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Show in my father's house/ 122 down." "We left at night so the children could sleep --we had just as many little ones then -- but the drive through Arizona the next day was unbearably hot. That night, we stopped near a service station and when the manager saw us spreading our blankets on the dusty roadside, he invited us to sleep in his garage. The floor was hard and greasy, but better than snakes and bugs crawling all over us. The next night, we slept beside a town dump, thinking the police wouldn't bother us there. We reached the border the following noon and Brother Jesperson said he had to be at work Monday morning. So he left us outside El Paso -- that town we just left -- with the sun beating down and all our kiddies hot and thirsty." "What did you do?" I asked, wishing I could slap Aunt LaVona's brother. How could a job be more important than the mothers and their children? "The first thing we did was kneel and pray we'd get a ride to Los Parceles. Then we settled the children for their naps in this huge cement viaduct lying off the road. We hadn't waited more than an hour before two men named Jack and Dick came along in a big empty furniture truck on their way to Colonia Dublan where they lived. They said they'd take us across the border." "It took us hours to travel the forty miles to Dublan -- that's the place your father was born -- because it had rained |
