Shimmy Shimmy Cocopah: A Memoir about Life in a 1950s Arizona Barrio

It was 1955, and leaving our abusive father behind, we left Texas and headed toward a new life. Crammed into our dilapidated Chevy and pulling a wobbly old trailer, we must have looked a lot like the Beverly Hillbillies minus the oil money. Our entourage included my mother, two dogs, two cats, my teenage brother and sister, and me. I was five years old.Arriving in Phoenix, it was hotter than hell,...