01/14/2026
“My Immigrant Experience”
As a child,
I stood at the altar of immigrants.
The kitchen altar.
My German Grandmother,
born in Bavaria,
making potato pancakes.
I stood patiently,
holding a piece of newspaper.
And soon I was hurrying to the kitchen table with a hot, crispy pancake,
that I would slide onto a plate and smother in applesauce.
A few days later,
while my mother was at her bookshop,
I stood next to Mrs. Magaña’s altar,
also holding a fold of newspaper.
Her sacrament?
A homemade flour tortilla, slathered in butter.
The hands that hold us.
the hands that feed us,
don’t know borders…
🐺
“My Immigrant Experience”
By Kevin Klemm,
(White male, of German and Norwegian descent. Still the progeny of Immigrants.)
1/14/26, 4:19 am
Thought of the Day-
Serve love and compassion as you would serve food!
