|Paul and I outside of our house|
in Downers Grove
At first I perceived that my host family in Guatemala lived in markedly deeper poverty than my family of origin. Our house was bigger. We had more furniture. We all had bedrooms, even if Paul and Nick shared. We had things like hot water and a functioning refrigerator and doors that closed - when there were doors. While my mother broke her back washing clothes in a wringer washer for years, she never had to scrub our clothes on a washboard outside before hanging them on the line.
|Rosario's shower and|
"cover" for shower faucet
Rosario, like my mother, controlled the finances. While my mother kept the cash in her purse, Rosario had a jar. Anyone who had income in Rosario's house, contributed to the household "account." All expenditures also went through Rosario. It was much the same at home, with Mom managing the checkbook and each of us, including Dad, asking for money as needed.
|Sheet draped furniture at Rosario's|
|Grandpa, Ida (Marilynn's Mom)|
Dad and Mom
On the normally sheet-draped couch
Poverty is poverty. Different but the same. People trying their very best to make it through life using everything at their disposal and surviving. Downers Grove. Xela. A three generation, female household or a two parent nuclear household. God present everywhere.