In the early 50's they did a Posada at the Catholic church in our
town, Stockton Ca. that had the largest Mexican population. My
brother and cousin were both 5 years old and recruited to be 'Indios"
for the Posada which was made up of children only. We still laugh to
this day about how humiliated these macho little boys were to be
dressed in white pants and shirt and have an orange crate full of my
dish's strapped on their backs. They went to different 'stations'
asking for help but were refused until they got to the church where
they asked and were admitted. Everyone got a bag with an orange and
some popcorn after. Sadly that's all any of us remember about the
Posada. The tradition was discontued by the church by the 60's....
another lost tradition from Old Mexico....
Linda in WA.
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