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Mi Familia

I am the youngest of seven kids. Seven kids...that is almost unheard of nowadays. My parents are from Mexico. My mother is from Mexico city, actually from a place called Xochimilco. She came to Juarez Mexico around fifty years ago. My dad is from a place called Parral Chihuahua. He also moved to Juarez which is where he met my mother.

My mother has to be the strongest woman I've ever met. She has had the endurance to raise seven kids in a country that wasn't hers, where the language was foreign to her, as well as the culture and people. Both of my parents have no formal education. My mother went to school up to the age of about eleven. In Mexico, she would tell me, there was no public education system. Everyone had to pay back then to go to school. It may have been a small fee to attend class, but coming from a poor family, getting up the sixth grade in the 40's was alot. After they got married and had her first two kids, my dad refused to let her work. He took offense at her attempting to work and he said that he'd be more than happy to stay at home and take care of the kids if she wanted to be the sole bread winner. My fathers machismo was probably at its peak back then, and of course it has stayed with him throughout all of our lives. My mother never worked again a day in her life...excuse me, she never cashed another check for any kind of service rendered to claim her own again. My mother, has worked hard, in fact, I can't remember her NOT working. She is now seventy-one years old. All she has ever known is work, cooking, cleaning, ironing, whatever it is that needs to be done around the house, my mom is always doing work. My mom, her favorite book is her bible, she reads it for strength, for peace, and for company. Although she grew up in a very traditional Catholic home, she converted to Christianity about ten years ago.

I can go on and on about my mother. I can tell you about the times I let her down as a teenager, about the day she became a naturalized citizen, about the years and years that she and my father spent adding on to the two room home that they first bought when they came to America, or I can tell you about the times that I attempted to teach her how to drive and she almost killed us both, or about the times she would wake seven screaming kids on the first day of school and put lime juice in their hair to keep it from standing straight up(this was before mouse or gel). I can tell you a million stories about my mom, but I will save them for later.

I will tell you this however, a week and a half ago, my mom woke up at 5am to use the restroom. She got disorientated and took a fall. She broke her pelvis in two places, a "stabalized fracture" is what they called it. Right now she is still recovering and is in alot of pain when she moves. My mom has kept her spirits high and is looking forward to recovering soon. She is being taken care of by my sister and her husband, plus their two dogs. I'll keep you updated on her progress.
(Oct 14, 2003)

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Mi Familia \| The Ramos clan \| Martinez Family \| Marquez Family Sisters \| Brothers \| Maria \| Lizzy \| Da NEW BABY Mi Familia I am the youngest of seven kids. Seven kids...that is almost unheard of nowadays. My parents are from Mexico. My mother is from Mexico city, actually from a place called Xochimilco. She came to Juarez Mexico around fifty years ago. My dad is from a place called Parral Chihuahua. He also moved to Juarez which is where he met my mother. My mother has to be the strongest woman I've ever met. She has had the endurance to raise seven kids in a country that wasn't hers, where the language was foreign to her, as well as the culture and people. Both of my parents have no formal education. My mother went to school up to the age of about eleven. In Mexico, she would tell me, there was no public education system. Everyone had to pay back then to go to school. It may have been a small fee to attend class, but coming from a poor family, getting up the sixth grade in the 40's was alot. After they got married and had her first two kids, my dad refused to let her work. He took offense at her attempting to work and he said that he'd be more than happy to stay at home and take care of the kids if she wanted to be the sole bread winner. My fathers machismo was probably at its peak back then, and of course it has stayed with him throughout all of our lives. My mother never worked again a day in her life...excuse me, she never cashed another check for any kind of service rendered to claim her own again. My mother, has worked hard, in fact, I can't remember her NOT working. She is now seventy-one years old. All she has ever known is work, cooking, cleaning, ironing, whatever it is that needs to be done around the house, my mom is always doing work. My mom, her favorite book is her bible, she reads it for strength, for peace, and for company. Although she grew up in a very traditional Catholic home, she converted to Christianity about ten years ago. I can go on and on about my mother. I can tell you about the times I let her down as a teenager, about the day she became a naturalized citizen, about the years and years that she and my father spent adding on to the two room home that they first bought when they came to America, or I can tell you about the times that I attempted to teach her how to drive and she almost killed us both, or about the times she would wake seven screaming kids on the first day of school and put lime juice in their hair to keep it from standing straight up(this was before mouse or gel). I can tell you a million stories about my mom, but I will save them for later. I will tell you this however, a week and a half ago, my mom woke up at 5am to use the restroom. She got disorientated and took a fall. She broke her pelvis in two places, a "stabalized fracture" is what they called it. Right now she is still recovering and is in alot of pain when she moves. My mom has kept her spirits high and is looking forward to recovering soon. She is being taken care of by my sister and her husband, plus their two dogs. I'll keep you updated on her progress. (Oct 14, 2003)
	This is my mom, I took this picture the first day that I bought my digital camera. Approximately, the middle of September 2003. She wasn't expecting to have her picture taken, I think those make for the best kinds of pictures. I think she looks adorable.
There is my sister Patty, matriarch of the Ramos clan, in the background on the right. She and her family came in to see my mom along with my youngest brother Mando from San Antonio, which you can kinda see on the left. Here my mom is looking rather sly in the photo, this is 1.5 weeks after her fall. She is sitting in her wheelchair in my sister Laura's kitchen.
	My sister Patty took this photo of me and my youngest sister Laura helping my mom do her daily walker excercises. On this day she walked from the kitchen to the living room. It was quite a task for her, it took about twenty minutes for her to get there.
Here's my mom looking like a grandma. There are eleven grandkids in our family. Here the youngest of the grandkids, Daniel, is with my mom.
	Here is a nice picture of my neice Mariah with my mom. She's a cutie too.

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