Rosario Morales got involved with a married man. But one day his wife appeared with a gun in her hand. Rosario thanks Saint Jude for she was able to convince the wife to not kill her.

Gumara Tecanguey found herself in grave danger. Her husband was about to shoot her because of evil tongues telling him that she’d cheated on him. She thanks the Virgin of the Solitude for protecting her and her husband couldn’t prove anything.

I thank you, Virgin of San Juan, for all your favors. I decided to leave my husband after he had put horns on me. I kicked him out, but the next day he came back to kill me. Gaston, my husband, shot me. My wound was serious, but I prayed to the Virgin of San Juan fro my life. And she saved me.

Monterrey, 1952

1925, in San Bernardino, my buddy caught me on the mat with his wife. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to Saint Elias for no bullet hit me. She took them all.

The housemaid Susana Fernandez couldn’t resist the charms of her master. She thanks Saint Raymond for she didn’t get pregnant and promises not to have affairs with married men anymore.

Virgin of Juquila, thank you for giving me courage to defend the pig of my mother-in-law, when my husband and his mistress tried to take it.

Inocensia
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1969

I thank Saint Sebastian because I arrived in time before my naughty boyfriend went to steam with some filthy swine. I whipped him with belt, and now he loves me more than ever and he’s very faithful.

Panchito Perez Cruz
Mexico City, 1987

Since my daughter was left by her boyfriend who went to a hairdresser, she really lost her mind. I felt pity for her seeing her all disheveled—because of the hairdresser she hated the combs. But thanks to my prayers to the Virgin of Zapopan my daughter began to come to her mind. Now she is alright.

I dedicate this retablo to Saint Jude Thaddeus because the letter from this stupid Carlos, my fiancé, made me laugh so much. He wrote me about our disengagement. But he had no idea how many men went through my bed enjoying me and sipping the whiskey bought with his money.

In 1920 in the town of San Tito my buddy caught me on the mat with his wife. He started shooting at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha because bullets didn’t hit me. She took them all, and I jumped out the window.

I was a very attractive man always hanged round by the ladies. I have deceived and cheated on many of them—out of pure vanity. But it happened so Lupita put an evil eye on me and said that I would burn in hell. That night, the demon came to my bedroom, sat down and said, smoking a cigar “Do you come with me, buddy?” I prayed to Saint Michael the Archangel. Probably even the name of the archangel made the devil disappeared. And I promised to not deceive a woman ever again.

A neighbor of the butcher Ricardo Jimenez used to pay him for the meat with her body until one day her husband found out about it and started shooting at them. The butcher thanks for he survived and promises not to be so weak.

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