Personal Narrative: My Heritage And Identity

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When I was 10 years old, on Thanksgiving Day, we had a cow’s head instead of a turkey. This took place at my aunt Marci’s house. The whole family was scattered in the living room and kitchen. We were all waiting for the head to finish cooking so we could start eating. Finally, it was time for dinner. I was amused and creeped out from seeing the cow’s head. Then, everybody was cutting off the meat. My uncle Damián grabbed the eyes, and my aunts ate the face by making tacos out if it. It was like I was the only one that felt awkward by this. I noticed how everyone was having a good time eating cow head tacos and how comfortable it is to be around each other. I had that feeling of unity and confidence. Thus, I had cow tongue and cheek tacos with …show more content…
My grandpa Polo was a mariachi singer and he left his sombrero with my family. The sombrero is authentic and weaved. It was well taken care of because these types of sombreros are expensive (not like those stereotypical ones you see at a gift shop). My Grandpa must have bought it back in the 50s or 60s. The rim of the sombrero is burnt sienna with dessert sand zig zags and the rest of the sombrero was dessert sand. This specific sombrero connects to my Mexican family heritage because as a family we're known to have “Blood of Music.” It's common that most of my family members (cousins, aunts, and uncles) has some sort of musical aspects from trumpet playing to theatre to singing. The sombrero connects to me as a person because it gives me confidence in who I am and where I come from. It's a piece from my Grandpa Polo whom I look up to very much. The sombrero is my inspiration to achieve in what I want to be as a person. My Grandpa Polo touched many lives before his sunset. He was very optimistic, and confident. Which is why Apolinar Mendoza Diaz’s sombrero is very important to my heritage and