Migrants in the city.
Phoenix is an incredibly culturally
enriched city. Being so close to Mexico, it is easy to
find many places where America ends and Mexico begins. I
like to call these faux borders. They are all over the
Phoenix area. The faux border I wish to discuss is the
one I grew up in. This is Guadalupe. Here, just south of
Tempe, Mexico comes alive. This small area is filled
with Mexican heritage. My elementary school,
Conquistador lies in the center of this area. I grew up
surrounded by Spanish speakers, and became aware of many
Chicano festivities. My favorite is El Dia De Los
Muertos, the day of the dead. On this day, the souls of
the dearly departed are welcomed back with music, gifts,
and many other honors. I like this Chicano celebration
the most because it celebrates the dead rather than
mourning.
Mary Jane Gagnier Mendoza © 2001
