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Ernest Rodriguez' "Impressions," 1960s-1980s
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IMPRESIONS My mother took us over to Fanny's house. While we little kids played, my mother and Fanny were cooking in the kitchen. You could hear the familiar sound of the Palillo hitting the tabla as it rolled big round tortillas de harina. The smell of frijoles and chile filled the house with a pleasant, homey aroma. We played in the front room. There was hardly any furniture, just a few wooden chairs and a couple benches. We were taking turns being pushed in the wagon by the older kids. Soon, my mother and Fanny brought plates of streaming frijoles and sopa with tortillas and sat them on the floor in front of the kids. Fanny's small infant boys dressed only an undershirt sat in front of their plates grabbing little fistfulls of frijoles and stuffing them in their pudgy brown little mouths. One of them has his plate shoved close between his legs and his tiny private layed on the edge of the plate.Someone pointed and laughed. We looked laughed. The baby stared us in [words] and then joined in the laughter not knowing what our cause for laughter was. This caused us to laugh even harder. His sister made the proper adjustment of his plate and the cause of our laughter. Later we went outside to play. There was a tub of rain water standing near the corner of the porch. One of the little girls standing next to the tub backed up against the edge lost her balance and sat down in the tub. Her face contorted as she opened her mouth wide and her eyes became only slits as she gasped and let loose a earthshaking howl that brought the terrified women running out of the house. When they saw what had happened they burst into laughter holding their hands over their stomachs. Then Fanny hurried to rescue her little girl soothing her and offering a mother's consolence but smiling by laughing Partly because of the comedy of the situation but more so out of relief that it wasn't the tragedy first expected
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IMPRESIONS My mother took us over to Fanny's house. While we little kids played, my mother and Fanny were cooking in the kitchen. You could hear the familiar sound of the Palillo hitting the tabla as it rolled big round tortillas de harina. The smell of frijoles and chile filled the house with a pleasant, homey aroma. We played in the front room. There was hardly any furniture, just a few wooden chairs and a couple benches. We were taking turns being pushed in the wagon by the older kids. Soon, my mother and Fanny brought plates of streaming frijoles and sopa with tortillas and sat them on the floor in front of the kids. Fanny's small infant boys dressed only an undershirt sat in front of their plates grabbing little fistfulls of frijoles and stuffing them in their pudgy brown little mouths. One of them has his plate shoved close between his legs and his tiny private layed on the edge of the plate.Someone pointed and laughed. We looked laughed. The baby stared us in [words] and then joined in the laughter not knowing what our cause for laughter was. This caused us to laugh even harder. His sister made the proper adjustment of his plate and the cause of our laughter. Later we went outside to play. There was a tub of rain water standing near the corner of the porch. One of the little girls standing next to the tub backed up against the edge lost her balance and sat down in the tub. Her face contorted as she opened her mouth wide and her eyes became only slits as she gasped and let loose a earthshaking howl that brought the terrified women running out of the house. When they saw what had happened they burst into laughter holding their hands over their stomachs. Then Fanny hurried to rescue her little girl soothing her and offering a mother's consolence but smiling by laughing Partly because of the comedy of the situation but more so out of relief that it wasn't the tragedy first expected
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