of the Supernatural
by Nasario Garcia, SFAOL Contributor and author of
Brujas, Bultos, y Brasas: Tales of
the Supernatural in the Pecos Valley
NOTE: Nasario Garcia, Ph. D., who teaches at New Mexico
Highlands University in Las Vegas, NM, is a native of New Mexico's
Rio Puerco Valley and is well-known for his bilingual books on
the folklore of the state. Over the past decade he has conducted
dozens of interviews with elderly Hispanic residents of the Pecos
Valley, gathering their tales of witchcraft and the supernatural.
As a special feature, Santa Fe Always Online (SFAOL.com)
is pleased to present a selection of these stories, taken from
his book Brujas, Bultos, y Brasas (Witches, Ghosts,
and Red-Hot Coals).
THE INTRODUCTION TO BRUJAS, BULTOS, Y BRASAS:
would venture to say that there is no Hispano, including this
author, who grew up in rural New Mexico within the last 40 or
50 years who is not capable of recounting an eerie story or two
related to witchcraft and its supernatural trappings, thanks to
the prominent role of la aguelita (the grandmother).
as grandchildren at the ranch looked up to my paternal grandmother
as the principal storyteller responsible for entertaining (or
frightening) us at bedtime. Given her versatility as a raconteur,
her narratives ranged from pleasant fairy-tale-type stories to
those that scared the dickens out of us, such as la cosa mala
(an evil spirit) or el coco (the bogeyman).
a small boy I heard scores of stories of the supernatural that
are recounted in one form or another up and down El Valle,
the Rio Pecos valley. Recollections of brujas (witches),
el diablo (the devil), bultos (ghosts), el mal
ojo (the evil eye), una persona enyerbada (a bewitched
person), and many other superstitions are but a few examples.
We siblings invariably were even beneficiaries (or victims!) of
a trick or two coming from our own parents playing the role of
animals that purportedly possessed supernatural powers were el
burrito (the donkey), snakes, the coyote, and el tecolote
(the owl). Other superstitious beliefs prevalent in my household
dealt with sorcery-like powers. For example, if my brother or
I went to milk a cow in the morning and found that it had no milk,
it was believed that a mamona (milk snake) had sucked the
milk from the cow's udder, which now was dry because of the evil
no single type of story fascinated me more than those of the supernatural.
Whether related to balls of fire, polvitos (witch powders),
sparks emitting from a chimney in an old abandoned adobe home,
a farol (lantern) burning brightly at night in my grandfather's
empty house while he was away, chains rattling at night, or finding
shiny apples on our doorstep, all contained magical power or an
evil element (la cosa mala) that intrigued me.
of past generations have been fascinated by stories related to
the supernatural. As the eminent historian Marc Simmons reminds
us in his excellent work Witchcraft in the Southwest: "Practically
every adobe hamlet and town on the Rio Grande once possessed
its own stories and traditions of witches, were-animals and supernatural
the late 1980s, I have made countless trips to El Valle to interview
and photograph dozens of residents on a variety of subjects related
to their lives in their villages. On each occasion, whether I
was meeting someone for the first time or renewing old acquaintances,
I was greeted with open arms. In every instance I was enriched
by their reminiscences and words of wisdom.
the time of the interviews (1989-1996) the 26 men and women featured
in Brujas, Bultos, y Brasas were in their 60s, 70s, 80s
and 90s. One of the most endearing qualities about the people
from El Valle is their positive outlook on life. As they reflect
on their lives, they do so with a great sense of contentment.
Now in their golden years, they are very much at peace with themselves,
for they sense in their hearts that their mission as parents,
grandparents and community people, through good and bad times,
has been fulfilled and hence brought them a special happiness.
storytellers in this corpus of oral literature, each with a distinct
personality, are proud and humble people who expressed a special
enthusiasm as they related the stories on witchcraft in their
own manner and style.
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the Shiny Little Light
told by Antonia A. Ortiz, El Pueblo, NM
that a light used to appear here at this little hill. It would
come rolling, and one night while I was waiting for my son, who
was on his way back from Texico, I got scared. I saw the shiny
little light headed this way. It was rolling like this, like a
small lid. You could see the pebbles really well. And it stopped
right there. I don't know what happened to it.
little old lady who used to live there, whose house ruins are
still there, she used to tell me that gold was sprinkled through
the rocks in the area, and supposedly could be found in the dirt
of her basement. Once two men came and arranged to take two away
two small boxes of dirt for assessment. They promised to return
and tell her what they had found, but they never came back. The
gold was probably extracted and ground up, so said her neighbors.
old lady used to tell me herself that as she ironed clothes she'd
put them on top of the bed. And at night when she was going to
gather the clothes, the light would come and bounce around on
top of the bed. That woman used to say that people would also
see the same light in her basement. I don't know exactly what
to believe. I only know that I saw the light myself.
by the way-that woman's father is also said to have seen the light.
A streak of light that was headed straight down part of the road,
and it crossed like a ray of light right in front of him. He couldn't
figure out a way to cross. He was scared to death. He finally
got home, but it seems he fainted when he did. Well, nobody ever
found out what those lights were about.
little old lady I'm talking about, who said that there was gold
powder there, she used to tell me that there in between that house,
the pink house that's there, that's where a wall once was. She
used to say there was a buried treasure there. God only knows!
Another thing I was going to tell you: My uncle Miguel, rumor
has it, buried money around here, at a place called Los Canoncitos,
that belongs to the Riberas. I believe it's that arroyo that runs
through there, because Riberas lived here, and Jose's mom (her
husband's mother) was a Ribera, and listen, a lot of people would
go out there to dig. We ourselves went, and sure enough, there
were holes that had been dug. I even got to go there with Jose.
Jose used to say to me, "Well, let's see if you can find the treasure,
or if I can find it."
found anything. The only thing we ever did was to dig a lot, but
we never found a thing. Who knows? Who knows but what the Riberas
themselves came took it away. Don't you think so? Because Uncle
Miguel left these parts. Perhaps he took it with him.
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