La Odisea de Mamy

La Odisea de Mamy

I thought about Mamy those cold rainy nights in the rice paddies of Vietnam, those nights when the rain would beat on my helmet and the cold invaded my bones. As a trained Marine, that was a mild test of my physical ability to withstand the elements. Mentally, I wasn’t prepared.

Maria Erlinda or Mamy like we called her was my maternal grandmother, a humble woman who never learned how to read and write. Even after she married my grandfather, Jack Roth, the gringo who swept her off her feet at her mother Lupe’s diner, giving her a life of comfort, exposing her to a culture she could never quite assimilate, she was happy remaining close to her indigenous roots. She never ate in the dining room with the rest of the family. Continue Reading…