tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9367921.post454331820451416678..comments2024-03-26T09:40:00.710-06:00Comments on La Bloga: 9 benefits of gentrification for your barrio Contributing Bloguistas:http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054190814722049711noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9367921.post-89371996112924168902012-12-13T11:37:11.888-07:002012-12-13T11:37:11.888-07:00Rudy, this certainly brings back memories of my ow...Rudy, this certainly brings back memories of my own dusty, poor neighborhood when I was growing up in South Texas in a little town of 20K people. Few folks had grass in their yards, with no professional landscaping, no hired gardeners, lots of dust swirling on windy days (which was frequent), and a caliche street, with huge chunks of gravel. I was pretty grown by the time our street finally got paved in asphalt. The neighborhood now, more than 40 years later, still looks pretty much the same. Thanks for your good sense of humor!Thelma T. Reynahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06301689369632221130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9367921.post-89013499283473141042012-12-08T13:50:22.954-07:002012-12-08T13:50:22.954-07:00My childhood neighborhood was puro fenced-in dirt,...My childhood neighborhood was puro fenced-in dirt, except for the Benta's next door. They had the only manicured lawn for blocks around. Of course, our dogs preferred to poop there causing endless friction between them and my grandpa, who lived up front. Our house was in the back of the lot. He sat on his front porch every day in warm weather, smoking a pipe and talking to his parrot, but the problems with the Benta's continued. He ended up creating a barrier of found wood and metal between his yard and theirs so he wouldn't have to see them when they pulled into their driveway. Theirs was the only attempt at gentrification I remember. I hope they remember him and our dogs fondly.sandraramosobrianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08282144893143781702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9367921.post-65038286667083844652012-12-08T09:09:53.013-07:002012-12-08T09:09:53.013-07:00And here is is without the typo: Where I live we h...And here is is without the typo: Where I live we have a barrio with pretty gardens and shrines to the Virgen de Guadalupe a few blocks from a house with fake guard tower complete with a rifle-totting mannequin and an YOU CAN TAKE MY GUN WHEN YOU PREY IT FROM MY COLD, DEAD FINGERS sign. The gentry seem to afraid to come here, but the African immigrants like it. ¡Viva Arizona!ERNEST HOGANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16540897948215678872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9367921.post-54689155378145092752012-12-08T09:08:23.239-07:002012-12-08T09:08:23.239-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.ERNEST HOGANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16540897948215678872noreply@blogger.com