Speaking of “The Mexico Issue”, I just stumbled across an old Mexico issue of “The Saturday Review”. I particularly enjoyed this article, written in the days where Mexico City was a big place with a population of three million, Cuernavaca was a “small town,” cars were rare on the roads, and the average American reader had never eaten a tortilla.
I wish I could have seen Mexico in 1951, but I do feel fortunate to have grown up amongst the fading vestiges of Old Mexico–burros as a mode of transportation, towns where the one TV was a social beacon, and little old flower ladies who remembered the revolution. Got any great stories or memories of Old Mexico? Send them our way.