My Uncle Rubens House :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Uncle Rubens HouseMost people cant locate Galveston, Texas, on a map, and those who can think of a dirty beach and Dr. genus Capsicums national headquarters. You could ask a thousand people, and almost no(prenominal) of them would be able to find something special ab extinct G-Town, but I can. Galveston is the home of 156 of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. There was a rumor going around G-town that bothone with a Mexican background was related to the Morenos. I dog-tired three weeks every summer, along with Christmas and spring break, at my Uncle Rubens house in Galveston. I heard stories all the time about the first encounter I had with him and his house. I was 18 months old when I took my first trip out of New York. As soon as I stepped in the limen of my uncles dickens-story home, covered by chipped third estate paint, my mothers octet sisters surrounded me, along with her mother, her 18 first cousins, 10 second cousins, and her two aunts, and the most important man in h er life, her uncle Ruben. He was the first soul to hold me, and legend has it that he nicknamed me Seesaw because my head was huge and it would piddle away me sway left to right, causing me to fall every so often.My Uncle Ruben spent 26 years working two full-time jobs. During the day he worked as a longshoreman, unloading heavy crates from the banana boats. At darkness he did maintenance work the local gas company. He support 12 kids, eight of whom were his and the rest nephews and nieces, including my mother. My uncle used to say that it didnt involvement if you were his daughter, his cousin, or his niece, if you were family it was all the same.My uncles house sits on the edge of a working-class Mexican neighborhood six blocks away from the beach. In Galveston, the sparing differences from neighborhood to neighborhood ar extreme. On one side of the island thither are huge Victorian mansions separated by big green lawns and perfectly paved driveways. My uncles house is not on e of those houses it is attach by a chained-link fence and a dried-out bed of flowers. When flavour at the house from the outside, it is hard to tell what kind of family lives there. There are no flags hanging from the windows, but there are toys in the reckon yard.