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The Trek North: Part Six

PHOTO: Fig tree like the ones in Figarden in 1962. Getty Images.   Working as a helper on a fig-picking tractor did a lot for me. More than anything, I felt good about getting a check each week. Every Saturday I would ask my father to take me to the small store in Figarden so I could cash it. I usually bought a soda and an apple turnover, sometimes other things. One had to buy…
Pedro Chavez
January 16, 2016
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The Trek North: Part Five

Tractor in an orchard. Getty Images.   On the same day that we started working picking figs by hand, I was offered a chance to become a helper on a contraption that swept up the figs off the ground. It was late afternoon when a man working for the grower came looking for me at the orchard where several members of our family and myself were still learning the ropes of our job. The man…
Pedro Chavez
December 16, 2015
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The Trek North: Part Four

PHOTO: Fig tree with fruit. Getty Images.   It felt good having a place to stay and knowing that soon we were going to also have food to eat. We selected the house that was next to the entrance of the camp. They were all the same, though. It had an elevated large bedroom with a wooden floor and a small room with a dirt floor and open windows that served as a kitchen. It had…
Pedro Chavez
December 9, 2015
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The Trek North: Part Three

PHOTO: Figs on a tree branch, similar to the ones we picked in Figarden, California. Getty Images.     It took about an hour to get to Delano after leaving Bakersfield. We were all hungry, but for some reason food no longer mattered much, especially for those of us that were older. We wanted to find work. The local farm employment office gave us the name and address of a Mexican labor contractor that needed…
Pedro Chavez
December 1, 2015
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The Trek North: Part One

IMAGE: Local passport photo of our mother and the first five of us. Left to right: Amanda, Rosa Carmina, our mother Lydia, Julio César (in her arms), Armando, and me (Pedro).   There was no triple wall then, in 1962, the year we crossed the border between Mexicali and Calexico in our way to a place that promised us a better future. Triple walls are abundant now in myriad spots along the geopolitical line that…
Pedro Chavez
November 19, 2015
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Lo que mi Tierra Cachanilla me Regaló

Uno no escoge en qué rincón del mundo uno nace, porque uno no es partícipe en esa decisión. Todo es cuestión de suerte. Yo podría haber nacido en China o en algún país del África. O a la mejor en uno de esos lugares del primer mundo donde uno llega con el plato ya servido, como en los Estados Unidos o en Alemania o en otro país europeo, en esos lugares de ensueño, a los…
Pedro Chavez
October 12, 2015