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.
WITH FIRE by Carmella
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
DANCING GRANDFATHER by Carmella
"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.
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.
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.
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 mouthtwo or three pieces at the
same time, just chomping away.
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.
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.
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
FAMILY AFFAIR by Carmella
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,"