Moises Hernandez![pintura_03](https://wr95cccsmr10.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/pintura_03.jpg?w=640&h=764)
Professor Dave Mount
Writing 95
August, 13 2010
My History Family
I remember my grandmother speaking a different language with my uncles and aunts during parties when I was a child. I had no idea where this language came from or why I couldn’t understand. One day, I asked her where she was born and why she spoke another language. She told me that she was born in a little nahuatl community near of Popocatepetl an Ixtaccihuatl volcanoes located between Puebla State and Mexico City.
I visited that community when I was around nine years old. I saw beautiful scenery during the drive such as different kinds of trees, big plants, a beautiful waterfall and a lake. Moreover, we crossed the Sierra Nevadas near to the volcanoes. It was amazing. We spend around six hours from Mexico City to Zacatlan Puebla, which was our destination. Then we had to drive an hour more.
I don’t remember the small town’s name, but the people lived there in comfortable straw houses, a nice river provided them water, and there were many apple, pear and peach trees. They cooked with clay pots, and hand made stone cooking utensils that gave the food a better taste.
Everything was different than where I lived. At home, I always slept on a petate. A petate is a bedroll made from the fibers of a palm called a metate. In addition, women wore a colorful skirt called a cueyitl, a blouse that they called a tlahmach camisahtl, they carried their babies in a uahcal that was like a cradle and they wore huaraches instead tennis shoes .
They had only one little school where there were twenty students of different grades studying in the same classroom. They had books written in Spanish and in their own language that I didn’t understand. One day, I invited them to play soccer with me. They said yes, even though they didn’t know how to play soccer, so I tried to explain rules of the game to them. However, when we started to play soccer, I couldn’t kick the soccer ball because there were too many rocks on the ground. On the other hand, they didn’t feel any pain when they kicked the ball. It was really funny.
I met many families that I didn’t know there. At night, they told me about many interesting legends. For example, they told me the legends about the volcanoes. Popocatepetl was a great warrior who went to war. He was gone for many years, and while his lover Ixtaccihuatl was waiting for him, she fell into an eternal sleep. When he came back after a great victory, and found her , he committed suicide. God changed them into the volcanoes. For this reason, Ixtaccihuatl means the sleeping women, and Popocatepetl means the smoking mountain.
I’ll never forget that community where my grandmother was born, my new uncles, aunts, the colorful views, the clothes and the wonderful people whom I met there. I’ll never forget the incredible legends about the volcanoes. I learned many things about my ancestors and the differences between living in a city and living in a small town.
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