We were at my Grandfather’s sister Paula’s house in Mexico.  She had married a Spaniard man; he had real blue eyes and blond hair.  He was skinny and Paula was a big lady.  She kept her house real nice and clean. When you walked in the front door, you saw a long hallway and the kitchen was way in the back. So we’d walk to the kitchen and on each side were rooms.  And I think they had an outhouse. 

So we’d be sitting in the kitchen out there talking, my Grandfather, my Grandmother, Paula, and her husband, Aurelio.  We could see down the hallway, it was all tile, real pretty blue tile, different designs of tile.  They had a screen door and the wooden door was open.  Outside the door they had a little front yard and then there was the fence, a little picket fence.  You’d see the horse pulled wagons driving by with a guy pulling a wagon.  On the back of the wagon, they’d have tubs with corn on the cob wrapped with burlap.  And then they had tamales in another tub.  So he’d be going by and you’d hear the clip clop of the horses.  You’d hear them call out, tamales, tamales, tamales, helotes, helotes, helotes, tamales.  But they did it in a certain way, like singing.   

Oxen Cart in Mexico