El Salvador Heritage
It's sad to say, but sometimes I guess I have an inferiority complex. It's not because I'm short (let's just say my stature is Alice B. Toklas-esque
),
but more because of the size of my native country, El Salvador.
Don't get me wrong, I'm proud to be Salvadoran. My country is beautiful
, with black sand beaches, waterfalls, great weather. And we make some delicious food
. But when your nickname is El Pulgarcito de America ("The Little Thumb of America"), that's got to have an effect. At only 8400 square miles – about the size of Massachusetts – El Salvador is the smallest country in America
and one of the smallest in the world.
With the arrival of Hispanic Heritage Month
, I've been thinking more about my family's heritage. Thinking about my life back in El Salvador, I asked my mom, "Why do I remember coffee beans when I think of my grandpa?"
My grandparents lived in the country and earned a living by selling fireworks
. Fireworks are a very important part of any type of celebration in El Salvador. But on the side, my grandpa sold coffee from trees that grew on his property. Grandpa's parents were coffee growers
, and these trees were the remnants of the labor and subsistence of preceding generations. I wish I could travel back in time to experience my great-grandparents' lives, which were so very different from mine.
Though I'm disconnected from the world they lived in, I realized this month that working with Wells Fargo's history lets me make connections with this past – connections which bring a smile to face. During the 1890s, the British built rail lines in El Salvador
to transport coffee across the country. Wells Fargo used these railroads as the infrastructure for its express business in the country. By 1916, Wells Fargo offices had appeared on most of the rail lines in El Salvador. I imagine my great-grandparents beginning their lives as coffee growers right about that time. I wonder: Did Wells Fargo express their coffee at some point?
Now I believe the name Pulgarcito is quite apt for my country. Anyone familiar with the tale of Tom Thumb
understands Pulgarcito. Though tiny, he was smart, prudent, sly, and "all he did prospered." El Salvador was not overlooked by important businesses of the time such as Wells Fargo, and it produced the family I'm happy to be a part of.
El Salvador definitely has something in common with its tiny namesake.




Comments
Congratulations Ileanita! This is spectacular! I'm super duper proud to be from el pulgarcito, because although we may be small, we have what is possibly the greatest heart and determination to overcome any obstacles. This is best manifested by how you managed to set your writing fears aside to conceive such an awesome piece about our marvelous El Salvador. Once again, Congratulations! Excellent work...and Thank You!
Posted by: Karlita | September 18, 2007 02:00 PM
Good Job! It is always interesting to read and learn about those small historical connections that you did not know existed. Very well written.
Posted by: Marvin | September 19, 2007 10:39 PM
Thanks, Karlita. Our soccer team might not reach the world cup very often, but we are awesome :)
Posted by: Ileana Bonilla | September 20, 2007 09:52 AM
Thanks, Marvin. I agree, I love exploring these little connections in history. Now, if I could only find that info. that proves I'm related to Simon Bolivar...
Posted by: Ileana Bonilla | September 20, 2007 10:02 AM
Great piece! Is your family still in the fireworks or coffee business?
Posted by: pandiux | September 20, 2007 02:57 PM
Thanks, Pandiux. I don't think my family's in the coffee business anymore, but my grandpa still makes fireworks for a living. I'm sure his house still smells like gunpowder, just like I remember.
Posted by: Ileana Bonilla | October 2, 2007 09:41 AM
In German it exists an expression: Kleine Ursache, große Wirkung. I think in English it`s like: Great events often come from little causes. Or sometimes from short persons...
Posted by: Stephan | November 1, 2007 02:31 AM
I love that expression, Stephan. Thanks for sharing it! If only I knew how to pronounce it in German, then I'd really impress people at dinner parties.
Posted by: Ileana Bonilla | November 1, 2007 12:01 PM