This blog goes way back to the inner recesses of my mind’s memory.
I’m really tryin’ to remember details.
From our beginning @ Albores Courts.
Our Mother, along with our relatives the Guzmán family moved into this government subsidized housing project from the time they were originally built, possibly the early ’50s.
Life during this time was basically carefree. Working class families doing their best to provide for their families.
We had quite a lot of characters at Albores.
Some examples are:
Don Lupe & his wife Emilia.
Don Lupe sold fruits & vegetables to make a living.In between his gigs, he’d get smashed drunk on beer. Emilia, like a good wife put up with him.
The kids, little rascals we were, would board his truck when we knew Don Lupe had fruit on it.
We enjoyed Rrriiipppin’ him off from plums, grapes, oranges,tangerines,apples,. peaches,pears, strawberries, etc.
Smart kids that we were, we’d stake lookouts.We’d wait til Don Lupe was DrUnK to his ass, before we snuck onto his truck.
Sometimes we’d do it the easy way & ask Doña Emilia for Don Lupe. She’s unknowingly tell us he was asleep. Sometimes we’d
ask her straight out, “is he drunk,again?”
She’s say yes, & we’d give the signal to the others.
Don Lupe would sometimes wake up after being told by Doña Emilia. Ha!
He’d go ballistic! Yellin’ like a madman, “Ey! huercos! Abajensé de esa Troca!”
Sometimes Don Lupe would threaten to shoot us with his .22 pistol. He did once, we ran like the wind.
“Yes, Don Lupe, as soon as we take all your fruit, we will”.