Grandpa and Grandma Chavez at Christmas -- enjoying a tamale |
When my Grandpa Louie (Chavez) had an upset stomach, he used
to say: “Me hizo mal los tamales.” In other words, he blamed it on the bad
tamales, which was an inside joke referring to the day after his wedding when
my Grandma Lola wasn’t feeling well. According to my Grandma, it was the
tamales. But my Grandpa blamed her queasiness on the Champaign, mostly because my
Grandma never drank alcohol.
That old saying resurfaced last month when I was visiting
with family during my cousin Phoebe’s first birthday. I was telling my
relatives about the 1940 Census that was released earlier in April. One of the
surprises I discovered, based on math from reading the Census and other records,
was that my Grandma Lola was pregnant with my Aunt Fran when she and my Grandpa
married in 1941.
When I mentioned my discovery at the party, my Uncle Mike
practically jumped out of his seat. He concluded it wasn’t the tamales that
made my Grandma sick; it was her pregnancy. My mom was equally shocked, but for
another reason. Like my Grandma, my mom had an unexpected pregnancy – with me.
And she said her mother gave her such a hard time about it. She couldn’t
believe her mother would treat her that way, given her own history. Of course,
those were different times – in 1941, as well as in 1969, when I was born.
I also asked my Mom whether she had seen a wedding picture
of my Grandpa and Grandma. She said the only photo she remembered was a photo
of her parents with her Uncle Lalo in El Paso, shortly the wedding. I
discovered through church records that they got married in San Fidel, outside
of Grants where they lived. They must have taken a honeymoon in El Paso, before
moving to Los Angeles, which is where my Aunt Fran was born.
Even with family stories and all of the research I’ve done,
it’s always tough to know the circumstances surrounding most of the
life-changing events of my ancestors. For example, in 1940-41, they were
recovering from the Depression and heading toward a world war. My Grandpa had
just lost his father a year before, and his oldest brother died four years
earlier. Before he knew it, he was start a new life of his own. Unfortunately,
another brother would die after they moved to L.A.
Following the death of his brother, Benny, my Grandpa was
thrust into a difficult situation with the responsibility of two families –
taking care of his mother and his remaining siblings; and his wife and infant
daughter. His mother, Eliza, was a strong-willed woman. But I can attest that
my Grandma Lola was just as strong-willed, some might say stubborn (of course I
would never say that.)
Eventually, my Grandpa and Grandma moved back to New
Mexico, where my mom and her three brothers were born and raised. Great-Grandma
Eliza and her youngest son, Lalo, remained in L.A.
My grandparents lived the next 60 years in New Mexico,
moving from Grants to Albuquerque and finally to Farmington. They had some bad
tamales, I’m sure, but all I remember were my Grandma’s wonderful tamales every
Christmas – either at her house, at my Aunt Fran's, or at our house in
Albuquerque.
Hi Gil, I am just now reading some of your posts and ran across this one on my Uncle Louie and Autie Lola. I love the story their wedding and the tamales. I had never heard that story before.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a young girl I spent summer's with Uncle Louie and Auntie Lola and Ralphie. They reminded me of the happy American couple from the Leave it to Beaver show. I last visited them with my dad (Lalo) when they lived in Farmington about 35 years ago. They were the same happy couple then. I always thought Uncle Louie looked like Henry Fonda, tall and handsome. Then I last visited him when he was living in the senior home in Albuquerque. By the way they were my godparents. Well, I am enjoying your posts even though they were written some time ago...... Eliza (Chavez) Carrillo, Lalo's daughter from Los Angeles.