Honoring Our Roots: The Story of Robert Zapata Perez
My Grandpa Robert
At Puro Tepache, we believe in honoring the roots that ground us — the stories, struggles, and passions of those who came before us. Today, we pay tribute to a man whose grit, love of family, and devotion to baseball left a lasting impact on San Antonio and on our hearts — mygrandfather, Robert Zapata Perez.
Robert Perez was born in 1925, a proud Mexican American raised in the heart of San Antonio, Texas. Like many families of that era, his grew up with little, but what they lacked in wealth, they made up for in heart, hard work, and deep-rooted tradition. From a young age, Robert worked as a “picker,” harvesting fruits and vegetables in the fields to help support his family. By the fourth grade, he left school entirely to take on this responsibility full-time. Sacrifice wasn't a choice — it was a necessity.
But even amidst long, hot days in the fields, Robert found joy. He loved soccer, but baseball was his true passion. After a day’s work, he’d grab his glove and join other kids under the streetlights, where makeshift diamonds came to life and dreams took flight. Baseball wasn’t just a pastime — it was his escape, his joy, and his identity.
His dedication to both country and community would be tested when he was drafted into the Army during World War II. Stationed in the Pacific, Robert served with honor and courage, even after a grenade injury left him without his right index finger. Yet even this setback couldn’t keep him from the game he loved.
Upon returning home, he began working at Kelly Air Force Base. There, his passion for baseball reignited — this time in the form of softball. He played in the Spanish American League and helped lead his team to win the San Antonio City Championship in 1945 — just months after returning from war. It was a moment of triumph, of pride, and of resilience.
Robert’s love for the game didn’t fade with time. Later in life, he became an umpire, calling games across the city with the same spirit he once played them. For him, baseball was never just about the game — it was about community, about connection, and about giving back.
In 1995, the City Championship team reunited to celebrate their unforgettable victory. Surrounded by old teammates and good BBQ, Robert was right where he belonged — among friends, reliving memories born on the diamond. It was at that reunion that he suffered a stroke. He passed away two weeks later, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire.
Robert Perez’s story is one of sacrifice, perseverance, and unwavering passion. He reminds us that even in the face of hardship, joy can be found under the streetlights, on dusty fields, and in the memories we pass down. We never fully think about the shoulders we stand on. At Puro Tepache, we carry his spirit forward — honoring those who paved the way with grit, heart, and a love for community.
I miss you, Grandpa. And we thank you.
