Grace Crapps

Stories from Grace Crapps

My mom never lived in Cuba, but when she tells you the story of her family fleeing from Castro it’s like she was there. “Your Abuela grabbed all her jewelry pieces and stuffed it into her coat. She left behind her yacht, her maids, her sisters, and her rich life. She never thought she would be poor, but she came here with nothing. Your Abuelo, who was a top architect in Havana, would come here and sell Christmas trees. They would eat black beans and tuna out of a can,” she would say as my brother and I would eat dinner.