00am.
She used to make me a shake for breakfast. A cup of milk (She would warm it up for me), one raw egg, one banana, a spoon of honey, chocolate mix and a pinch of cinnamon. And it was my grandmother who gave me my first taste of coffee. *** I need to take a moment to point out that the milk had been fresh milked off a cow the night before, in the back yard, pasteurized by my Grandmother, eggs picked fresh from her chickens)
We made our tortillas while listening to some Radio Program called Kaliman, a radio show.... I think that's where my fondness for audiobooks comes from.
After we were done making tortillas, we packed up a lunch for my grandfather and take it out to him in the farm. A 3 mile walk to his farm later, we shared our warm delicious lunch under a tree, next to his land.
On the walk back home, I was lucky, I could get a popsicle from the store.
After I helped clean up the kitchen, and the dishes, I was allowed to watch cartoons. I vaguely remember liking Thunder Cats, Denise The Menace, Snoopy, Dungeons and Dragons, She-Ra, He-Man.
Around 3 my Grandfather came home to eat our Meal, which is eaten at 3:30.
My Grandfather had a buggy type horse drawn vehicle. He made it himself, with help from my cousins. He also rode his horse when he was bringing in the Cows. He broke his leg when I was 8, when he fell off his horse.
After Meal Time, I had to feed the chickens, and collect eggs. I also had to feed the cats milk, left overs and tortillas. And on Laundry day, I had to help my grandmother with hanging up the clothes to dry. I was responsible for my own clothes, even though I was 5, going into 6, she held me accountable for washing my own stuff. And I had to wash them by hand.
My Grandmother had a two huge gardens, I was allowed to play in them, as long as I was gentle to all the plants and collected any fruit ready for pick up.
Some days, we also had to go feed my Great Grandmother Angelina. Who was not always very nice to my Grandmother. But when it was her turn, she packed her a meal, a small dessert and we went up the hill to take her Meal to her.
When I think back to being 5 or 6, I only remember when I lived with my grandparents, not much else. That just goes to show how much I enjoyed those experiences. It makes me sad to think that My son doesn't know how to do half of the things I did at his age. So time to make memories at the Grandparents!
What do you remember of when you were 5 or 6? Memories of helping out at home? Grandparents Memories?