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Selected Writings & Artwork by Harriett Copeland Lillard
Selected Writings & Artwork by Harriett Copeland Lillard
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Mexico<br />
I wonder in my motherly way if he is getting enough to eat himself – if those pants he wears gathered around his thin waist tied with a rope are the<br />
result of hunger or simply a hand-me-down from an older brother. I wonder how much of life he knows too soon in the tiny house where he lives<br />
with a mother and uncounted brothers and sisters, what the soft brown eyes hide about the hardness of life, what resentment stands behind the<br />
deferential manner and voice? Does he go to school, does he dream, does he hope? Will life be good for this small brown, barefooted<br />
entrepreneur?<br />
The ceviche is passed around on a hard flat tortilla for the “prueba” – everyone agrees that it will do. Relief shows in the brown eyes and now<br />
comes the final negotiations – the price. Nothing is ever set, but fluctuates daily in relationship to the price of fish. Today the negotiator is<br />
scrutinizing the ratio of incongruous ingredients. There are more carrots and less fish than yesterday, so the price should be lower. The boy<br />
dismisses saying that it is indeed the same. The discussion seems interminable, but a price is finally reached; lower than he had asked, but higher<br />
than first offered. Next arrives the “pico de gallo” – cucumbers, pineapple, oranges, apples, watermelon, cantaloupe, all chopped and diced<br />
together, sprinkled with salt and left to make its own juice. We dive in with sandy fingers, each after our favorite morsels. Sand begins to collect in<br />
the juice at the bottom of the bowl. It is not a problem worthy of discussion.<br />
Long minutes slide into hours. Fragmented thoughts and bits of conversation float in and out of consciousness. Nothing is sustained for any long<br />
period of time – we just drift. There are no plans, no organization, no attempt to schedule – the day just happens, one thing flowing into the next.<br />
This is Mexico.<br />
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