With the help of the American Consulates in Mexico City and Mazatlan, we took the train that took us to Nogales, Sonora. We crossed the border on foot and took another train to Los Angeles. From there, we drove to San Francisco. Our aunt, Chenta, and her husband went to get us. Once in San Francisco, dad insisted that Jerry and I go to the movies every day possible in the hope that we would learn English. The Temple Theater was the cheapest but we went to all the shows in the Filmore District because Jerry was less than six years old until his 14th birthday. Mom and dad would now speak to us in English so we learned our language with lots of reinforcement.