La Llorona as told by Stephanie Casias is said to be a Southwestern folktale. The legend is said to be about a beautiful, young Native American girl. One day a handsome man came riding into the town she lived in and ended up marrying her. Casias says, “she had a child or maybe two or three, no one is really quite sure.” La Llorona’s husband left her one-day and she threw her children into the river out of all the anger she had. When she realized what she had done she went back looking for them but it was to late. The next day she was found dead on the riverbank. The people of the town buried her, but that same night they heard cries of “Aiiieee mis hijos” which means “oh my children!” She wanders the river at night looking for her children. Parents warn their children that if they were out late at the river, La Llorona might mistake them for her own children and tak

Probably it is just a mountain lion or the wind moving the branches together at night that make the sound that people think is La Llorona. No one truly knows if the story of La Llorona is true or if it was made up. If people decide to believe in it or not it will not stop it from being told for all this generations. Mothers tell their children and those children tell their own children later on and it will continue until the end. La Llorona has not become a symbol of evil to the people that hear it; it is more a symbol of sadness and of pain.

Mary Grace Ketner tells a version of the story of La Llorona. This story is not known if it takes place in Dos Puentes or in San Lorenzo. In those places it was dusty and dull. No was wealthy and no one’s goal was it to be. Their goal was for survival. There was one girl who knew different. This girl’s mother owned the inn at the crossing there and she would see the people who traveled from Monterrey or from San Antonio. These people were the wealthy ones. The girl decided at a very young age that she was going to marry one of those wealthy men and not a village boy. When she was sixteen years old a handsome man came through on a beautiful stallion. His name was Don Ramon. He was planning on staying just for two nights at the inn to rest, but because of the girl’s beauty he stayed eight days, and on the way back he stayed two weeks. The following year he came and told her that he loved her and he wanted to marry her. The only problem was that his parents wanted him to marry a girl of his own class. Then the following year he once more told her that he loved her, but that she must wait. People say this went on for years. However long it was she had three of his children and she was still living in the inn with her

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