I thank Saint Raymond for saving me from my husband’s rage when he caught me with my friend who hid under the bed, so my husband didn’t noticed him because he’s near-sighted.

Tlaxcala, 1927

I thank the Lord of the Willow because my husband Macario doesn’t beat me anymore. He also stopped getting drunk, and we’re very happy now.

Felisa Montes
San Luis Potosi, 1960

My husband is a good man but very boring. However, once a week he becomes a pure devil. It makes up for the rest dull days. I thank the Virgin for wonderful days with my devil.

Raul Chavez couldn’t find a job and dedicated himself to prostitution with women. But one day in husband caught him working on his wife and began shooting at him. He thanks Saint Pancras for he survived and promises to dedicate himself to something else.

The night of March 22, the friend of Filemon Garcia, who had been considered disappeared, brought him to his house. Turned out that Filemon had been so drunk he had been unconscious for three days in the house of a friend who had also been drunk. His wife, doña Cruz, thanks the Virgin of Zapopan because neither something bad happened with her husband, nor he left her for another woman, as she had thought.

My husband and I had six daughters and no sons. We prayed to the Virgin of Refuge, and thanks to her miracle I finally gave birth to a son who is our happiness now.

I send a thousand blessings to St. Rita high up in heaven for granting me a husband, a detached house with garden, cat-flop and close to amenities and tube. And two kittens.

Fran C.

May you be blessed, Virgin of San Juan, for healing me from an infection I got from a prostitute. I also asked you so that my wife wouldn’t find out about this. I thank for that.

Felipe P.
Merced, 1995

My husband got ill, and the doctor said that he must stay in bed until he cured. My life became a real night,are. He asked me to bring him in bed some absurd things and after a while he didn’t need them anymore. Or he asked me to cook for him some complicated dishes, but then he left almost everything untouched. I couldn’t sleep because he wanted something even at night. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan because his illness didn’t last for long and he can get up now.

I dedicate this retablo to Saint Ignatius of Loyola. I thank him because my husband finally realized, after I put some pressure on him, that he must stop buying books. We have no more space in our house and we’ve got so many books that we’d never read them all in our lifetime.

Mrs. Bone
March 5, 2009

My husband was an old school hippy who used to smoke marijuana all day long. He did it for the inspiration—to draw better. However, instead of this, he became more stupid. One day he began seeing flying cats. He though it was funny. But when the cats smiled at him and started talking with him he got scared. After that he decided to quit smoking. I thank the Virgin because my house doesn’t smell like marijuana anymore and my husband even found a steady job.

When my husband got retired, he started to cook in order to occupy himself. He cooked so terribly, that we all had a stomach-ache from his strange dishes. I was scared that he’d poison all of us. Thanks to my prayers to Saint Paschal, my husband finally got bored with cooking and dedicated himself to gardening.

My husband quit his job because he didn’t like it. However, instead of searching new one, he dedicated himself to sleeping all day long. We started spending our savings because the money I earned making cookies wasn’t enough. I prayed the Virgin of Zapopan, and thanks to her help my herbalist gave me herbal tea in leaves. I gave it to my husband every morning, and he has become very active. Now he has two jobs, and I thank the Virgin.