Serrano wipes the sweat out of his graying black hair, leaving grease on his forehead. Hanging in the dusty air is the ever-present smell of pesticides, which have saturated farm soil for generations. Outside, her husband toils over the engine. 'My husband is here, my children are here _ I will make the best of it,' she says with a sigh. Doors yawn open, inviting the breeze and the blue-bottle flies attracted by the odor of frying tortillas. It is not so hot where we came from as here.' No trailer at the Hole has air-conditioning. 'It has mountains like the one in the calendar. 'We are from south central Mexico,' she says in Spanish, her smile shy. A calendar next to Maria is open to a photograph of a snow-capped mountain. A holy card of Jesus, baring his most sacred heart, watches from the wall next to a menagerie of stuffed animals. She sweeps the bare floors and sits on a humble chair and crochets delicate doilies. His wife, Maria Guadeloupe, keeps the trailer habitable. When farm work begins, he makes $375 a week. Serrano pays $40 a month to dwell at the Hole. When it rains, water rushes through the camp as in a flash flood. No garden spot, the Hole lies in a gully close to the lake. He and his wife and their five children and his brother live in a worn-out trailer at the Zellwin Farms Labor Camp, known to its residents as the Hole. Check out their wedding film below.He is 49. Thanks for including us in your story, Samantha and Matt!! We wish you many happy and magical years together. I just remember crying with the happiest tears and pinching myself that this was actually happening.”Ī fairy tale proposal followed by a fairy tale wedding. I was led to the bedroom door where I saw Matt on one knee. As I proceeded down the hall, there were pictures of us hanging on the walls. I pulled in our driveway and all of the lights were turned off, so I thought “this is weird.” When I walked up the stairs and there was a candle lit. We lived in Attleboro, MA at the time and I was commuting to Boston everyday for work. “It was a Tuesday night, and I had just gotten home from a long work day.

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