My dad's mother was from Jerez, Zacatecas, and she died just before my
sixth birthday so I don't have a lot of memories of her but here's one
or two:
I remember her fixing something called atole, which I didn’t like, but
remembering it from a fog of some years’ distance, I would say it’s a
healthy drink. She also had prunes in her oatmeal, so when I’d pop in
to visit her in the morning and she had some, I’d be served a dish of
it and enjoy it. I liked it better than my mother’s porridge (which I
realize now was a true Scots dish). At special times, don’t know what
they were, Abuelita would have capirotada, which I didn’t like too
well. Remember, I was just a kid!
I’ll have to think about some more food…some of it was just the food
from northern Mexico that my grandfather liked–he was from Chihuahua
city.
I wish I had had the blessing of more time with my grandmother, maybe I
would have learned things about her family in Zacatecas. I believe
even she didn’t know a lot about her family history and I say that
because my Tias, dad’s sisters, don’t know much about their mother’s
life in Zacatecas. I’m the one who told my Tia Carmen that my abuelita
had a full sister named Paula, a full brother named Jose (who died in
1919) and 2 half-sisters and a half-brother…they never knew! People
in the old country NEVER discussed anything private. Marge:)
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