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 Witches From Villanueva!
told by Pablo Aguilar, El Amario, NM
what happened to me, and to my mother and my brother, there in
Villanueva. Well, my stepfather was accustomed to going to work
as usual, and my mother was of such demeanor that for ther there
was no such thing as a mishap. She was capable of doing just about
one morning, very early in the morning, she got up and she said
to us: "Let's go. Let's head for La Pintada, my dear children."
is 45 miles from here. That's where she was from, a long time
ago, and her father still lived there. It's a good thing we left
in the morning, it took so long to get there. Anyway, she made
us hitch up the horses, and we took off."
a horse we used to call Pela, very stubborn. Boy, he was such
a stubborn horse that no sooner did he get to a little-bitty hill
and there he was, holding back. We got to the foot of the hill
that is the Villanueva trail. At that time it was a road for horse
wagons. And that hill, well, it was straight up. It was very dangerous.
got to the foot of the trail, Mama looked on up ahead, up towards
a place called Los Voladeros. Way up at the peak of the tallest
of Los Voladeros there was this little old lady, all hunched
up, at about 5, 6 o'clock in the morning. My mother could see
her. Suddenly she said to us: "Don't look that way, children.
was used to holding back whenever we got to that slope. But on
that particular day he climbed it like it was nothing. He didn't
hold back or anything. We went 45 miles from there to La Pintada,
and by 2 o'clock in the afternoon we were already there. When
we got there she spoke to her father. She told her father, my
grandpa, what she had seen. "Oh," he said to her. "They're the
witches from Villanueva!"
the end of the story. The most important thing is that the horse
did not refuse to climb the hill on that particular day. That
was why we always had to take off so early, in order to have enough
time to climb that slope. But on that day, as I say, by 2 o'clock
in the afternoon, we were already in La Pintada.
is something I can vouch for, because I saw it myself, with my
own eyes. And may God punish me if it isn't true.
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