Over the past few years, I’ve been interested in genealogy
and tracing my family tree as far back as I could. Thanks to Ancestry.com, I’ve
been able to trace my family back to my 11th great-grandparents,
into Canada, France, England and that is just a part of my family. The names
and dates listed are just a part of the story. I often wondered what their
lives were like, their hopes and dreams, their struggles and their fears. Did
they ever fathom that their 11th great-granddaughter would wonder
about them? It is important to talk to our elders and learn from them while
they are here. The life lessons and the historical eyewitness testimony that
they can give us is priceless.
The events they have witnessed or taken a part of can help
history come alive for us. I remember talking to my grandmother Ruby about her
experiences in the Great Depression in the plains of Oklahoma. The simple words
she told me have stayed with me to this day. She told me that nothing went to
waste because they didn’t know when they would be able to buy more. It is a
lesson that I have learned myself. I also wished my grandmother Ruby was still
here. I would ask her advice about how she moved on with life when she lost her
first child. Although, I smile, knowing she would probably say “because I had
to.”
This past week, my family has lost a sweet man and truly the
last of his generation. Samuel Arzaga, Sr was my uncle by marriage. Even though
there was a language barrier between us, I know he was happy to see me and my
husband happily married and raising a family. What I didn’t know was the events
he witnessed and the events he suffered and struggled through in order to make
a life in America. I recently learned that he was a Zootsuitter in the 1940s
and experienced discrimination at every turn. The irony is that I am writing a
story about Los Angeles in the 1900s and I’ve been researching the Zoot Suit
Riots. I’ve been looking for eyewitness accounts and little did I know that
there was someone right there. What amazing stories he could have told me. Now
I’ll never be able to hear them.
My research has made me realize how important it is to talk
to our elders, to get their stories before they are gone and lost to history. It
is a lesson I will pass on to my children and hopefully one day, my
grandchildren. It is a funny situation you find yourself unable to talk to your
elders when they’re here but when they are finally gone, you have a million
questions. I encourage everyone to speak with their grandparents, neighbors or
any elders you can find because everyone has a story to tell. You’ll be amazed
at the history you’ll hear in their words. You’ll be amazed how eager they are
willing to share their experiences.
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