Lifestory Lessons from Luis Alberto Urrea and Thrity Umrigar

Wow, was I excited to attend author events with Thrity Umrigar and Luis Alberto Urrea one day after another the other week. Luis is author of one of my favorite novels, The Hummingbird’s Daughter, a historical fiction “dramascape” set in Mexico that imagines the life of his great aunt Teresa Urrea, “the Saint of Cabora,” who had quite the colorful life, documented in news clippings. Queen of America is the sequel, where Teresa has been exiled to the U.S. and must learn to adapt from the free range of Mexico to the confines of civilized American society of the early 1900s. Thrity Umrigar, whom I just discovered, has written a number of books set in her hometown of Bombay (Mumbai), India.

As documented in his memoir, Nobody’s Son: Notes From an American Life, Luis’s scaryNobody's Son by Luis Urrea Tia Flaca (Aunt Skinny) was the one who passed on stories of Aunt Teresita, the Mexican Indian healer and arbiter for social justice. Tia Flaca, chain-smoking and blind in one eye, squinting as she told the stories she knew. Luis didn’t really take them to heart until a professor showed him a book that mentioned the (in)famous Teresa Urrea. Off he went to do research for ten years to create the magnificent The Hummingbird’s Daughter, which brings Teresa to life the way a nonfiction biography could never do. If you are unsure whether you have enough information to create a memoir or ghostwrite one for a family member, or think you may not have a strong enough story to hold interest as a nonfiction memoir, Writer’s Digest posted Ten Ways to Tell if Your Story Should be a Memoir or a Novel.

Luis Urrea has also written nonfiction about his experiences with poverty along the Mexican-U.S. border. By the Lake of Sleeping Children documents his time helping an orphanage in Tijuana and seeing a community of poor finding food by picking through a huge dump nearby. This is a series of vignettes, and rough—one in particular that turned my stomach. Across the Wire: Life and Hard Times on the Mexican Border was written so Americans could understand the desperation that cause some to risk their lives to come here. He admits that times have changed a bit since the writing of that book as the “narcos” have taken over. The purpose of Luis Urrea’s nonfiction is to draw attention to the plight of poor Mexicans, hoping that stories of real people suffering will bring some degree of empathy to replace disgust, intolerance, and even hate for those who break immigration laws. And, of course, to tell a good story to retain interest.

First Darling of the MorningThrity Umrigar, on the other hand, means to tell good stories that just happen to involve Indian history and culture. While she has written a memoir, First Darling of the Morning, which details her rebellious childhood in a minority, middle-class, Westernized family in Mumbai, the rest of her books are novels, and she says she does not put herself into any of the characters. That said, she discovered that the “middle class all around the world has a lot in common,” and believes everyone feels a need “to tell story, to be a part of story, to recognize your own story in that of others’.” Just as Luis Urrea found after writing his stories of the border that little Yacqui Indian kids in Tucson were so happy someone had bothered to write about their culture. Just as you may find when you write your memoir that someone out there needs and wants to hear your stories because they identify with them.

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Alzheimer Effects, a caregiver’s perspective

My mother was unable to eat dinner tonight. She has Alzheimer’s so it can be difficult to communicate and determine exactly what’s going on with her and when it started. Usually she doesn’t even know to tell anyone when she is cold and needs a shawl, but tonight she obviously had an upset stomach. She was put to bed early, with the hope she will feel better tomorrow. I went home and downloaded Margaret Ann Brown’s new Kindle e-book, Alzheimer Effects, a Caregiver’s Perspective. I don’t have a Kindle, but downloaded the Kindle app to my laptop and got the pdf e-book version. The Kindle app basically gives you a Kindle! Well, almost.

Margaret spent some time as a private caregiver for a number of clients with Alzheimer’s. While not a memoir, Alzheimer Effects is a type of lifewriting, giving short synopses of personal experiences caring for clients. Each little section on a client is followed by Margaret’s thoughts in prose-poetry form. At the very end is a list of suggestions that might help an Alzheimer patient remain in their home longer. I, myself, have tried most of them on my mother before having to take her to a nursing home to be watched around the clock.

Alzheimer’s is a very frustrating and confusing disease with varying symptoms and expressions that can change in a day. It took a class given by the Alzheimer’s Association for me to understand what in the world was going on with my mom. Even the experts cannot tell you much about the course of the disease because symptoms and stages are different with each person. Margaret felt a passion to write this short booklet to help others see what happens not just in one case, but several.

Alzheimer’s Effects is not a field guide to Alzheimer’s, rather a miniature window to understanding for those just beginning that journey. It is written in a homey style and with love. Anger, frustration and guilt can be alleviated a bit by knowledge, and Margaret provides us with a glimpse of what the future holds. Not pretty, but necessary.

Alzheimer Effects is downloadable for free until January 12.

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Soba noodles for new year

I guess I’m getting carried away with the good luck foods to start the new year off right. Last night I had soba noodles while the rest of the crew asked for udon. But udon is kind of a fat noodle, I warned. But, they’re long, said the daughter. We’ll see who has better luck this year.

Long and thin for long life of moderation

Soba broth is made of water, enough soy to turn it dark brown, a shot of mirin cooking wine, a good pinch of hon dashi (granules or flakes of fish-flavor), and a bit of sugar to taste. Place noodles in just-boiling broth, turn to simmer. Add carrot slices and cook until noodles are near done (about 5 minutes). Then throw in bok choy or fresh spinach leaves, shitake mushroom, green onion slices, tofu, whatever. I drain the broth out, but you can eat as soup, too. Udon noodles are cooked the same way but always eaten in broth. I suppose you could use a bit of vegetable or chicken broth instead of hon dashi, but just enough for a bit of flavor. I often put slices of chicken simmered in water, soy, garlic and ginger on top of the noodles.

Udon soup with chicken

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New Year good luck foods

New Year’s Day is waning and we’ve eaten almost all of the traditional good luck foods I planned to serve. Only the herring left. Do you have good luck traditions to celebrate the new year?

My family is of mixed heritage, and on the Japanese side, New Year’s Day is a big deal – the biggest holiday of the Japanese year. At my house we must eat mochi rice cakes, which are not cakes at all but mashed up Japanese sticky rice made into patties which are then grilled or put into soup. So gooey you must be careful not to choke. I buy ours from one of our local international grocery stores, and this year they were pretty fresh! If you’re lucky enough to have a mochi-maker or a friend with one, freshly-made mochi is even more gooey and can immediately be coated in a mix of soy bean flour and a little sugar or just dipped in soy sauce and wrapped in a bit of seaweed as I do with the storebought kind that I grill over a stove eye. Mochi can also be made into desserts, but I’m used to the plain kind for new year. Traditional mochi making is pretty fun to watch!

Another Japanese food tradition for the new year is eating soba noodles, which are long and thin like spaghetti noodles. The kind made of buckwheat is preferable. Long, thin noodles symbolize long life of moderation. No short, fat noodles!

The other half of me is Dutch, so we usually have a jar of pickled herring around to celebrate my dad’s heritage of new year good luck. You can see that we have to space out these eating traditions!

The American tradition in the South, where my husband’s family is from, is to eat peas, or rather any kind of cooked hard bean.  While I don’t think my mother-in-law follows that tradition, sometimes I’ll make Hoppin’ John with black-eyed peas as I did today, or perhaps red beans and rice.

Whether these traditions work or not to bring good luck isn’t really the point. It’s the fun of following tradition, pretending, and good eating. Wishing you all a very happy and healthy new year!





Mochi

one package white mochi cakes*
soy sauce
sheet of nori* (black seaweed used in sushi)

Spray a small rack with spray-type cooking oil. Place on a stove eye and turn heat to low. Place mochi cakes on the rack, leaving space between to expand. Slowly grill, turning over to cook both sides. Cakes are done when they puff up (often the inner rice will explode outwards). Place each mochi on a small plate of soy sauce, coat both sides with soy. Use scissors to cut a small rectangle of seaweed to fit around the mochi, coating the seaweed piece on both sides with soy sauce before wrapping around the mochi. Place the mochi on a clean plate for serving. Have extra soy on hand and chew carefully – small children and the very elderly should not eat mochi, nor should anyone with dentures!
*purchase from international or Asian grocers

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Christmas traditions, and who will make the eggnog cookies

Sitting here nibbling eggnog butter cookies and sipping lactose-free eggnog, I’m thinking about Christmas traditions. I talk a lot about family traditions, but this year I’m wondering about my own family traditions. The girls are so big now, the oldest in her fourth year of college in another state, the youngest in first year high school. Nobody was too interested in helping get the live Christmas tree, although they wouldn’t let me get the Charlie Brown tree at Walgreens. Nobody wanted to decorate the tree so it sat naked for a week before I put lights on it. I decorated it a few days before Christmas with only a half box out of the three boxes of ornaments we have while keeping an eye on the Mizzou-Illini basketball game (Illinois put up a good fight!). No garland, no lit star on top. The kids were happy (although I was asked to fetch the star), the husband said he appreciated it. Me, I feel like the Little Red Hen who gets no help making bread but everybody wants to eat it. What happened to us?

In the good ol’ days, when the girls were little, they loved to help bake and decorate cookies, they insisted on a live tree and helped pick it out and decorate it. Then they got older. This year the youngest had to study for finals and is too busy with her social life, and the oldest is worn out from studying for exams and just wants to sleep a lot and see her hometown friends when she’s awake. We’re in a mid-life crisis of sorts, and it doesn’t help that I’m a little worn out from doing some big home maintenance projects and the husband had to deal with some issues at work.


I’m not worried about the Christmas tree problem, but I’m here at the computer, eggnog cookie in hand, wondering if my kids will grow up to make these cookies like their mother and grandmother did. I don’t think they have ever been that fond of the cookies, but using the cookie cutters and decorating with colored sugars and silver dragees sure was fun. When I was little I thought the same. As an adult who doesn’t like too-sweet treats, I now love those cookies and the memories they bring of my mother rolling and cutting and my sister and I sprinkling sugars.

I hope the kids come to appreciate eggnog cookies and continue the tradition of making them for Christmas when they are grown and living on their own. When I am old and gray (older and grayer) and no longer strong enough to stir the thick dough, I will expect to receive a plate of those cookies. And some rumballs, please.

And now, it’s time to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, which the kids don’t appreciate either.

PS: Eggnog butter cookie dough has no raw eggs in it, therefore is fine (and delicious) to eat raw.

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