25 YEARS AGO ON AMBERGRIS CAYE   BY ANGEL NUÑEZ

People Who Saw Las Animas


DAY OF THE DEAD
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es, it is true that "Las Animas" (Souls or Spirits of the deceased) do come out on their nightly midnight procession, every night during the month of November, which is now. The procession route is from the cemetery, down Caribena Street as far as The Palace Casino, into Pescador Drive all the way to Mickey's Store, left turn by Hon. Patty's office and another left turn into Barrier Reef Street all the way back to the cemetery. The procession is from midnight on, so people should try to keep off these street at that hour to allow "Las Animas" the peace and tranquility that they deserve for their procession.

NOW, HAS ANYONE ACTUALLY SEEN THEM. You bet. Our first witness whose name will not be mentioned (let's call him RUFO) was at the end of the main pier on November 19, 1943. The northerly winds were blowing and with that an abundance of snapper were running. About 2 a.m. in the morning, Rufo had already filled 3 buckets of snapper with his hand line. He was very happy and considered himself fortunate that he got up very early for his catch. Suddenly, there they were! They came from the direction of the reef, some one hundred of them. At first, Rufo could only see the brightly-lit candles burning in the ebony dark night. But then he saw the bodies covered in white sheets, floating about 2 feet above the sea. Rufo wanted to run but could not move. He was petrified. As "Las Animas" drew closer, he could hear their voices in a chant reciting the prayers of the rosary. The "Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with Thee..." sounded like a mournful cry as "Las Animas" were approaching in the direction of the pier where Rufo was snapping off his precious catch.

Then, as if by grace or luck or miracle, Rufo managed to scream and this enabled him to move. He made one quick dash down the pier leaving behind fishing line, flashlight, sardines and 3 buckets of snapper. He never made one side-glance nor did he ever look back. He ran like a deer down back street where his family's thatch house was located.

When he got home, he did not knock at the door. All it took was one head-on push and he landed inside and knew no more. The next morning, Rufo had a 105-degree fever and could barely explain the incident to his mother. Upon checking the main pier, there was no fishing line, no sardines and all the snappers were scattered on the pier without eyes.

This seems difficult to believe? Ask Rufo. He is still alive today. This incident really occurred 25 years ago- November 19, 1943.

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