By kiki
In the
Simons Brickyard most people had animals of all kinds, chickens, roosters,
pigs, rabbits, goats and cows. Some of the animals were slaughter for food.
Pigs who were slaughtered were soon made into tamales and chicharróns. A stolen
goat made great birria on a Saturday afternoon when men were drinking, and it didn't matter whom goat was stolen. Some chickens were saved from having their
neck twisted because of their ability to lay eggs. Others were not that lucky.
The cows were saved from been slaughtered because people needed milk to drink.
The people
that lived in El Hoyo (the hole) would take their cows, goats and other animals
to a meadow that laid up a hill by the railroad tracks, at times you could see
ten or more cows and goats grazing in the tall grass that grew in that
beautiful-meadow. In late spring-early summer the grass would grow about 3 feet
tall, tall enough for some serious romping by the teenagers (know what I mean?)
that were supposed to be keeping an eye on the livestock
One day in a
late 1940’s summer one of the Vargas girls, don’t remember which one of the
girls it was, had walked the Vargas family only cow up the hill to pasture.
Soon after reaching the meadow the Vargas girl met her boyfriend Jess, and within
minutes they were romping in the tall grass. The cow with nobody to keep an eye
on her made her way to the railroad tracks, I guess she wanted to see how the
people on the other side of the tracks lived. As the cow was standing on the
tracks a South Pacific Streamliner passenger train came roaring down the
tracks, I still remember that it was heading east. The cow didn’t move and the
train didn’t stop. The stampede of people was on as soon as the word got down
in El Hoyo that the Vargas cow had been killed by a train. People by the dozen
were running toward the cow, some of the people with knives in both hands were
sharpening them against each other as they ran to get their piece of steak for
that night dinner…We missed out!
Thank you Mr. Baltazar for writing your latest post regarding the Vargas cow. My grandparents are Alex and Lucia Vargas. I had heard stories about the family cow. My daughter was writing an essay about her family and since she is familiar with the history of Simons, she Googled "Simons Brickyard" to find out what might come up. To our surprise and happiness your latest entry about the Vargas family cow was posted. Thank you for making our family ancestry a reality on the internet. I called my grandmother (doing very well at 90 years young) and she laughed and couldn't believe it. Please continue to post about Simons.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jackie for your great comment....It was for us that were kids at the time a great and fun place to grow up.
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