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A small mound in the cemetery in Xoxocotlan, Mexico

Stan Gotlieb

November first is children's day in the series of remembrances and festivities that are known as Dias de los Muertos (days of the dead). On this day, the souls of departed children migrate to the homes of their still living relatives to take a sip of chocolate off the altar which has been constructed to give them a proper welcome home.

Guided by the smoke from copal incense, burning amidst the gold and magenta flowers, the children arrive a day before their older departed. By arriving early, they are assured the choicest morsels, and an easy place at the table.

Child mortality rates are higher in third world countries, and the child-spirits will have lots of company in spite of serious efforts to reduce the rate of infant death. Government and nongovernment agencies work aggressively and tirelessly to eradicate the causes: inadequate prenatal diet, sceptic birth circumstances, lack of breast feeding (bad water and subsequent diarrhea are big killers), and failure to vaccinate against childhood diseases such as diphtheria and smallpox. By all reports, these efforts are succeeding, poco a poco (little by little). Still, it is not unusual to see a funeral procession winding its way through downtown Oaxaca, carrying a three-foot coffin.

For us gringos, who are observers of, rather than bound up in, the traditions and celebrations of the Mexicans among whom we live, Los Dias offer an opportunity to admire other people's altars and grave decorations; to eat special foods like candy skulls and pan de yema (a glazed egg bread); to join parading masquers and musicians walking the streets and drinking mezcal.

There are cemetery tours for the less adventurous, along with mole (MO-lay, a paste used in sauces) and chocolate cooking classes. Certain graveyards are "favorites" for tours, and the most crowded and well known are the cemeteries of Xoxocotlan (Ho-ho-coat-LAN), a village outside Oaxaca. We have always avoided Xoxo for that reason, preferring to visit the smaller and less well known places.

When we journeyed to Xoxo on November 1, it was to observe the annual building of the sand paintings in a local church. We had no intention of going to the cemetery, but we got misdirected and we ended up at one. We were with two friends (it was their car) who thought that as long as we were there, we might as well go in, and so we did.

Shortly after entering, our friends wandered off in one direction, and we in another, where we eventually encountered two young men holding beer bottles, and obviously intoxicated. The first, in slurred Spanish, kept calling me "Jefe" (chief), a distancing form of address to say the least (think of "amigo" as a way of including someone and you'll see what I mean). The second, picking up on my discomfort, started reassuring me that they really weren't so bad, and asked us to accompany him to a distant corner of the cemetery. There, next to a large marble mausoleum, was a small heap of dirt and a wooden cross with a plaque attached. "Cristina, 5 Julio 1997 - 12 Julio 1997". "Mi hija" (my daughter), he said, a kind of wistful sadness in his voice. I asked him of what she died. "Ask Him, He knows", he replied, pointing at the sky and shrugging his shoulders. I asked him if he had other children, and was told that there is a son, about 5 years old, very healthy. "She is an angel now, she had no time to sin" he said. "I don't know if angels can return, do you?" I didn't, but suggested that maybe the priest would know. "Yes", he said, "That's a good idea. Perhaps I will ask him".

He walked with us to the entrance of the cemetery, where we joined our friends. We shook hands solemnly, smiled at one another, and parted, us to get back in the car to continue our search, he to enter the grocery store across the street to get another beer and -- who can say? -- continue his . . .

 

Children on Parade

Preschool children in Puerto Escondido line up for a parade during a three day festival to honor the patron saint of the village. The tuxedo Children on Paradesignifies new inroads of modern times into more traditional costuming. Photography by Diana Ricci


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Published or Updated on: December 1, 1997 by Stan Gotlieb © 1997
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