Natalie,
I am the one who recommended the book "Rain of Gold'' and I am the immigrant.
I was brought here to San Jose´ Ca when I was two years of age. Mom said that my father sent for her and the 3 children and this was in 1952. My sister was almost five, I was two and a half and my brother Rigoberto was one year old.
Mom said we flew to Ensenada which has a military airport called El Cipres. We were picked up by an aunt and went to stay with them for a short period of time in Maneadero Baja Ca until my dad could get someone to come pick us up as he was a mojado (wet back) and could not cross the border.
A family friend came to pick us up and he traveled with us on the train to San Jose. We arrived in San Jose on Thanksgiving day of 1952. How's that for always having something to be thankful for on Thanksgiving day.
My dad was a foreman at a ranch here in San Jose at the time and had already secured family housing. We were forutunate in that when we arrived we had a home to