When I was growing up, our radio dial was always
tuned to Paul Harvey. Later he had a program called The Rest of the Story which showed Mr. Harvey was also a great
history teacher, because in about three minutes, he told us little known stories
about people, events, and things. I'd like to take you behind
the scenes to give you a little more insight into The Wind Called My Name.
The
pages and texts refer to the book and The ANNOTATIONS are the Rest of the Story along with some pictures.
TITLE-PAGE ANNOTATION: On the path to publication,
my story was originally called Just Plain
Maggie. This was a seventeen page, spiral bound story I gave my mom for
Christmas in 1996. My brother Patrick drew about four illustrations. Around 2005 I renamed it Margarita's
Gift, and later it became The Wind
Called My Name.
Page 5 Claudette kicked up a trail of dust as she
moved down the dirt roads. Abuela held her gold-colored statue of Mary, the
Queen of Heaven, on her lap, but she should have been holding Nuestra Señora de
los Dolores—because it seemed like our hearts too were pierced by swords.
ANNOTATION: My great-grandmother, Rufina (Maldonado)
Maes brought her statue of Saint Mary to Fort Steele when she moved from New
Mexico to Wyoming. It now belongs to my aunt, Phyllis (Sandoval) Aguilar
Torres.
Page 12 "This is new," I said. I held my
square tortilla up so everyone could see its shape. Papá smiled. "I made
tortillas in the shape of Wyoming to welcome you. And square ones taste better
than round ones."
ANNOTATION: To this day, my first tortilla of the
batch I am making seems to be a square one.
Page 22 "They
[torta de huevos] reminded me of how puffed up I was with myself and so sure
I'd make a friend quickly."
ANNOTATION:
This is a Lenten egg dish, typically eaten on Good Friday. It is made by mixing egg yolks into whipped egg whites with
the addition of a small amount of flour. Dollops of this mixture are deep
fried and topped with a red chile sauce.
Page 27 I caught a glimpse of myself in a long
mirror. My dress, which used to be Felicita's reached just above my knobby
knees. My hair looked like Ernesto's with the same bowl cut.
Page 50 (a letter from Margarita's grandmother,
Cruzita Cardenas Sandoval, who stays in
New Mexico and is learning English.)
July 15, 1934
Dear
Margarita,
Thanks to God the family is together. I am busy with Blanca. She give me much milk to make cheese. I sell all my cheese to the artists who paint pictures of our mountains.
Thanks to God the family is together. I am busy with Blanca. She give me much milk to make cheese. I sell all my cheese to the artists who paint pictures of our mountains.
ANNOTATION: As a child we visited my
great-grandmother in El Carmen, New Mexico where she milked her white goat and
gave us warm goat milk to drink. I was turned off from drinking any milk for a
long while after that experience. However, now I wish I could get raw goat's
milk to make fresh goat cheese like you can find in rural areas of New Mexico. It's delicious!
The artists I'm referring to are artists like Georgia O'Keefe who made northern New Mexico their new home.
Page 115 She [Miss Shugart-teacher] got up from
her desk and walked between the rows. "As you know, after the Civil War,
some of those soldiers came right here to Fort Steele, to protect the men who
built the railroad. Students, raise your hand if someone in your family fought
in the Civil War."
. . . "Phyllis,
you had your hand raised," Miss Shugart said. Felícita stood up and
said," Our great-grandfather Jose del Carmel Cardenas fought for the Union
at the Battle of Valverde."
ANNOTATION: This is one
of my ancestor's papers showing he was entitled to a pension from the United
States government for his service during the Civil War. The map shows where he fought
in New Mexico.
Page 8 . . . and he [Alberto] sang a song called "Beyond the Blue Horizon,"
which he said he heard on the radio.
ANNOTATION: In my research for songs from the 1930s,
I discovered this tune was made popular by Jeanette MacDonald and would have
most likely still be played on the radio in 1934. The song also became popular
in recent times. I played the song for our granddaughter, Emily, and asked if
she had heard it. She hadn't, but I said I was going to put the song in the
story in homage to her 2018 graduation from Horizon High School. My editor
suggested I cut the reference, but I explained that Alberto might have tried to
show how savvy he was with pop culture of the times and could have sung the song to
his family. I must have done a good sales pitch to my editor, because the reference to the song stayed in the story! On YouTube, enjoy this 1930 Phil Spitalny version from the Paramont Production of "Monte Carlo".
Beyond the Blue Horizon
Beyond the Blue Horizon
Page 23 Alberto cleared his throat. "At least
we have it good in Fort Steele. I read in the paper where some mejicanos from
Durango who live in Worland have to pick sugar beets, if they can get work at
all. They're trying to send money home like us. But many of them were sent back
to Mexico—even some who were born here in the United States—just because there
isn't enough work. The townspeople don't want to help them, especially since
Wyoming is hurting from this Depression. They think Mexicans should go back
where they came from.
I thought about that girl asking me if I was from Mexico.
ANNOTATION: "The 1930s also saw an unprecedented
deportation program that targeted those considered "aliens." This was
especially acute in sugar beet communities where in many cases sugar companies
and local charity organizations coordinated repatriation to move Mexicans out
of depressed areas. The deportation drives disproportionately focused on Mexicans—regardless
of citizenship—due to the racialized view of them as "welfare
dependent" and the proximity of Mexico."
Merleaux, Sugar and Civilization, p. 248;
"Mexico Offers Aid To Its Subjects," Worland Grit, January 6, 1938.
Page 55 He [Mr. Sims] kept driving north until he
stopped near a big house made of pink stone. It had three levels of windows
that led up to a tower. People were eating under a covered porch.
Caroline
clapped her hands. "This is where the rich Ferris family lives. Everyone
calls this the Ferris Mansion."
ANNOTATION: This beautiful Victorian mansion is in
Rawlins, Wyoming and was built from sandstone found nearby. When I was in
kindergarten, my teacher, Miss Lila Lantz, lived there. There have been some
scary stories published about the house. Later it became a bed and breakfast
inn.
Page 55 Mr. Sims drove down the street and turned right. "That's the big house," he said, nodding to a building nearby. It stretched from one corner of the street almost all the way to the next corner.
"This
mansion is bigger. Who lives there?" I asked.
Caroline laughed. "Prisoners. That's the state prison."
Caroline laughed. "Prisoners. That's the state prison."
"It must hold a lot of people."
"Yep.
That's why it's called the big house."
ANNOTATION: The Wyoming
state penitentiary is located in Rawlins, Wyoming. As a girl, we often sat on
the penitentiary grounds in the summer where the penitentiary band entertained
the townspeople. The prisoners must have had lots of time on their hands to
practice their instruments! When I was in college, my parents moved to a house
about two blocks from the pen. Even though I was born and raised in Rawlins and my uncle, Pete Lucero, was a guard there, I never saw the inside of the old prison until
it was turned into a museum after the new penitentiary was built.
Page 97 Back in the
kitchen, Mamá read the ingredients on the box [Bisquick]. "This has flour,
shortening, salt, baking powder. . . . Yes it has everything we need to make
tortillas."
ANNOTATION: Bisquick
was invented in 1930 and was still popular in my family in the 1960s when I got
married. My mother's cooking advice to me as a new bride was to have a box of
Bisquick handy. I also fondly remember how my mother's eldest sister, Ruth (Sandoval)
Lucero sometimes made her tortillas from Bisquick.
Now you know some of the rest of the story to THE WIND CALLED MY NAME. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd love to see your comments (hopefully positive) on Amazon or Goodreads. Please click the link to see a synopsis of The Wind Called My Name.