Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A MIGRANT'S MEMORY: LUNAR LANDING A DISTANT DREAM

By Juan Montoya
To the migrant workers picking cherries at the Lester Southwell farm between Omena and Peshawbestown, Michigan, July 20, 1969 was just another muggy day made bearable only by the proximity of the chilly waters of Omena Bay across Michigan Highway 22 from their labor camp.

There were families from Brownsville, Bluetown, San Pedro, Texas, Matamoros, Florida, and from across the Southwest at the labor camp.

They were picking black cherries after they had gotten done with the napoleons (light red) sweets, and toward the end of the season in August, would move on to the tarts, or sour cherries favored by pie makers all over the world.

Today was special.

Not only were they picking their favorite cherries, large lumpy syrupy blacks (bings), but the kids and teenagers in the camp had rigged a black and white television they had bought at one of those garage sales that seemed to sprout each Friday and Saturday along the Suttons Bay to Traverse City route where local residents knew migrants passed on their weekend runs for food and other household necessities.

They had all pitched in and paid $10 for the set and rigged it with aluminum foil and wire clothes hangers to acquire a somewhat discernible image of nearby television broadcasters, most notably the Traverse City CBS affiliate Channel 9-10.

The kids who were too young to work in the orchards would watch cartoons and sitcoms during the day that the teens and adults were out in the orchards with their ladders and pails and in the evenings the young adults watched the prime-time comedy and adventure shows.

But today, July 20, we knew that man was set to land on the moon. That evening, the moon waxed near three-quarters and reflected off the clear waters off Omena Bay as it merged with Grand Traverse Bay to the south. The night was clear and cool, hovering in the upper 60s.

As we kids gathered around the set, Walter Cronkite narrated play-by-play as the astronauts made ready their descent toward the lunar surface. We were all enthralled at the prospect of man landing on the moon.

Outside, the adult males stood in a small circle around their cars parked in front of their respective cabins in the campo and talked adult talk about how much their families picked today, what was coming tomorrow, and where they would travel at the end of the cherry season when the sour cherries trees had been plucked clean. These were the days before the tree-shaking automatic machines replaced agricultural labor. It had been a good year.

Then, as Cronkite and CBS switched to the NASA transmission from the lunar surface as Neil Armstrong (just a blurry, bouncy, bouncing image on the set), pronounced his famous words, "This is just one small...." Cronkite had to cut in and translate the staticky slurs pronounced some 250,000 miles away and finish the sentence.

We burst out in shouts and screams and ran out of the small cabin in celebration to the amazement of the adults gathered in front of the camp.

"Que tienen?" my father asked.

"La luna!" we replied. "El hombre llego a la luna!"

"The men looked up at the moon, bright and distant, in the sky.

To some of them, who had never finished elementary school and some who had spent their entire lives without getting a chance to get near one, our claims must have seemed ludicrous.

"Tan locos," they said turning back to subjects that really mattered.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's a unique talent, that ability to throw-in the appropriate Spanish at just the right place in a sentence. Your stuff's above the slop thrown out by other local bloggers, lad. They're boys in a man's game, pretenders all of them.

Anonymous said...

The moon, like most other places on earth, is a place we read about in fairy tales and is part of our reality. Ignorance and dumbing down of America means doom for our democracy and our future. Schools have become institutions to indoctrinate citizens regarding what is politically correct. We are "Brave New World" and "1984". Most don't fear government, they depend on government to save them from their own ignorance.

Anonymous said...

Juan, Juan, Juan, moon landing was a hoax! Never happened. Check it out online. Technology in 1969 was primitive, bro.

Anonymous said...

Anonymous at 11:01. You sound as intelligent as Diego Lee Rot. Go to rehab and get help.

I'm not a robot! said...

I remember that day very well. I was in Berrien Springs, Michigan harvesting strawberries, pickles, and peaches with my family.

We had the same small TV with a hangar as an aerial antenna.......how time flies.

Kids these days have no idea how easy they have it. We still have people who migrate up North but now it is to the Midwest to the meat processors and oil fracking.

Anonymous said...

Berrien Springs? Damn, I was next door near Eau Claire, picking pickles, cherry and also strawberries. Berrien Springs, was our Saturday visit to see the "Mexican" movies at their "cine". Man, to be young again and full of piss.

Anonymous said...

JM..Your calling is to be a story teller and chronicler of times and people gone by. You excel at these things.

When you devolve to La Raza politics and local political trivia, you truly suck.

Anonymous said...

What makes Montoya relevant in town is that he is La Raza and he has the history of walking with the oppressed. You want white milk, go read sad sack Jim Barton's milquetoast blog. Sigue con los ganchos al higado, Juan!

Anonymous said...


"What makes Montoya relevant in town is that he is La Raza and he has the history of walking with the oppressed. You want white milk, go read sad sack Jim Barton's milquetoast blog. Sigue con los ganchos al higado, Juan!"

Juvenile attacks, obscenities, now racism, Duardo? Honestly, you are simply lowlife vermin.

Anonymous said...

"What makes Montoya relevant in town is that he is La Raza and he has the history of walking with the oppressed. You want white milk, go read sad sack Jim Barton's milquetoast blog. Sigue con los ganchos al higado, Juan!"

Those days are long gone. All La Raza brought us was brown corruption. We are now being fucked by our own people. How is that progress?

Now we have Puto Castillo wanting to suck up to the Mayates.

rita