Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Posted: 10 May 2013, 20:22
Mothers Day
Mothers Day in Mexico is on the 10th of May and regardless of when that day falls on during the week it is celebrated on that date. My wife has been a surrogate mother for numerous people on her side of the family. Nieces and nephews who didn't have parents that stuck around to bring them up. My wife would always give them the attention they yearned for. Today is the 10th and already the flowers and cards are showing up on the dininroom table. The phone has been ringing constantly all day.
My wife has this thing for children and men. Her father was murdered before she was born in Michoacan. He was a paymaster for a mining company. One day when he was riding his horse with the weekily payroll he was robbed and killed by bandits. 4 months later her mother gave birth .
On the ranch were her family lived in the mountains she took care of her younger siblings. Her mother had remarried a man who was a kind fellow,but an alcoholic. My wife cleaned garbanzos for 1.50 a day to help her mother and the young ones. All nine of them. She had an older sister who wanted no part of the effort to establish a family atmosphere. She left for Mexico City shortly after the death of her father. My wife never contacts her. She is the only one in the family my wife doesn't talk too,yet I've never heard my wife say much about her.
My wife especially has a soft spot for little boys. I think she figures that a girl will grow up to be a woman and have the sexual power to entrap a male of the species. That's the way I've figured it. Males can rarely be held responsible for any guilty actions in my wife's eyes. She'll even take the side of her brother in laws against her own sisters.
One Mothers Day a long time ago we visited her sister who had a small ranch on top of a mountain in the state of Jalisco. The only way to get there was to ride a horse or cilmb. Since we couldn't get any horses we climbed. I about died.My mother in law was with us and she scampered up the mountain like a squirrel. It was a Sunday and when we got there a party was in progress. There was a bunch of men with dirty clothes and scruffy beards sitting around drinking tequila. The women were in the kitchen with the children cooking and gossipping. I had to be with the men or I would have been considered a "mandelon",a sissy. I understood that.
These guys were pretty drunk. They'd probably been drinking since the previous day.They all wielded shotguns. These toothless bastrads were smiling at me looking me over like a lamb to be slaughterded. I was dressed in one of these jump suits and had a camera hanging around my neck.
"Hey gringo," one of them slobbered,"you got plenty of money?"
"No I don't",I said trying to find a way to fit in.
"You want to drink tequila?"another of the bandits said.
"Sure,"I said.
"You like tequila? We can get you a soda pop if you want."
I could see this wasn't going to be fun.
"Hey gringo",said one the toothless bastards,"What you think of Mexico? Hodido,huh gringo."
As he said this I could smell the reek of tequila comng from his gut.
"No ,I like Mexico. No es hodido(f----d up)."
"You want to shoot my shotgun?"
That was it. I was getting out of there. If I showed them I was scared they'd shoot me for being a coward and if I stood up to them,they'd shoot me to put my bold white ass in place. I got up and walked to the kitchen.
"I'm going down the mountain ,"I said to my wife.
"Que pasa?"
"These guys won't let me in their club."
"What are you talking about?"
"All I know is that I'm leaving. I'll wait for you in Jiquilpan. I'll take the bus."
"Ok ,"she said."I be home later. One of those men outside married to my sister will give me a ride."
As I walked down the mountain into town I thought about my wife. I wasn't worried about her. I knew whatever guy gave her a ride home he would probably one day would buy her a Mothers Day gift.
Mothers Day in Mexico is on the 10th of May and regardless of when that day falls on during the week it is celebrated on that date. My wife has been a surrogate mother for numerous people on her side of the family. Nieces and nephews who didn't have parents that stuck around to bring them up. My wife would always give them the attention they yearned for. Today is the 10th and already the flowers and cards are showing up on the dininroom table. The phone has been ringing constantly all day.
My wife has this thing for children and men. Her father was murdered before she was born in Michoacan. He was a paymaster for a mining company. One day when he was riding his horse with the weekily payroll he was robbed and killed by bandits. 4 months later her mother gave birth .
On the ranch were her family lived in the mountains she took care of her younger siblings. Her mother had remarried a man who was a kind fellow,but an alcoholic. My wife cleaned garbanzos for 1.50 a day to help her mother and the young ones. All nine of them. She had an older sister who wanted no part of the effort to establish a family atmosphere. She left for Mexico City shortly after the death of her father. My wife never contacts her. She is the only one in the family my wife doesn't talk too,yet I've never heard my wife say much about her.
My wife especially has a soft spot for little boys. I think she figures that a girl will grow up to be a woman and have the sexual power to entrap a male of the species. That's the way I've figured it. Males can rarely be held responsible for any guilty actions in my wife's eyes. She'll even take the side of her brother in laws against her own sisters.
One Mothers Day a long time ago we visited her sister who had a small ranch on top of a mountain in the state of Jalisco. The only way to get there was to ride a horse or cilmb. Since we couldn't get any horses we climbed. I about died.My mother in law was with us and she scampered up the mountain like a squirrel. It was a Sunday and when we got there a party was in progress. There was a bunch of men with dirty clothes and scruffy beards sitting around drinking tequila. The women were in the kitchen with the children cooking and gossipping. I had to be with the men or I would have been considered a "mandelon",a sissy. I understood that.
These guys were pretty drunk. They'd probably been drinking since the previous day.They all wielded shotguns. These toothless bastrads were smiling at me looking me over like a lamb to be slaughterded. I was dressed in one of these jump suits and had a camera hanging around my neck.
"Hey gringo," one of them slobbered,"you got plenty of money?"
"No I don't",I said trying to find a way to fit in.
"You want to drink tequila?"another of the bandits said.
"Sure,"I said.
"You like tequila? We can get you a soda pop if you want."
I could see this wasn't going to be fun.
"Hey gringo",said one the toothless bastards,"What you think of Mexico? Hodido,huh gringo."
As he said this I could smell the reek of tequila comng from his gut.
"No ,I like Mexico. No es hodido(f----d up)."
"You want to shoot my shotgun?"
That was it. I was getting out of there. If I showed them I was scared they'd shoot me for being a coward and if I stood up to them,they'd shoot me to put my bold white ass in place. I got up and walked to the kitchen.
"I'm going down the mountain ,"I said to my wife.
"Que pasa?"
"These guys won't let me in their club."
"What are you talking about?"
"All I know is that I'm leaving. I'll wait for you in Jiquilpan. I'll take the bus."
"Ok ,"she said."I be home later. One of those men outside married to my sister will give me a ride."
As I walked down the mountain into town I thought about my wife. I wasn't worried about her. I knew whatever guy gave her a ride home he would probably one day would buy her a Mothers Day gift.







