My early days were spent in observation and constant awareness of the busy life that surrounded me. My Mexican born-father was widowed in '43 or so, left with seven children, (6 girls, 1 boy). My mother, newly arrived from Mexico with a 2 year old son, met him and took on the challenge
of re-building a family. Five more daughters were born to them. I was the last one. This working class ensemble saw and experienced all there was through the changing times in San Antonio, Texas. My mother's strong conviction, and lively character and my father's gentle low key demeanor, and both their constant labor, saw us through an education neither of them ever had.