I remember this one story she told me about how my grandparents started a village that is now well known. She had told us how my dad’s grandpa was the first one to live in this little village. My mom had told me and my brother that one day that village called Espinalido was once pure grass. It was no ordinary grass this grass was big and hard to walk through it. My mom told me how my grandpa and his friend would go there to play around and cut the grass of. They would do this just to pass time and have fun.
When my grandpa found out how the place they were always playing on was now full of dirt and how the grass was going all away he first thought it would be a good place to play with other people there. My grandpa was still young so he was not in a relationship, but as he grew up he felt in love with my grandma. He wanted to move somewhere with her. That’s wren my grandpa thought of the place he use to play in and have a great time with his friend. He had saved up some money to get people to build a house for him in that same place him use to spent time with his friends. My grandpa told people of his idea and one of his friend said he was going to build a house there as well.
So they got there houses built and they were the two first families to have a house in that place that was created by him. More and more people heard about them living there and how it was so peaceful and no violence. So more and more people started to building houses there, next thing you there was a mini community there. The people had all one problem. The problem was that when people told them were they live and what was the place name they all did not know what to say. So my grandpa had to come up with a name. This is when he remember how they use to be full with grass and threes, he remember how every time him and hid friend came to play they would get cut. There were things coming out the plants that were pointy and hurt if you got stab by one of them. So my grandpa decided to name id by there name Espinalido. So this is how the place got the name. From then more and more people came in to this neighborhood built by my grandpa and his friend.
When I first heard this story I thought my mom was just playing with us, but my mom had me and my little brother call to Mexico so we can ask my grandpa himself and it turn out to be that it was him who started this village. It was my grandpa who was the first person to build a house in this well known place now. He had started his own neighborhood that now is still well known. I was surprise how one Peron could start something this big.
I also found out how now there are more people who live there and that this little village has now grown to be a big village that different families now live on. I and my little brother were surprise when we heard this story and both could not believe it.
Over all I was really fascinating about this story. It made me feel like everyone is capable of doing anything. I am not trying to say my grandpa is weak and no one but he started something with a friend. He was just one ordinary person who wanted to have fun and go explore, next thing you know the place he loved to play in and spent good times with him and his friend came to become his home.
Another story I was told while growing up was about the devil. When I spent time with my cousins they would always tell me different stories about people who got scared in Mexico . My cousins love to scare me and they always did it by telling me stories about scary thing that happened in Mexico . They always had many great stories that they told me. For example La Llorona, the devil, my uncles who got scared, and many more.
One of the stories that I remember is when they told me about this one big rock in Mexico that had the devils wife in there. The story was that this rock was once the devil and his wife house. One day the devil came out to go do his bad stuff and let his wife in there. Now usually both the devil and his wife went out to do what they do. This one time is when the devil decided to go out by him. People knew about the devil and his wife and how this huge scary rock was their home. The people were tired of them going out and making there life miserable so they decided to do something about it. They were going to get a cross and put it on the rock. It was more like a spell. The spell was that both the devil and his wife could not come out unless someone removes the cross, but it had to be a person not a demon. So the decided to do this, but the day they did it is when the devil had decided to go out and do his bad stuff. It was a dark and rainy day. The people did the spell but only the devils wife was inside this huge rock.
The people thought it was all safe now but the found out how it was not ok. People were still dying and getting scared to death. So the figure out how the devil the only one out was and that they only trap the devils wife. So through the years the devil tried to posses a person so they could remove the cross. There was one problem though if the devil posses someone it counted as them being a demon. So there was nothing the devil could really do.
My cousins had told me how one of my uncles in Mexico was pressure by the devil to take the cross off this huge rock. He told me how my uncle and his friend decided to climb this scary rock. When they did they made it all the way to the top of the rock. My uncle had said that it was huge and bones were up there. He told them how he had never felt so scared in his life. He told his friend that they needed to go because he had a bad feeling about it. So they listen to him and decided to go. Later that day they were at my uncle’s house drinking and having fun. Out of nowhere this man comes and tells them if he could drink with them. They were running out of drinks so the stranger told my uncle to go to the store with him to get some more. My uncle being drunk and wanting to drink more said yes. What my mom did not know was that the stranger was the devil. The devil took him to the huge rock and tries to make my uncle take the cross of but some how he said no. so then out of no where my uncle woke up on his bed. He could not remember what really happened but he was not able to move. Everyone was worry about him. About two days pass and he was able to move again. This was like a miracle.
This story was kind of scary when I first hear id. This was one of many other stories that my cousins told me to try to scar me. At first I thought they were playing around with me but the kept saying they were not. So I still do not know what to believe. I do not know if that story was real or if my cousins were just trying to scare me.
These are some stories that I was told about my family history. My family has many great stories to tell and every time there is a new baby born and could talk and understand these great stories are told over and over aging. There are sometimes told with more details and sometimes with fewer details.
