Spring

 

Story Summary:

 Storyteller Jim Stowell tells how an immigrant woman is faced with trials and hardships, and how she established a sense of pride and dignity for herself and her family.

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Discussion Questions:

  1. What is an “illegal immigrant?”
  2. Why is a first home a dream come true? How does owning a home possibly change a family? A community?
  3. What is the difference between hope and dignity? How are they the similar? How does “hope” and “dignity” show up in the story? In your life?

Resource:

  • Illegal People: How Globalization Creates Migration and Criminalizes Immigrants by David Bacon

Themes:

  •  Crossing Cultures
  • Education and Life Lessons
  • Family and Childhood
  • Housing
  • Immigration
  • Living and Traveling Abroad
  • Stereotypes and Discrimination

Full Transcript:

Hi, my name is Jim Stowell. And the story, “Spring,” is from an evening of stories I did entitled, “Joe,” that was produced by the great American history theater.

Spring. See a woman’s face. See her face. Hmm, late 30’s early 40’s, dark skin. At one point in her life, she was an immigrant. At one point in her life, she was an illegal immigrant. Oh, illegal immigrants much maligned these days.

See her face as she looks at her first house. She’s never owned a house before. She’s never owned anything like this before. See her face as she looks at her first house and you will see joy. A joy that’s so intense it makes her cry. Now watch, as she walks up to the front door of her house and the door opens and we see the empty rooms of the house. See her face as she sees her first home.

See her face and you will see pride. But this is not the kind of pride that goes before the fall. This is the kind of pride she has earned and has every right to. When she crossed the Rio Grande, she was carrying the baby and her husband helped with the two younger children. And they crossed from Mexico into Texas, and, somehow, they ended up in Minnesota. And then, alas, as too often happens, the husband was the one that had the most trouble making the adjustments and he started to drink. He became a drunk. This was not him in Mexico. And then, he started to hit her. And he beat her, and he threatened her, and he threatened the lives of her children.

She made another decision and she left. And she went from house to house, to keep her children safe. And she was desperately poor, living in an apartment with friends, selling tortillas. And one of her friends came to her and said, “You know, there’s this place in Minneapolis called, “Project for Pride and Living,” PPL, maybe you should go there because they have a job training program. She went. She took the program. And when it was over, the people at PPL said, “Well, you know, we don’t just train you how to work. We help you get a job. How can we help you?”

And she said, “I’m going to work here.”

And the people at PPL said, “We love that, we do. We like you. But we feel there’s no jobs there. So, how can we help you?”

And she said, “I’m going to work here. If you’re putting me out the front door, I’m coming in the back. If you put me out the back door, I’m coming in the front. I’m going to keep coming in the door until you finally hire me. Because I have to work here. Because I want to help other people the way you helped me.” They hired her as the receptionist.

Now I see her face as she sees her first home. Her first home as an American citizen. See her face and you will see pride.

Now hear the voices of her children as they run past her into the empty rooms of the house, filling the rooms with life. See the face of that little boy or that little girl as they look in their own room, now no longer sleeping three to a bed. They not only have their own bed, they have their own room. See that child’s face. You’ll see joy all right. Their own room, oh, you’ll see joy all right. But…You’ll see pride there as well.

Now see that woman’s face as she sees the look on her child’s face and, oh, you’ll see joy. A joy so intense…it makes her cry again. See her face as she sees the look on her child’s face.

See her face…and you’ll know what dignity looks like.

Three Sisters

 

Story Summary:

In 1988 Jim and his wife lived with a family in Nicaragua. Jim learned about gratitude by watching how a young girl appreciated a single piece of gum or a sheet of paper.

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Discussion Questions:

  1. Why do you think the storyteller felt like he had “never been in a room with more hope” in his life?
  2. Does hope play a role in your life? If yes, in what way? Have you ever felt hopeless? What or who can bring you out of hopeless feelings?
  3. Why are the little girl and her family so poor? What is going on in the country of Nicaragua at the time of this story?
  4. What is Iran-Contra?

Resource:

  • Art, Truth and Politics by Harold Pinter. A Nobel Prize in Literature lecture in which he explains the Sandinista revolution.

Themes:

  •  Crossing Cultures
  • Education and Life Lessons
  • European American/Whites
  • Family and Childhood
  • Latino American/Latinos
  • Living and Traveling Abroad

Full Transcript:

Hi, my name is Jim Stowell and the story of “Three Sisters” is from an evening of stories, entitled, “Talking Pictures,” which was produced by The Great American History Theater.

Three Sisters

In 1988, my wife, Jessica and I lived with a Canali family in León, Nicaragua. León, is, uh…in the northeast central part of the country and is the second largest city in Nicaragua. And when we were there, Nicaragua was very, very poor, rating only above Haiti. In the Canali family was Luis the father, Maria Elena the mother; she was a wonderful lady. They had three daughters, Gloria who was 15, Dominique who was 12, and Maria, named after her mother, was nine. And they all lived in a little cluster of houses called, “El Colectivo.” And every house was designed to look exactly the same. And they were all very small made out of gray brick with red tile roof and a red tile floor.

One day, at Maria’s school, they received a kind of care package from a religious organization in the United States and every child in school was getting something from the package. And Maria was given a single stick of Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit chewing gum. She raced home after school. I just happened to be sitting in the living room when she ran in and she saw me and she looked at me. She has this gorgeous smile and she opened the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers. This is the only piece of furniture like this in the house, and she shares this drawer with her two older sisters. And she pulled out a very precious possession, a plastic baggie that still seals. And then I watched as she pulled the chewing gum out of the little paper sleeve. And I watched as she very, very carefully unwrapped the tin foil from around the chewing gum, set the chewing gum aside and then she, kind of, straightened the tin foil out. And she took the side, the inside, the side that had been wrapped around the chewing gum and she put it right to her nose and gave this big sniff. SNIFF! Oh, I can see on her face that this was such a sugar rush for her. But she only sniffed once. And then I watched as she very, very carefully rewrapped the chewing gum in that tin foil, put it back on the little paper sleeve, put that in the plastic baggie, sealed the baggie and put that in the bottom drawer.

That evening, just before she went to bed, Luis and I were sitting in the living room talking and Maria came walking in. And she looked at her father; she looked at the drawer. She looked at her father; she looked at the drawer. She looked at her father; he started to laugh. “Ya, ya, si, si, si!” So she opened the drawer, she pulled out the baggie, opened it, and then she pulled the chewing gum out of the little paper sleeve. Very, very carefully unwrapped the chewing gum, set it aside, took the tin foil, SNIFF! Oh, such sweetness! This was for her, her bedtime snack. And then I watched as she very, very carefully, trying not to touch the tin foil too much, being very gentle, rewrap the chewing gum; put it back in the paper sleeve, put it in the baggie, in the drawer. The next day, she chewed that gum and she chewed it all day!

That evening, Jessica and I were sitting in the living room and, you know, this room is about 10 x 12. It’s not very big. And the three sisters were there in their school dresses, sitting on the floor. And Maria Elena was there and Luis. And they were sitting in chairs, helping their daughters with their homework. And they did all the homework with chalk on the red tile floor. And so they did all the figuring and re-spelling, things like, that on the floor. And then they take a wet cloth and wipe the floor. The floor was like this big Etch-A-Sketch because paper was so expensive and so hard to find only the answers could go down on paper.

So after all the homework was done, Maria opened the drawer, brought out the plastic baggie, inside was the tin foil. And I looked, and there was Gloria and Dominique, and they knew what the tin foil was. And they saw that tin foil and I knew that for them, this was gonna be a very sweet treat! So Maria handed the tin foil to her oldest sister, first. Gloria was so excited! She had this big smile on her face. And she gave a mighty sniff. SNIFF! But the tin foil was getting a little older now and a little looser. And so when she gave this sniff, part of it actually rattled at the bottom of her nose. Ra, ta, ta, ta, ta! And it was like it sounded like a window shade going around. Ra, ta, ta, ta, ta! And it tickled the bottom of her nose and she started to laugh. And Dominique, she took the tin foil and she gave a mighty sniff. And it did smell sweet but it tickled her nose and she started to laugh. And Maria took the tin foil and she sniffed. Ra, ta, ta, ta, ta! And then she started to laugh. And the three sisters put their arms around each other’s shoulders and they were sitting in this dim light on the red tile floor, in their white school dresses with the red sash and their long black hair laughing. It starts to rain, an instant tropical downpour… drumming on that red tile roof. And the sisters were laughing and their laughter rose up, rose up to meet, to mix, to dance, with the Nicaraguan night rain.