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Interaction with the community of Falfurrias

Falfurrias Butter

My first day in Texas was a whirl wind of activity. After an early morning flight into San Antonio, we still had a three hour drive down to Falfurrias. We piled all of our luggage into the soccer mom minivan that we rented for the trip and hit the road. After about 10 minutes into our drive we saw a sign for the Alamo and decided to take a quick detour. This had been one of the things I wanted to see while I was in Texas, so I was really excited to have a chance to go. The Alamo chapel was a lot smaller than I was expecting it to be, but no less impressive. I’ve only ever seen pictures of the Alamo in text books, so seeing this piece of American history in the flesh, was incredible.

After snapping a few pictures of the chapel, we ventured inside the compound to look at the gardens. We spent some time walking around and looking at the various monuments and plaques that held facts about the Alamo. At the end of this little detour I was beginning to learn how unforgiving the Texas sun could be.

Group picture in front of the Alamo

Later that day, after we made it to Falfurrias and checked into our hotel rooms, we made a trip to the La Mota Ranch. The Lasater family owns this ranch and was kind enough to invite us all over for dinner that night. For those of you who don’t know, the Lasater family founded the town of Falfurrias. This family also owned and founded a creamery that produced Falfurrias Butter. It’s this butter that made the town a familiar name across the state. The modern day Lasater’s are a very charming couple. They wowed us with good food and tales about their adventures around the world.

At some point in the night the conversation turned over to the issue that has been plaguing the Falfurrias community over the last couple of years. The Lasaters began to share their experiences with the undocumented border crossers they had come across on their ranch. They expressed nothing but concern for the people who were technically trespassing on their property. While listening to these stories, it hit me then how deeply this affects the entire Falfurrias community. It’s not just the UBCs, forensic scientists, investigators, and other legal entities that are affected by this issue. It’s everyone. This crisis affects all the ranch owners and everyone who is working to find a solution to end this crisis.

Amanda

Beyond Borders- A Short Film

All members sitting and standing in rows for a full group picture, all in matching shirts and an array of hats and headbands

The Field Team photo by Guy Housewright

Well, I’ve been absent from this blog for over a week now, and I sincerely apologize for my lack of blog entries. As you might have read from previous posts, I suffered mild heat exhaustion which landed me in the ER for an evening and ended my field season a day early. Despite being upset from being held back by my health, I was extremely proud to hear how amazing the final day was and that our season finished up smoothly. I took the remaining time to rest up and organize video footage from the trip. I hope it makes up for the lack of posts on my part.

At long last, after a week of editing, I would like to present Beyond Borders – A Short Film. This is the most detailed film I’ve ever edited (hoping Sarah and Esy might throw a few pointers and comments my way, I would love to hear from the pros…!) I tried to give the viewers a succinct yet rich perspective of our time in Falfurrias, TX. I can’t emphasize enough how much I enjoyed reliving the memories through the editing process; the more I worked, the more proud I was of us as a team.

As always, thank you so much for reading, watching, and joining us!

Ryan

Home, Sweet Home

At last, this season of fieldwork in Falfurrias has come to a close.  The time slipped by so quickly that it all seems like a haze.  When I recall our time in the field I see a patchwork of new and old faces, I picture a sea of sand with an endless supply of buckets that need to be moved (think Sisyphus), and a blur of hands ready to pass a trowel or give a lift out of the hole.  The heat tried to burn us down one by one, almost ending our work early by attrition.  The heat didn’t stand a chance.  What I remember the most was the dogged perseverance that compelled everyone in the field to finish.  Instead of breaking us, the heat and pressure forged us into something great.  Our work has changed us, and that is something I will never forget.

Bell, a cute brown dog curled up on a couch
Bell, lonely without Ryan

Our team is back in Indy now.  We have slept in our own beds, cuddled our loved ones (look how sad Bell was without Ryan), and experienced some of the finer points of home.  Home is good- it is safe, calming, and filled with the things and people we love.  To use an old and tired cliché, home is where the heart is.  While we consider ourselves home now, I believe that every one of us left a piece of our hearts in Falfurrias.  Some part of us will always be at home in Fal.

I have mentioned to some people that I often feel like a tourist in this humanitarian crisis.  I live nowhere near the border, and I travel down for two weeks in the summer to help.   Once my time has passed, I have the luxury of returning to back to Indy.  In Indy I don’t face the daily realities of people dying on my doorstep.  I don’t see tragic news stories so often to become numb to them.  I have the ability to literally distance myself from the situation, and yet I cannot.  I now find myself over a thousand miles away with much of my heart left in Falfurrias.

A group picture in a field of greenery and purple flowers

Fluttering Fields of “Heart’s Delight’

I know now that I am not a tourist.  I have made new friends and family, and became part of their community.  I have lived in many places, but I have never felt as loved and welcomed as I did in south Texas.  Every person in Falfurrias welcomed us with open arms (seriously, I have never gotten so many hugs in my life).  It is an honor to be considered part of their community.

Though we are back in Indianapolis, our work continues.  Hopefully our efforts will continue to shape policies surrounding the treatment of both the living and the dead.  Ideally we would have never been in Texas- no one would have died under the scorching Texas sun and we would live comfortably as armchair anthropologists.  In a perfect world people would die happy having lived a full life, not in the pursuit of happiness or in search of a better life.   For now, I rest knowing that I am doing what I can to help.  I will do everything in my power to ensure that each and every individual is identified and returned to their loved ones.  Families will be reunited, and souls can rest in a place they consider home.

A bent metal burial marker with the words ""Male, Unknown, 417654" falling off

Lost, But Not Forgotten