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Dias De Los Muertos, Spirits of Mexico


by Megan Galicia with Introduction by Brooke Palmer


 

Though I’m not of Mexican descent, I love their Dias De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) holiday because I believe it is healing and enjoyable to take a day to honor and remember the dead in an uplifting and positive manner. I am also drawn to the icons and ritualistic aspects of the holiday. One does not need to be Mexican to enjoy the elements of this holiday, however. Anyone can adapt this holiday to their own methods for honoring the dead, as the original Day of the Dead holiday was eventually adapted to include elements of Catholicism.


Agronomy scholar Ricardo J. Salvador, Ph.D., explains the history well in his essay
What Do Mexicans Celebrate On The Day Of The Dead?:      
“The original celebration can be traced to many Mesoamerican native traditions, such as the festivities held during the Aztec month of Miccailhuitontli, ritually presided by the "Lady of the Dead" (Mictecacihuatl), and dedicated to children and the dead. In the Aztec calendar, this ritual fell roughly at the end of July and the beginning of August, but in the post-conquest era it was moved by Spanish priests so that it coincided with the Christian holiday of All Hallows Eve.The result is that Mexicans now celebrate the day of the dead during the first two days of November. The modern festivity is characterized by the traditional Mexican blend of ancient aboriginal and introduced Christian features.” (Salvador, R. J. (2003). What Do Mexicans Celebrate On The Day Of The Dead? Pp. 75-76, IN Death And Bereavement In The Americas; http://www.public.iastate.edu/~rjsalvad/scmfaq/muertos.html.)


In preparing to write about Day of the Dead, I emailed my friend Megan who met her husband in Mexico and lived there with him for several years before the two of them came to the States together. Below is her description of her fond memories of the holiday:


Hi Brooke,


It's funny that you should ask about Day of the Dead, because Esteban and I are taking our annual trip to
Mexico during that time. It is my favorite time of year, not only because of the cool weather (fall is my favorite season anyway), but also because of the memories I have of this holiday. 

The signs of Day of the Dead (at least where we lived) are subtle. Unlike holidays in the U.S., there are no full page ads in the Sunday paper selling products, no parades or TV advertisements.
 

What you do begin to notice while you are doing your weekly errands is the appearance of the vital elements of any altar. During your trip to the bakery, for example, you will start seeing pan de muerto—a special kind of bread often in the shape of a bone or a skull—and the ubiquitous sugar skulls; at the market, the traditional flowers such as marigold begin to appear around mid to late October. Traditional decorations appear here and there, but again they are subtle.
 

During one of the years that I taught elementary school in Mexico, I was fortunate enough to be put in charge of making the school altar for Day of the Dead (you can imagine that I was absolutely thrilled). Around the middle of October, the school sent all the children home with a note asking that they bring a photograph of a deceased relative.
 

When it came time to build the altar, we chose the usual place: in the main entrance of the school. We started with a table covered by a tablecloth and added several “steps,” or levels, using cardboard boxes, and then covered these boxes with tissue paper. We placed marigolds around the edges of the boxes and added “papel picado” to symbolize the element of wind. A cross was placed at the top, along with small bowls of water (for thirsty souls) and salt, which represents purification.
 

Finally, the children and teachers put photos of their loved ones on the altar, along with candles (to represent fire), copal incense (to help the souls “find” the altar), and food, such as tamales, hot chocolate, traditional fruits (representing the earth element), and pan de muerto. On a home altar, you can tailor it even more to your family by putting some of their favorite items and foods. There are endless variations from region to region, but these are some of the basic elements.


Now, the food. No Mexican celebration could be a celebration without food. Much like Thanksgiving for us, Day of the Dead is a time that many Mexican people associate with food—especially tamales, hot chocolate, bread. This food is made to go on the altar or at the gravesite for the deceased to enjoy, but this doesn’t keep the living from eating some too! A big part of the celebration lies in sharing a meal with your loved ones, both living and dead.


 

At school, we celebrated Day of the Dead on the Friday before the actual day since the kids would be off school for the holiday. We drank hot chocolate and ate tamales until we could barely move. Then we gave each child a sugar skull with his or her name on it.

 

When Esteban was growing up, his family put up an altar and visited the cemetery every year. This is a practice that unfortunately his mother stopped when she joined an evangelical Christian group (which often frown upon the tradition). But I heard that since his grandma passed away several years ago, she has taken it up again.

 

I have made an altar each year in nearly all of the places that I have lived, and will continue to do so. This year, we will make ours in Mexico. It will be healing to remember and honor my father in the place and with the people that he loved so much.

 

--Megan Galicia


















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