|[l-r] Felicia, Cecilia & Esther Munoz|
Courtesy of Ermalinda Espinoza
Being adopted can have its disadvantage in pursuing a family reunion. My reluctancey and insecurity has become a challenge in speaking with one of the elders of my maternal line. I was really unsure as to what their reaction would be towards me.
Four months ago, my Aunt Priscilla gave me my Aunt Felicia aka Alice's number. Alice is my maternal grandmother's sister. I was thrilled, and knew that it was imperative that I contact Aunt Alice, as her health had been declining. Knowing this, I still didn't call her until today. When she answered the phone and I told her who I was, her reaction was welcoming and she acted as if my absence had not been an issue.
We did some small talk, and then I asked her one question, "Did you ever live in Arizona?" She said yes. She lived in Arizona until her father passed away. She had just graduated from high school and went to work in San Pedro, California to work in a cannery, where one of her aunts worked. She said her mother had it very hard after her husband died as she had nine children that she had to care for, and the youngest was a baby. The older children worked to help support their mother and their family.
Aunt Alice and I agreed that we would keep in contact...I believe that she is ninety.
Note: My mother Ermalinda scanned some photos for me, so that I would have something to write about. I want to publically thank her for her kindness. [Photo is of my Two Grand Aunts and my Grandmother, only Aunt Alice is living.]