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Wayne Lundberg
 
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"Misschef" > wrote in message
link.net...
> Wayne? Wayne? .........waiting anxiously for your reply.
>
> I have read your sites that Mr. Barfield so graciously supplied
> and I'm impressed! You've done your homework---snip---


This string has been an eye-opener for me. A1's point of view is a complete
shock to me even though it reminds me of why I gave up Mormonism. Back in
'40 my mother and dad broke up and I was left in Logan Utah with my paternal
grandparents. Went to church, when the war started walked the neighborhood
for junk steel, cans and the like - put a picture of Hitler on the cherry
tree and shot my bow and arrow at it, hiked with the Boy Scouts, was told
anything I did with boys or girls in the chicken coop was ok until I reached
8 then it would all be a sin. But okay for now, no matter what. But that's
another story.

In 42 my mother married Capitan Ricardo Gonzalez Figueroa and we all got on
a DC3 in Tijuana and headed south. From 7 to 17 I was more a Mexican than an
American. My schooling was in a Mexican public school. My friends in Mexico
City and our ranch in Veracruz were humble servant-class Mexicans with few
exceptions. So I learned how so little in the form of ingredients could make
so much in the resulting taste, pleasure and joy in eating. I avoid any
restaurant with "All you can Eat" as the main feature.

I got into a spoiled brat syndrome about two years after I was in Mexico and
begged my Utah relatives for reprieve. My aunt came to Mexico, partied, had
a ball, spend my War Bonds, and took me back. The first few weeks in school
were killers. Since I had learned Spanish, I spoke with a bit of an accent.
Instead of saying Zenith with a hard ee, I said it with a soft e like in
elephant. Zenith, and i was a hard i, like ee - a reversal, if you will, of
pronunciation. I was promptly called the Mexican Moron.

How's that for temperance?

So in this rather interesting string, A1 is again proving himself as the
schoolyard bully that convinced me to pack my bags and go back to Mexico
where discrimination is almost unheard of. Negroes, Americans, Japanese,
Chinese, Mongols and whoever else has a place in the Mexican culture - even
queers, queens, maternalistic societies, pagans, Christians and the like.
They may have to find niches and sometimes avoid direct contact, but there
is a place for all.

A1 will never be able to see any of this. It is so completely opposite his
life's paradigm. I feel sorry for him. He is missing so much!

Wayne