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Ernest Rodriguez' "Impressions," 1960s-1980s

Impressions

IMPRESSIONS

We lived in box-cars near some railroad shops. Sometimes men brought carts full of sand and dinders from the foundry and dumped them near where we lived. There was always small metal pieces we saved for the junk man mixed in with the sand and cinders. 
Once we kids were playing, throwing the iron we would dig out of the sand against the box-car. I remember I dug an angle shaped spike from the sand and threw it towards the house. But much to my surprise it hit the window and shattered it to bits. Papa was standing at the door. He ran towards me his eyes blazing with anger. I was confused. My papa never showed any signs of anger and was always so tender and affectionate was running towards me like some wild animal that was going to tear me to pieces. I turned and ran as hard as I could. I felt a cold chill of fear all up and down my back and I was terrified. It seemed like the end of the world. I ran without looking back up the railroad track and towards the barrio of the flats. My mind was so full of dear that there wasn't room for any other thought but to escape. I ran up the road leading to town and then perhaps instinctively qen sabe, I headed along the path for home. But I got halfways and then hid in the weeds. There the loneliness bore down on me like a great weight and I squatted there crying and rubbing my childs fists in my tearsoaked eyes. Finally it seemed hours to me, my brother came out along the path calling for me. I knew I could trust him. When he came close I came out of the weeks and he took me by the hand and took me home reassuring me that Papa would not spank me and everything would be all right at home mama took me to her arms comforting me and calming my fears.

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IMPRESSIONS We lived in box-cars near some railroad shops. Sometimes men brought carts full of sand and dinders from the foundry and dumped them near where we lived. There was always small metal pieces we saved for the junk man mixed in with the sand and cinders. Once we kids were playing, throwing the iron we would dig out of the sand against the box-car. I remember I dug an angle shaped spike from the sand and threw it towards the house. But much to my surprise it hit the window and shattered it to bits. Papa was standing at the door. He ran towards me his eyes blazing with anger. I was confused. My papa never showed any signs of anger and was always so tender and affectionate was running towards me like some wild animal that was going to tear me to pieces. I turned and ran as hard as I could. I felt a cold chill of fear all up and down my back and I was terrified. It seemed like the end of the world. I ran without looking back up the railroad track and towards the barrio of the flats. My mind was so full of dear that there wasn't room for any other thought but to escape. I ran up the road leading to town and then perhaps instinctively qen sabe, I headed along the path for home. But I got halfways and then hid in the weeds. There the loneliness bore down on me like a great weight and I squatted there crying and rubbing my childs fists in my tearsoaked eyes. Finally it seemed hours to me, my brother came out along the path calling for me. I knew I could trust him. When he came close I came out of the weeks and he took me by the hand and took me home reassuring me that Papa would not spank me and everything would be all right at home mama took me to her arms comforting me and calming my fears.