STORIES

TIO CELSO by Carmella Padilla. The photograph is faded and fuzzy. An elderly man of small stature, his hair and beard a shaggy gray, sits upright in a slatted wooden chair. In his knotty right hand, he clutches a cane carved to curl into the shape of a horse's head. His brown eyes sink like shadows between high cheekbones and bushy brows. And a gentle, jolly smile emerges from his lips.

PLAYING WITH FIRE by Carmella Padilla. The early morning sun is still mixing with shadows over Apodaca Hill when Tomas Arrey dons a pair of faded overalls, slides heavy black gloves over his weathered hands, and lights a pitch-and-kindling fire in his hilltop workshop. Cold hangs in the air from the winter just past, but before long, Arrey has perspiration dripping from beneath the blackened brim of his well-worn hat. "If you can't stand the heat," he says with a smirk, "get out of the fragua."

THE DANCING GRANDFATHER by Carmella Padilla. "Yee-Hah!" The cry rips through the crowd like a firecracker on the loose as the funny-looking figure who exclaims it skips madly between two rows of masked dancers. Their faces veiled in brilliant strands of jewels, beads, ribbon and fringe, the dancers move together in perfect rhythm, perfect step.

MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, OH! by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes. Once, at opposite sides of the same town, there lived a poor woman and a rich woman. The poor woman's husband had died and left her with six children but without a penny to raise them. The rich woman's husband had also died, but he had left her with a fortune in gold and silver. But the rich woman was very stingy and didn't like to share with anyone.

THE DAY IT SNOWED TORTILLAS by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes.Here is a story about a woman who was married to a woodcutter. The man was good at his work. He could chop down a tree in no time at all. He would split it up into firewood and take it into the village and sell it. And he made a good living.

THE GUM CHEWING RATTLER by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes. When I was a kid, I had a bad habit: I just loved to chew bubblegum. I always had a juicy wad of bubblegum in my mouth—two or three pieces at the same time, just chomping away.

ONE DAY, ONE NIGHT by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes. Here is a story that goes way back to the beginning of time. They say that way back then things were very different. There was not a steady rhythm of days and nights like there is now. Instead it might be dark for 10 years in a row. And then light for one day. And then it could be dark again for eight long years. And then light for one day.

PEDRO AND DIABLO by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes. Once in a small mountain village there lived two men who were good friends. The one man's name was Pedro. The other? Well-no one remembered his name. You see, no one ever called him by his name. Instead, they used his nickname.

JUAN CAMISON by Master Storyteller Joe Hayes.There was once a poor woman who had a lazy son. The hardest thing he did each day was to decide whether to stay in bed late or get up early so that he'd have more time to lie around and do not

A FAMILY AFFAIR by Carmella Padilla. Early one morning in 1921, Alfonsa Vigil opened the door to her family's new general store in the village of Chimayo. As she waited for the first customers to arrive, Vigil looked out upon the scenic Potrero, a grassy stretch of pastureland, where the store stood just west of the legendary Santuario de Chimayo. "May God bless each and every one that comes through these doors," she said.


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