"Voices" are brief capsules collected during our fieldwork among descendants of Spanish immigrants in the US.
"It was uh, a, a afternoon in July, like mid-July, here in Florida very hot. Uh, I, I was at a point in my life where, where I was no longer a mother and no longer a caregiver, and found myself with free time on my hands, and I was kind of looking for what I was going to do next, with the rest of my life. And, uh, I thought about playing the piano, you know, just things like that, you know. And, I was paying bills, and I came across the bill for the storage unit, and it just dawned on me that I didn’t know what I was paying for. So, I got in the car, it was very hot, and went down to the storage unit and opened it up, and just started digging through it, and, in the middle of storage unit, kind of like in the very middle, you know, hidden from everything else, I found boxes of photographs and, uh, books, all in Spanish, and, uh, my grandparent’s immigration papers, and old home movies, and, and I couldn’t read, I couldn’t read the papers, and I thought, this is my parent’s first language, I should be able to read this. And, um, you know, my mother, uh, she majored in, uh, Spanish literature, and how could I not be familiar with these books that were there? And, so, uh, I, I must have spent several hours there, just absorbed in everything, and I just decided that, you know, I had room here, so I was just going to bring it all home. And, uh, I decided that I was going to take Spanish classes, and two weeks later I found a Spanish class, and, uh, went to write the first tuition check, and it was 128 dollars a month, the same as the amount that I was, that I had been paying for the storage unit. And, from there, one thing led to another; I was gradually able to read the letters that I had found, and the documents, and I started searching the internet and found a cousin in Spain."