cultura mexicana

Good People | Buena Gente – Part One

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A very frequent colloqiualism I heard growing up in the Mexican community, was:

“El/Ella es buena gente.” Which basically translates to: “He/She is good people.”

I also read that “good people”is not proper English. It is considered Black Slang in A Dictionary of Afro-American Talk by Clarence Major 1971 1513N.

I recently celebrated my 35th birthday on February 13. I am so blessed that in these 35 years I have had the privilege to meet some really “buena gente”,”good people.”

The reason I first started my blog was because I lost the most “buena gente” person that I knew. My papi.He passed on to eternal glory in July of 2016.

He was truly “good people.” He was brave, intellectual, empathetic, resilient, kind, he had a sense of humor, and so many other things.

As I have previously written, I miss our candid talks the most. Towards the end of his life he was just too ill, to have one more talk with me.

And although I desperately wanted to ask him to, I refrained myself from doing so. He was suffering greatly and I didn’t want to be selfish.

I think that’s what I mourn the most. That I can never fill that void. That I can never talk to him again. I mean he can hear me, but I can’t hear him.

Maybe that’s why my blog is the prescription that I need to give me a little bit of pain relief.

He was the only one who would listen to me. I mean really listen to the words I was saying. Then he would THINK about his response.

He would give me sound, rational advice. He just always knew what to say. I never know what to say or how to say it, hence the reason I try to write it instead.

Now that my dad is gone my joy comes from meeting all the “good people” in the world that I come across.

It makes me happy when I meet someone (especially complete strangers) who are willing to chat up a storm about whatever strikes our fancy.

I love to see their raw emotions. I love to find a way to connect with them. I enjoy listening to them tell me their stories. And I get excited to share them with you.

I hope you continue to follow my blog because in part 2 of my “Good People” “Buena Gente” Blog Mini Series, I will be sharing with you the story about how I met the son of a Former NFL Hall of Fame’r who is the epitome of ” good people.”

This is one story you won’t want to miss.

I dedicate this mini series to my loving father. My hero. Jose Guadalupe Montalvo. You are greatly loved and missed Papi. I hope I make you proud. I love you! This February, this “love” month, I will share my love by telling the stories of these “good people” with the world. Even if I’m only reaching 60 people right now.

It is not what he has, nor even what he does, which directly expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.

-Henri Frederic Amiel

Grito Mexicano

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One of my favorite things to do is listen to rancheras y mariachi music y corridos y tu sabes…….todas las mas chingonas canciones Mexicana‘s.

It also brings back memories of my childhood when mi mamai escuchaba her favoritos grupos. I remember Los Temerarios, La Mafia, Vicente Fernandez, Yolanda Del Rio, y muchos mas, would be playing on any given morning.

Oh……and the smell of Pinesol! If the musica came on, that meant it was time to stop being a huevona and help mami clean the house.

Music is like a time machine…that only teleports you back to yesteryears. How I wish I could go back to when mi papi was alive. I really would love to see him happy again. And listening to his favorite corridos mas padres!

Some of you know what a Mexican grito is, but many of you may not know. Well I’m not really sure of a technical definition of it but I’ll try to explain it.

A grito is a “yell”,”scream”, or a “shout”that has to be belted out at the perfect time during a song that’s really captivating your entire soul and being.

It’s like the song has hypnotized you and you can feel multiple emotions throughout the song. Like feeling sadness, grief, aching, longing, longsuffering, pain, joy, happiness, valiant, strong, in love yet heartbroken, and more, all during the song.

The song is so powerful that it transcends the person listening and or singing. And I personally think it’s something every Mexican can do and that it was a gift given to us by our ancestors. No te creas! I don’t know…maybe I should go out and do a poll just to test my theory. But really, it’s not so hard, even los kids can do it.

I still listen to rancheras in the car with my own children. And I try to translate as much of the song as I can to my children.

I tell them about practicing their “gritos“, because this is tradition you know. And they must know, that the timing and execution of the grito is critical.

If you have never heard a grito you can search YouTube for some fun videos so you can witness the power of the grito.

So turn the musica on amigos y amigas. Let‘s pass down this valueable information to our hijas y hijos.