Back in the early 1970's. There were 5 of us kids growing up. When it was vacation time we would pile into the back of a stationwagon, and Mom and Dad would put in the Freddy Fender 8 track tape. We would sing along all the way to Charleston, S.C.. Eventually, we even mastered the Spanish verses. Freddy Fender was just as much a part of our vacations as the swimming, builing sand castles, and fishing. Thanks for the memeories!

God bless,
April Pendl