Orchard trees

Some of the trees on our family ranch.
Some of the trees on our family ranch.

 The object I picked is a plant because they remind me of my grandpa. My grandfather on my mother's side of the family immigrated here from Mexico several years ago. Back in Mexico, he was a schoolteacher, but when he came to America, he was not able to teach and instead had to get a job working in the fields. Eventually, he met my grandma, and they had my mom, aunties, and uncles. My grandpa loved plants and gardening, and he was really good at it. He could cross different species to create all sorts of new things. He had a greenhouse and would spend hours studying and hanging out with his plants. I have the opposite of a green thumb, but he did pass his garden skills down to my mom and aunts. I do try to grow various things and to keep a houseplant alive just because they remind me of him (and I'm getting a lot better). I never got to meet my grandpa, but from all the stories I have heard about him, he seemed like one of the best people ever, and these stories and things like gardening help me feel close to him. They are a way for me to show my appreciation for everything he sacrificed for my family to give us a better life. This picture is of my aunt and uncle's ranch, where they grow oranges and pecans. We have a family garden, so other fruit trees and bees for honey. My grandpa would have loved being out on the land with his family, and I think he would have taught us lots of exciting things. 

Place(s): california and mexico

– Miela W.

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant