
(A-44) Status: Not Sponsored
Needs: food, medicine, mattress, water filter, table, chairs
UPDATE Dec 11, 2012: Juana needs medical care
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For more stories and photos of the ancianos in the Feeding Program, please consider purchasing a book compiled of our participants. All profits go to the Elderly. You can preview the book here.
Juana begins to cry. Her spouse, to whom she’s been
married 55 years, is away trying to find work as a day-laborer, the work he’s
done all his life.
It is the work of a younger man. She had done it too. She says there were no buses, no trucks then. They walked
for days to coffee farms that needed to be harvested. During a portion of the
year they walked to the coast—a distance of 100-150 km, depending, as the crow
flies—to work seasonally in the fields. They never went to school.
She was used to carrying heavy loads on her back or
head. Juana's toenails curl like snails embedded in her feet, which look wooden for how hard and dusty they are. Her arm does not leave from where it covers her face as she tells us how the light hurts to look at, and she does not move, since that hurts too.
Her daughter, who sits behind us on another bed, stays home to care for her mother. She talks
through her like a ventriloquist, telling us of her mother’s pain: she
hurts here and here, she explains as Juana combs her side.
The daughter is one of three
remaining children. Three others had died as kids. Because their parents could
not pay for a doctor, she says, they tried to cure sicknesses with herbs or
other remedies. Sometimes it worked.
We can’t leave her alone, repeats the daughter. They have very little: the two mattressless beds,
collections of photographs of family hanging on mud walls—light and air intruding where the ceiling doesn’t meet them—and a kitchen separated by tin sheets.
The
daughter is quick to dismiss the kitchen as being hers, as if the rubble of
tortillas on the stove and its tenants of flies belong to no one. A bathroom
exists somewhere, shared by others in the compound. There is no table, no
chairs, no water filter. A large bowl of milled maize sits on the floor
uncovered.
To help Juana and her daughter with these needs, please go to www.mayanfamilies.org/donatenow.
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