El Barrio

In pre 1950 or before the freeway what we call the Interstate now, people would be asked where do you live? And they would answer Los Courts or el barrio de las avejas. At that time people. Especially those living in the predominant west side would list their neighborhood or “el barrio” as their residential area.

As I can recall, I lived with my grandmother Reynosa’s family on Vera Cruz St close to the Wesley Community Center. So it was called el barrio del Wesley. Everybody who lived there knew everybody’ business because we were living right next to each other. The walls were thin so you could hear their conversation or fights. During those times, the streets were not paved. The alleyway had a set of ‘houses” on the left and another set on the right. They were all connected to each other sort of a continuous duplex with a small front porch.

Most of the families living in the barrios were family members who emigrated from Mexico with very little money. The landlords built those shanty’s to accommodate the increasing number of immigrants. In my family’s case, when I started to live with my mother, (that’s another story) we lived in el barrio de las avejas or Don Chencho. It was called that because the houses look like bee hives which were all in line. Almost all of my father’s family lived next to each other except for Uncle Mayo and his wife who lived In El Modelo, another barrio. El Modelo was what the name indicated. It was a model of what the barrios were supposed to be. An alley which was paved with concrete and space for parking your car if you had one.

Most of the time the people, who rented the places, made their houses looked nice and clean. They even planted flowers in front and back. Even if we had a front yard which was all dirt, my mother had us sweep the dirt and rake the dirt with lines so it would look nice. My grandmother Romana also raised chickens. There weren’t that many dogs because that was just one more to feed. However, my grandmother always sent me to the feed store to buy chicken feed and corn. The corn was for the rooster to breed more chickens. Some people planted their own food where they could.

In most barrios the people had to share the water. They would go to where the spigots was to take water home in a porcelain bucket for drinking and there was always a community washing clothes area where women would gather at different times to wash their clothes. Also, there were shower and community toilets with the people having a key to a particular toilet which they had to share with the rest of the community.

People who lived in the in the Wesley area were warned early that they had to move from their house because the owners were being forced to vacate due to the freeway being built. Way before the freeway, my grandfather bought a house on Fiesta Alley off Vera Cruz St.  which was in another barrio. The difference was everybody own their own home.

Depending which barrio people lived would depend if they had access to the essentials of living. For example; if you lived in the courts, you had running water, and bedrooms for everybody. Each room had electricity for lights. In comparison, in other barrio there was no electricity. You had to have lights from kerosene lamps where you could get kerosene from the Mom and Pop store near you. Heat was from the potbellied stove where you would get the burning coal in a pan and place it in the middle of the room. When electricity did come, it was a one line cord which went to each house for one light bulb. No plugs. No air condition in the summer. At night everybody would sleep on the floor nearest the door to get the evening breeze or they slept outside on the porch if they had one. My grandmother made us all sleep outside in the backyard on an old bed with no mattress. If it rained, we covered up with a tarp until it stopped.

Our entertainment was the television at night and games during the day. Sports were played in the street with a makeshift ball. Basketball was played on a wooden backboard with a barrel ring as a hoop. After school most of the kids played in front or backyard. At night, if someone had a television, we would sit outside and the neighbor would turn the TV out toward the window so we could see the shows.

Regardless if you were renting or owning your own home, people were living in a barrio or a neighborhood which helped each other sort of like a neighborhood watch. When children left home there was always someone looking out after them. If they misbehave, their parents would know about it before they got home. Birthday parties were celebrated with the neighbors being invited and all the families would participate in Christmas Posadas. Traditions would be passed on to the younger generation and when they had their own homes they would celebrate just like they did when they lived in the barrio.

WORKING AT LANIER

When I started to work in the San Antonio School District, I was assigned to Brackenridge High School to counsel the freshmen and sophomore classes. Also I was supposed to have group sessions with the 5th graders at the elementary schools that feed the middle schools in the east side of San Antonio. Later I was assigned to JT Brackenridge to work with the parents and create a parent group which would help the principal and the school.

In 1998 I was scheduled to be assigned to Smith Elementary School and on the day I was supposed to report to Smith, I got a call from Peggy Starck, the principal of Lanier High School. She said that I will be reporting to Lanier instead. This was a staff work day to introduce the new teachers and counselors/ social worker, who were new to Lanier.

Half way during the sessions, I was called out because one of the teachers who was not attending the session was contemplating suicide. I and one of the school police assigned to the school had to leave and go to his house to talk him out of it. We spent hours just talking and finally we convinced him not to hurt himself. The next school day, he came in like nothing happened. I asked myself, am I that good?

That first year, I met Abraham Rodriguez, who had been there for a while. I remember Abe when we were  students at Lanier.  I had an office all to myself next to the clinic and security. This was fortunate because I would do a lot of business with the school nurse and the police. If it wasn’t drug abuse it would be school fights. I would be asked to mediate between the fighters, counsel the addicts, meet with the parents and refer them to resources. The hardest part was trying to get a student out of class for counseling. On the other hand, some teachers welcome me to get a trouble maker or those student who wouldn’t cooperate in the class. I was constantly being asked by certain teachers to make presentations on different life topics.

The counselors had their share of counseling students about their classes, whether they’re failing or need to get scholarship information. I was brought in to make home visits to counsel parents about student attendance, drop outs and consequences of their action. I went to court every week to testify for them and sometimes against them.

I was made part of the administrative staff which meant that I was on lunch duty. I didn’t complain because my contract stated “and any other duties assigned by the principal”. I had to also watch the students after school to make sure they all left the campus. This was always a problem because a lot of the students didn’t want to leave the school. This was the only time they could meet with their friends before they went home. I empathize with them because I remember how I felt when I was in school. The difference was that we were fenced in then, and today, it’s an open school.

I stayed at Lanier for seven years. During that time we had a change of principals after Ms. Starck left for another position in the district. The vice principals of which we had three were always calling on me to help with Special Ed students. Specifically when the parents didn’t want their child to be “evaluated” for special Ed programs. So, I did have a special relationship with all of them. One of them who came back as principal after he earned his doctorate.

The new principal, Mr. Del Toro, changed a few things. He put the v-principals upstairs instead of near the main office so they could be closer to the students in their grade level. I was left in my office along with school police and the nurse.

In my last school year, 2003-2004 I started having problems with my arthritic knees and I couldn’t move fast enough and it hurt going up and down the second floor steps. So, that year I told them that I was planning to retire in June 2004. It had been a wonderful and memorable opportunity to return to my alma mater to work with the students. Each year at graduation I was able to march in the Municipal Auditorium wearing my vestments and colors of my profession and watch the students that I had helped in some way to graduate. I am very proud of my time at Lanier.