Memoirs Of an Immigrant

It is, simply the story of my life, have passed in the 50s years, since my childhood with a full of mischief, joy and extravagances of the time, and a truncated adolescence for wanting to enter to the adult world, and pretend to be big lived stage with machismo and injustice of the Society at that time, spite of the line of sight that gives life, being able to absorb the good things and the advice of that cantankerous grandmother, and the good moments with the priest of my church of origin, and everything good this great country have. Mainly for the love of my wife, we were able to raise a family, with love, respect and dignity to being Latino.

We try to pass on to our descendants the happiness of life, that is just love, without love we would never have succeeded the family that we have today and our Wednesday Family Day.