



When I got to Memphis, the first stop (after settling in) was a popular restaurant founded in Memphis in 1970, Huey’s. Not knowing the history, I ordered a Tea and Salad. This is how the conversation went between the Memphians (including the waiter) and I.
Ashley and Sister Dannise: You are going to want to order a burger
Ardas: And fries
Me: I just want salad…and water.
Waiter: Welcome to Huey’s! What will you like to have?
Me: What salad’s do you suggest?
Waiter: Well, I haven’t had any but they say that the –
Me: I will take the Spinach Salad and a glass of water.
Waiter: Is that all you want?
Me: How much Salad do I get?
Waiter: A lot but, you don’t want to try a burger?
Everyone at the table is now quite. I can sense little Ardas shaking his head.
Me: Okay, I’ll get a burger! What kind should I get?
Waiter: Well, we have the world famous Huey’s burger, the smokey melt burger, the west cost burger, the sunshine burger-
Me: What is the sunshine burger?
Waiter: It’s served with cheddar cheese, grilled mushrooms, and topped with an over-medium fried egg and crispy bacon
Me: That sounds good. I’ll take it.
Waiter: you want your yoke running or a scrambled egg?
Ashley: Choose scrambled, the running yoke gets messy.
Me: scrambled.
The burger was enjoyable but I did not eat all of it…this was the conversation that happened when I didn’t finish it:
Ashley: Me and my mom are very frugal… so finish it or save it.
Me: I’ll save it.
By the time we got home, I forgot about the less than half of burger sitting on the dashboard and it stayed in the car for two nights! It eventually went in the trash…but now that Huey’s is a thousand miles away, I wouldn’t mind having another burger.


Last Sunday, my brother friends took him up on his invitation to church.
Little did they know that that night they will have to fix a flat on the mini volkswagen they were riding around in.
My close friend Stacy shared with me that her Grandma who was born November 16, 1918 gets lonely sometimes. Stacy and I always go out but this time, I asked her if we could spend time with Abuela Ana.
It turns out everyone liked the idea! Especially Abuela Ana.
It did not cross my mind that there would probably be a language barrier.
With the little bit of Spanish that I knew, I founded out that she came to America in 1973 and when she got here she never really ventured into the real world. She was a stay at home mother. She had 10 children before she came here and her baby (Ms. Hilda, pictured) was only in her teens. No one was born in the U.S.
She likes to cook but doesn’t do much of it anymore.
She arrived to America because of her son, Uncle Metro (also pictured) got here first and paved the way for the rest of the family. When she came to America she did not like it. As a matter of fact, she always wanted to go back home to live but stayed here to tend to her family. She sacrificed her life so that her children and husband could live happily.
Her husband passed away in 2009. He was a hard working man. Running bodegas to keep the family afloat.
Ms. Hilda cooked a lovely meal for the event and Johnny, the dog was very respectful until we got to the table.
I left full and happy. Now time to brush up on my Spanish.
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