Welcome to your past!

Yesterday I went out with my wife and parents for an outdoor adventure to downtown Los Angeles. We went to China town to enjoy the sunny day and get some fresh air. Well okay I’m not sure how fresh the airs in Los Angeles,bt we went out there any ways. While taking our walk in China town my father had a urge to walk down La Placita Olvera and enjoy the Mexican vibes of this area. While we walked down the little puestos that sold Mexican candies, piggy banks, and all the stuff that you can buy Tijuana. But I can’t stop from admiring all the Die de Los Muertos stuff that they sell around this area. So my father saw the adobe house museum in the center of Olvera Street that stated that it was the oldest adobe house in Los Angeles.

When we walked in to the front of the museum the first thing we saw was an adobe oven in which both my mother and wife started to tell stories of how they used these types of ovens. My mother was telling me stories of how my grandfather and grandmother had an oven that they used when she was a young girl growing up in the farm, and having her mother cook bread and other things in these types of ovens. While my wife told me that her father in the small farm land they have still has an adobe oven that they still use once in a while. It’s funny to see an oven on display as a sign of something old, while my wife still has something that old in use still in the state of Sinaloa Mexico.

While walking around this little museum we found an outdoor grilling area where the posts on the walls would tell the people of how these types of thing would be used during this era. But again my mother and wife started to tell stories of how they both used these types of comales while growing up. My mother started to tell me of how she would cook food and other stuff while growing up in a small farm back in Mexico. My wife told me stories of how her mother would cook fresh corn that had just been picked off the stock.  It was very sweet to hear these stories from two women that I love and hold dear to my heart.

I really love spending time with people I love because they start to tell stories of their pass that we might have heard many time in our lives, but the older we get these stories are more than just people telling us what they have seen. But these are stories of our history, where we come from and how we got to where we are today in life. These are experiences that family member share with us not because they want to brag about what they have seen, but it’s about our history. Our Mexican history that need to be kept alive with stories that we pass down from one generation to the next.