Materene,
Thank you for your memories. Today is my dad's 93rd heavenly birthday. He was10 yrs old when he, my grandmother& two younger siblings came to Airline Drive in 1935. He had an ice route at this young age to support his mother & the babies. Epitome of a Houston success story. No education to speak of he became a successful business owner in Houston. The memories I have of Airline Drive & Farmers Market are rich & filled with love. From his little brother Ronny boxing with one of the Elizondo brothers, to walking in on a Saturday & receiving a warm hug and a piece of dulce from Mr. Canino, I'll never forget. Thank you again. They survived & thrived in this color blind life. Happy birthday daddy. I'll never forget our Saturday adventures. In reference to the trees heavy laden with God's bounty, we had that too. Our ancestors were amazing with their ability to plant a seed or seedling & we are still enjoying the bounty of their work. Not to sound crass, but my father would say of my Granny, "She could make chicken salad out of chicken shit". Only a hungry child of the depression could mean it as a compliment & our sweet Granny took it as such. They began their journey here living in the back of a box truck. If I am 1/10 the person my ancestors were, I consider myself accomplished.