Shadows of Poverty

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“It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill our tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves.” -Cesar Chavez

I took this one from Sullivan, the quiet road that leads to my parent’s home where I grew up. I loved running through the orchards in bloom as a kid pretending I was a creature of the trees. In later years I learned of the hardships my mom and her family suffered as workers of this scenic landscape. Not quite the fairytale backdrop I envisioned as a little sprite flitting from tree to tree. But still it was a better life than how it would have panned out had they stayed put in the shadows of poverty on the other side of the border.

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  1. June 20, 2014 at 9:37 am

    Wow. Short post with big impact. I’m sure there is much more to this story.

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    • June 20, 2014 at 4:42 pm

      Thank you John. Lots of short stories. I roll ’em out as they come to me. Thanks for reading!

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  2. June 20, 2014 at 9:37 am

    So true.

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    • June 20, 2014 at 4:44 pm

      I thought this might be a familiar song for you too Dora.

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  3. June 20, 2014 at 11:37 am

    Wonderful post Sandra. Did I tell you, a while back I think, that I got to meet Cesar Chavez once while I was stationed in San Diego during the Eighties?

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    • June 20, 2014 at 3:53 pm

      You are officially Forrest Gump now.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:27 pm

        “Hi, my name’s Forrest Gump. People call me Forrest Gump…”
        Laughing Laughing Laughing out loud Kerby!
        🙂 🙂

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:38 pm

        I bet you kissed a famous person.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:39 pm

        As a matter of fact…
        But then, I never kiss an’ tell.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:48 pm

        Hey now, I’ve never heard this cowboy carry on about a box of chocolates before. Life is like a bottle of whisky and a pack of smokes is more like it I gather.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:50 pm

        I hear that.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:49 pm

        I believe the bit about the famous person too Kerbey!

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    • June 20, 2014 at 4:46 pm

      Thank you Lance! You know, I do remember that story you shared. It came to me as I was putting this post together. What a moment that must have been! You had some fun down there in San Diego. I’ll bet they miss you.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:51 pm

        Hahaha!
        Seriously doubt San Diego, or That Great State of California for that matter, miss me! 😉

        Yes, it was a great moment. He was really inspiring to listen to and it was my honor to shake his hand.

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  4. June 20, 2014 at 3:54 pm

    Good point, Sandra. Your life is better because of their choices and hardships.

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    • June 20, 2014 at 4:50 pm

      Thanks Kerbey, I try to remember that often. I hope you’re feeling better friend.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:52 pm

        I am listening to Kenny Loggins, so it is safe to say that I am. Plus, Pinot Grigio.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 4:55 pm

        Is that Danger Zone Loggins or Danny’s Song, Loggins Messina? I’ll take a Pinot next time you’re at it. Thanks, Doll Face.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 5:00 pm

        You know it’s Danny’s Song. And also “whenever I call you friend” because I always call Sandra friend.

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      • June 20, 2014 at 8:29 pm

        Awww! Come here you! Give me a hug! Xoxo

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  5. June 20, 2014 at 7:48 pm

    Your parents gave you something great with their sweat off their brow and the bow of their backs, Sandra, working that stretch of land. Thanks for showing us that field and remembering that toil.

    I don’t have any Lancentrics to add about Cesar or Forrest. Or Kerbeyisms on Loggins, Messina, Pinot or Grigio …

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    • June 20, 2014 at 8:17 pm

      Thank you just the same hermano! I took your advice from awhile back and opted for a stout to ring in the weekend rather than a Pinot. Cheers! Xoxo

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  6. June 21, 2014 at 4:10 am

    Poignant 🙂

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  7. June 24, 2014 at 12:45 pm

    Exquisite post. I love the correlation of the picture with the memory, quote, and sentimentality.

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    • June 26, 2014 at 5:30 am

      Thank you dear pal! I’m happy you enjoyed it.

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  8. June 30, 2014 at 7:04 am

    The innocence you knew as a child of your parents’ hardships are ones that many endure who work on the orange groves in Florida where we live. That really saddens me because it’s not an easy job.

    During my teen years, my folks owned 66 acres. We only farmed a half-acre for ourselves. My Dad worked as an electronics engineer in Syracuse, NY., about 30 miles from our home. I know we were the lucky ones. Some had to get a full time job in a factory or elsewhere just so they could make ends meet on their farms. Those who owned big dairy farms had to work hard – period.

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    • July 1, 2014 at 8:07 pm

      You’re so right. Now that I’m older I appreciate this part of our background. Thanks for your thoughtful comment Judy.

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