A Voice From the Past
A recording and the stories passed on
Buried Threads is a podcast about family secrets, silence, reinvention, and what happens when lost stories begin to resurface. If you’re new here, we recommend starting with Season 1. This post follows Episode 8 of Season 2.
We didn’t expect a cassette tape.
When Susan mentioned that Nina, daughter of Manuel and Rosa Suarez, had once sat down and recorded her memories, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Nina is gone now. Most of the people who knew Estrella firsthand are. But there was her voice, scratchy and warm on an old tape, talking about her parents like they were still just down the road.
We’ve been searching for our great-grandmother, Estrella Suarez, for a long time. What we didn’t expect was that finding her would lead us here, listening to Nina tell us about Manuel, Rosa, their family, and their life together.
Manuel and Rosa
Manuel Suarez came to America first. He was a smelter, a working man, following the zinc industry from West Virginia to Kansas to Missouri to Illinois. He married a woman named Concepcion, had a daughter named Louisa, and then lost Concepcion to typhoid fever in 1912. He was young, widowed, and alone with a baby.
Rosa found her way to Missouri and agreed to help. She and Manuel eventually married in St. Louis, and together they built a life — first in the city, then in Taylor Springs, Illinois, where Manuel worked the mines and they started a family.
Apparently Rosa “had a lot of gumption,” according to Nina. She describes her mom as strong, resourceful, and surprisingly independent. And, we’re sure she had a good sense of humor.
Nina’s tape tells it better than any document we’ve found.
One night in Taylor Springs, Manuel went out drinking. Rosa, apparently not entirely convinced he was on his best behavior, decided to investigate. She dressed herself up like a man, slipped out into the night, and tracked him down. Manuel saw the stranger approaching — and didn’t recognize his own wife. Then she spoke. We don’t know exactly what she said, but whatever it was, it scared him.
You can’t hear Nina tell this story without laughing right alongside her! Rosa crossed an ocean, built a home from scratch in a foreign country, raised a blended family through grief and hardship; and she was also, clearly, not someone to be trifled with. Manuel had no idea who he was dealing with, until he did.
Paul
Paul is the son of Mary Rose, Estrella’s first daughter, the child Manuel and Rosa raised from the time she was two years old. Paul grew up knowing almost nothing about his grandmother. The family story was simple and painful: she left in the middle of the night, and no one ever heard from her again.
He spent most of his life with that blank space where a grandmother should have been. When we first connected with Paul through a DNA match a few years ago, he responded almost immediately. He said we were blowing his mind. We were blowing ours too.
Since then, we’ve met in person, visited graves together, sat around tables comparing notes and photographs and half-remembered stories. We brought our mom, Estrella’s granddaughter through Marie Christine, the daughter she gave up for adoption. Paul brought other family to the table. People who had never met, who shared DNA they didn’t know about, sat in the same room and called each other cousin.
Hearing Nina’s voice talking about the parents Paul knew as the people who raised his mother, his grandparents, brought us a special joy. Manuel and Rosa weren’t just names on a census. They were real. Warm. The kind of people who took people into their home, and cared for them, who kept Mary Rose when her mother couldn’t, who held a family together through loss after loss. And apparently, the kind of people with a good story or two.
What stays with us
There’s a particular kind of sadness in learning about people too late to meet them. Nina is gone. Rosa is gone. Manuel is gone. Estrella herself has been gone since 1981, buried in Colchester, Illinois. Laid to rest just down the road from the daughter she never found her way back to.
But the stories didn’t disappear. Someone pressed record. Someone kept the tape. Someone found it and took notes, and brought those notes to us. And now we have her voice forever.
That’s what this whole search has felt like: a relay race across generations, passing something fragile hand to hand, hoping it makes it to the finish line intact.
We’re still running.
-Angie & Cyndi
🧵Some people find each other. We found whole families.
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