Coat Hangers, Cowboys, and Communication Strategies: Seeking an Identity as a Proficient Foreign Language Learner
I grew up on a flower ranch in rural Southern California about an hour north of the Mexican border, where my family raised gladioli and birds of paradise. My father was the ranch foreman. I can remember him driving a plow behind Pete, the plow horse. Pete was eventually retired to a sunny corral when we bought a gas-powered rototiller, but my father still walked behind the noisy machine, pushing it forcefully between the rows of plants to till the soil. My mother worked in the greenhouse, supervising the small seedlings until they were ready for transplanting in the fields.