My Uncle Rubens House :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Uncle Rubens HouseMost people cant locate Galveston, Texas, on a map, and those who can hark back of a dirty beach and Dr. Peppers national headquarters. You could ask a thousand people, and al virtually none of them would be able to find something circumscribed about G-Town, but I can. Galveston is the home of 156 of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. There was a rumor going around G-town that everyone with a Mexican background was related to the Morenos. I pass three weeks every summer, along with Christmas and spring break, at my Uncle Rubens house in Galveston. I heard stories all the time about the first brushing I had with him and his house. I was 18 months old when I took my first trip out of New York. As soon as I stepped in the introduction of my uncles two-story home, covered by chipped green paint, my mothers eight sisters surrounded me, along with her mother, her 18 first cousins, 10 second cousins, and her two aunts, and the most important man in her life, her uncle R uben. He was the first person to hold me, and legend has it that he nicknamed me Seesaw because my head was huge and it would make me sway leave to right, causing me to fall every so often.My Uncle Ruben spent 26 years working two full-time jobs. During the day he worked as a longshoreman, unload heavy crates from the banana boats. At night he did maintenance work the local gas company. He supported 12 kids, eight of whom were his and the rest nephews and nieces, including my mother. My uncle utilise to say that it didnt matter if you were his daughter, his cousin, or his niece, if you were family it was all the same.My uncles house sits on the edge of a working-class Mexican neighborhood six blocks by from the beach. In Galveston, the economic differences from neighborhood to neighborhood are extreme. On one side of the island there are huge Victorian mansions separated by spoiled green lawns and perfectly paved driveways. My uncles house is not one of those houses it is marke d by a chained-link fence and a dried-out bed of flowers. When spirit at the house from the outside, it is hard to tell what kind of family lives there. There are no flags hanging from the windows, but there are toys in the front yard.