Corazon Valiente, The brave heart

“He was from Guyome.” My grandmother replies when I point to the picture. “Gy-yome?” I’m always confused when she mixes up words. Its like they expect me to know what they’re talking about, Spanish accent, mispronunciations and all. “Wyoming. Why she always calls it that?” My mother chimes in. My grandmother was telling the story of the picture of her on the 1962 Chrysler. It’s my favorite story, although I haven’t heard it in a while. She tells it...