When my Mexican-born Nieto and Robledo ancestors immigrated from San Luis Potosi in the 1910s, little did they know that their first home, a Long Beach, California address (123 E. 4th St.) would one day be part of a hip and trendy urban redevelopment spot. According to Google Maps, my ancestors’ former Long Beach home […]
About the Laredo, Texas, footbridge, where my great-grandmother immigrated into the U.S. from her Mexican homeland in 1915, with her baby boy in her harms, in search of a new life.
Me and Dad, heading to my Masters graduation ceremony in 2005. Since it’s Dads and Grads season, this photo seemed a perfect fit for this week’s Family Photos Friday. It is one of my very favorites. Me and Dad, heading out with the family to attend my Masters of Library and Information Science (MLIS) graduation […]
My dad, as a toddler. His hair still looks like that at times. This week’s “Family Photos Friday” selection is one of my very favorite photos — it’s my dad, as a toddler, wearing exactly the kind of coordinated boy outfit that he refused to allow Mom to put on my brother as a child. […]
Maria Aurelia Compean (1858-1963) One-hundred fifty-four years ago today, on January 1, 1858, my great-great-grandmother Maria Aurelia Compean was reputedly born (I don’t yet have an actual birth record for her). Maria, who went by her middle name Aurelia, is better known to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren as “Little Grandma”. Biographical Snapshot Maria Aurelia Compean was […]
Benjamin Robledo (1919-1990) Twenty-one years ago today, on December 22, 1990, my grandfather Benjamin Robledo passed away. Despite being my grandfather, I don’t know very much about Benjamin. He led a hard life and just wasn’t in the lives of his children or grandchildren on any sort of consistent basis. My last real memory of […]
Maria Nieto Robledo (1887-1974). Homemade tamales are a Christmas tradition in many Mexican families, and my family is no exception. I can’t remember a single childhood Christmas, and very few adulthood Christmases, without my dad making the wonderful savory tamales (with the world’s most perfect masa) that he learned how to make as a child […]