So, almost at 12 at night, Katrina appeared to me on the highway. She asked for a ride. Before such a horrifying scene, I entrusted myself to the Holy Heart of Jesus, and it helped me. Katrina immediately disappeared bursting with laughter. This retablo is in gratitude.

Tito Martinez

Saint Rita of Cascia, I offer you this ex-voto thanking you for not giving me diabetes because I got very much frightened when I was passing by drunk and the Death and the Devil himself appeared to me. I ran away to my house because my stomach was bursting. But then I realized it was the Day of the Dead and people dressed up like that to ask for sweets because it’s the tradition of all Mexicans. Viva la Catrina and those who celebrate the Day of the Dead!

Grateful chilango, November 1 and 2, 2014
Mixquic, Mexico City

Holy Child of the Virgin of Help, thank you for helping me out that night, on November 1. I didn’t make an altar for all the faithful departed. When I went to sleep the Death himself dressed as Catrina visited me. I pretended to be asleep and prayed to you, divine Child, until the Death was gone.

Yucatan, Mexico, 1932

La Catrina came to me and gave me a bird. Thank for she didn’t hurt me.

Lucy, 1971