When Saint Francis’s Church was struck by lightning - legend of San Miguel de Allende

 

Saint Francis’s Church in San Miguel was struck by lightning

According to local lore, on Thursday the 29^th of July, 1943, at 4:25 pm on a bright, cloudless afternoon, a streak of lightning struck the belfry of the Temple of Saint Francis. Here we have a few chronicles of that amazing event:

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 I think it was in 1943 when Saint Francis’s Church was struck by lightning. The lightning (and someone stole the photo I used to have, a historical photo which showed that it was exactly 4.25 in the afternoon when the lightning struck) knocked down part of the bell tower of Saint Francis’s Church. Down below, a team of workmen had been working on a drain and the great stones fell on two of the men and killed them outright. My uncle, Agustin Sautto, was standing in front of the church, leaning on a lamp post that was like the rails from a railway track, and that is where the lightning touched earth, and my uncle was hurled into the middle of the street. My grandfather was at his desk at home and he saw him flying up and landing in the middle of the street. My grandfather went running out and said: “What has happened, Agustin, whatever has happened?” And my uncle said: “Nothing, Dad, I just had a bit of a fright, that’s all.” How could he say that nothing had happened to him, if about nine months later he passed away. He lost consciousness, he got Stokes-Adams syndrome, which causes a paroxysmal shift in the normal rhythm of the heart. He went to Mexico City several times to see cardiac specialists, but as no treatments existed, he died a few months later here in San Miguel.

Luis Miguel Villarreal

 

Agustin Sautto died a few days after he was struck by lightning outside Saint Francis’s Church. He was very badly affected and died a few days later.

Graciela Cruz

 

Agustin Sautto was the richest man in San Miguel, I believe. He was the son of a certain Mrs. Vazquez, who was the owner of the house about which we are talking.

Jose Ignacio Reyes Retana

 

I was born in ‘42, so I was very little when lightning struck and knocked down part of the bell tower of Saint Francis’s Church. My mum used to have a stand outside the temple and I was with her. On one side of us, was one of my mother’s comadres, at her own stand. Although there was not a cloud in the sky that afternoon, suddenly we heard a loud crack of thunder and we saw how the lightning struck the tower and knocked down several bits of stone. Without knowing what was happening, my mum, when she heard the thunderclap, she pressed herself against the wall and I ran after her, I wanted to get inside the church, but it was closed at that hour. The pieces of stone could have killed us because they fell almost on top of my mother’s stand. Nothing but dust fell on her comadre´s stand, which was about five metres away. We heard that the lightning killed just one person, almost immediately. At that time, the ambulance station was in Nuñez Street, but there were no ambulances there at the time, so the stretcher bearers came running on foot to pick up the person who was lying there in the middle of the street. I don’t remember very well exactly what happened because I was a very little girl when it all happened, but it seems that the lightning struck this man who was standing outside the house where the primary school used to be and the impact threw him a long way and he landed in the middle of the road, or something like that. I don’t know who the gentleman was that died and I hope he is resting in peace.

Soledad Gonzalez

 

My Auntie Lupe, the Cristera, used to tell us about the time when the bell tower of Saint Francis’s Church was struck by lightning. She was in the garden with some other people and the clapper of the bell fell right into her skirt! She used to wear those long skirts and the clapper of the bell fell right there. If it had hit her or anyone else directly, it would have killed them.

Maruja Gonzalez

 

My brother Juan used to talk about that lightning business, because he had a job as a clerk in the Revenues Office and an aunt of ours had a job as a cleaner in the same mansion. He used to say that it was in the afternoon, that he was there on the balcony of the place with some other people and that our auntie was sweeping outside in the street. There was a very frightening thunderclap and they saw how part of the tower of the church fell down in front of them. I don’t remember if he ever told us about whether anyone had died, but he did say that our auntie ran out into the middle of the road to help because the lightning had struck a man who was lying there stretched out almost in front of the Revenues Office. Then my brother, Juan, and his workmates ran down to help, too.

Salvador Ochoa

Myths and legends from Sonora: The Devil Does a Good Deed

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THE DEVIL DOES A GOOD DEED

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Folk story from the State of Sonora

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One evening, while having dinner with don Evaristo and doña Almanda, I asked our guest if he knew any stories from the state of Sonora. “You see, Emily and I are planning to drive to Sonora for the holidays,” I said.

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“Now, let me think,” don Evaristo said and thought for a while. “Ah, yes. I’ve just thought of a good one. ‘The Devil Does a Good Deed’, it’s called.”

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“The Devil.” said Emily, “Are you going to frighten us?”

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 “Not quite. This story is about an old lady named Eulogia, who lived all alone on a small ranch, in a forgotten corner in the middle of the Sonora desert. Eulogia had very few visitors. Maybe once or twice a year, a muleteer would take a wrong turning and come across the ranch by accident. And these chance visits were the only times Eulogia received any news from the outside world.” Don Evaristo began.

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 “Her husband had been a member of an infamous gang of bandits, feared throughout the territory. After one particularly dangerous raid against federal troops, the leader of the gang presented Eulogia’s husband with a dramatic painting of a devil. This was his way of thanking Eulogia’s husband for saving his life during the bitter encounter. Though he was not at all happy about the subject of the painting, Eulogia’s husband could not, of course, refuse a gift from his leader and friend. That day, when he arrived home, he placed the picture behind a door, and there it stayed. Even after his death, the picture stayed there; being one of the few things he left his solitary wife to remember him by.

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“Now, when our story begins, Eulogia was still in good health, though advanced in years. She still kept her own house and did her own housework, and, whenever she went through the door on which the strange painting hung, she used to say, ‘Poor thing! You never see the face of God, do you?’ Then she would take a cloth and gently sweep off the dust from the painting. This daily ritual repeated itself, day after day and year after year. After her husband’s death, she even moved the painting closer to her room, so she would not forget to dust it off.

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 “All flesh is weak, and so it happened that, strong as she was, one day Eulogia fell ill. Now very old indeed and all alone in the desert, she made up her herbal remedies and tried to take care of herself the best she could. But it was all to no avail. As each day passed, she grew weaker and weaker, until finally, she just lay motionless on bed, unable to move a finger.

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 “When the devil in the painting saw her sad condition, he materialized, came out of the picture and approached Eulogia’s bed. She knew very well that death was near. ‘Good-bye, old friend,’ she said to the devil. When the devil heard this, he rushed out of the house as fast as he could and ran and ran down the lonely desert road towards the nearest town.

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 “Once in town, he rushed inside the first church he came to. When the priest saw the devil, he recoiled in horror. ‘What do you want of me?’ he demanded, in a rage. ‘I just want you to come with me and give the last rites to someone who is dying,’ replied the devil.

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 “The priest found very hard to believe the devil’s words, but the idea of saving a poor soul seemed more important to him than any devil’s trickery. So, he agreed to go with the devil, but not without carefully packing a holy cross, holy water, incense and all the materials he needed for the sacrament.
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“Priest and devil together hitched the horses to a carriage and hurried off back to Eulogia’s ranch. When they arrived, they found the old lady smiling tranquilly. ‘I’ve just seen a beautiful lady dressed all in white,’ she whispered. ‘She was coming down a long tunnel to meet me and little children with wings were flying all around her.’
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“The priest then gave the old lady confession, and soon after, Eulogia passed away peacefully, and well accompanied. 
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“Moments later, the priest asked the devil to leave, but first he remembered to thank him for his good deed. Before they parted, the holy man said to the devil, ‘Tell me, what made you want to save a soul? Why on earth did you do a good deed? Is this a devil’s work?’
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‘Well, you know, that woman was extraordinarily kind to me. She even saved me from my prison in the picture! Besides, I already have her husband’s soul,’ the devil smiled and vanished. The priest, for his part, went back to the town and to all his priestly duties.
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“When the authorities and gravediggers came to bury the old lady, they found a strange painting beside her. A painting of a silhouette – the outline of a figure, where the devil’s form had once been...”
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“How strange, that the devil should do such a kind thing!” Emily exclaimed. “I can’t believe it.”
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“Neither can I, but who knows? Maybe even bad spirits can do good deeds, from time to time.” Don Evaristo laughed. “And it’s only a story, Emily!”
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Folk story originally published in the English textbook Orbit 3. By Homero Adame, Pat Grounds and Carol Lethaby. Ediciones Castillo, S.A. de C.V. Monterrey, Mexico. 2000. Pp. 206-207.

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