Category Archives: California

Profile of a South Coast Farmworker

The name has been changed in this story posted by the organization, Puente. When Pedro first arrived to the United States in 1983, he worked picking tomatoes in fields near Chula Vista, California. In those days, conditions for farmworkers were different and Pedro lived for months, along with other farmworkers, on the banks of a creek under a roof made ... Read More »

Lucila Ortiz

Lucila immigrated as an 11 year old when the family decided to join their father in the U.S. She recounts how a high school club she joined changed her life for the better. Read More »

Jeremy Barousse

Jeremy’s grandparents left home in Poland when the Nazis invaded.  His grandmother was only 16 when she made it to a refugee camp. In California they worked in the fields. Read More »

Yoriko Kishimoto

My father was an adventurous scientist and my mother was a modern mother in Japan. They brought our young family over to United States when I was a toddler in 1957 and then back again as a first grader in 1961. By age six, I had crossed the big Pacific Ocean by ship three times! I started elementary school here ... Read More »

Gelsimino Joe Tufo

My grandfather was born in Verbicaro, a small Southern Italian inland town in  Calabria, Italy. His passport says that he was born in 1892.     His family was quite poor working in the fields.   His mother collected spare coins in a handkerchief over the door sill until she had gathered enough to send her 17 year old son ... Read More »

Andrew Mellows’ land of opportunity

It was 1970, my education in electrical engineering was as complete as it was going to be and I had a junior engineer position in a small division of a large company in England. Engineering was poorly paid and my prospects were abysmal. An opportunity arose to volunteer in a small school for American children in Mexico with the promise ... Read More »

Julio Navarrete

  “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” The plaque at the base of the statue of liberty reminds us what this country stands for. As an eight-year-old crossing the border, I ... Read More »

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