Finding the Fountain of Youth and Stories
Delia, Aldo, and daughter María Inés
Where do stories come from? Sometimes we have to travel to find them, journeying
within or experiencing what happens in our paths along the way. Recently I was taking
a new book, Abuelo, to Argentina, to people who had inspired it.
People arrive, events occur, that later become essential stories in each of our lives.
Clearly, what becomes important is not the same for each person. But often, the stories
that happen while we are young stay with us, and can help carry us through the rest of
our lives. For my friend Aldo, who is Argentinean, riding La Pampa, the wide plains and
foothills of Argentina when he was a boy with his "Abuelo Gaucho" — Grandfather Cowboy
— has given him stories, a relationship and a strong place to return to that have
helped him ride free through the years.
Victoria and her father Ricardo read Abuelo
for the first time
Aldo's great grandfather Redmond arrived from Ireland in the 1840's to a land that "had
a lot of beef." Argentines come in all colors and with names from many cultural backgrounds
— from English to Italian, Lebanese to northern European, not just the Hispanic surnames
that many associate with Latin America. Aldo explained to me that the popular way to
address someone in a friendly way, saying "Che" — something akin to "hello friend"
— likely comes from a Guarani Indian word. Like the US, South America is a quilt
built of many cultures, from Indian to European to African, and more. But back to Aldo
and his young days riding the range with Abuelo Gaucho, that first inspired me to write Abuelo.
As a boy, Aldo lived in a small town in La Pampa where raising cattle was a major
enterprise. Cowboys — called gauchos — rode through the streets and sometimes
brought herds to load onto the nearby trains. Aldo's father worked for the railroad.
Aldo would see the gauchos in town, and one older gaucho who knew his family well would
say to Aldo that he should learn to ride a horse and the ways of the gauchos, that he
would teach him. With the permission of Aldo's family, on Sundays, the gaucho's day off,
the old gaucho began to teach Aldo — first to ride, how to guide and talk to the horse,
how to find his way securely on the pampas. Over the years they rode out, the old gaucho on
his horse, and Aldo on his own. Grandfather, or Abuelo, Redmond had died before Aldo was
born, and so the old gaucho became like a grandfather to Aldo.
The author, Aldo and Abuelo
When Aldo grew up, he moved away from the small town of Roberts and "Abuelo Gaucho" to the
city of Rosario to find work at a newspaper, and eventually for a bank. Throughout many changes,
Aldo could return to La Pampa and Abuelo Gaucho in his mind. At a bank meeting that was
droning on for hours, Aldo, who had been very active and successful in his work, was silent
for a time. When someone at the meeting looked at him being so quiet and asked "where is Aldo?"
a friend who knew him well said, "he is on La Pampa." Throughout his life, he has found strength
Now in his eighties, Aldo says that relationships between people are most important. His
daughter and her family, his grandchildren live nearby. They know some of the great stories
of their Abuelo Aldo, and his wife, Abuela Delia, who is a wonderful artist. Among the drawings
I admired in their home was one of a gaucho, which thanks to Delia I now have with me. More
tales there. I watched as Aldo saw and read Abuelo
for the first time. He smiled at connections to places and relationships he has known so well.
When I visited granddaughter Victoria's school, the students, who see gauchos still, recognized
the story and beautiful pictures drawn by Raúl Colón, cheered, and raced to
tell new tales they found in their own lives — a fountain of youth and stories.
Speaking with students at Victoria's school