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November 29, 2015January 19, 2019

Story Time: Chile – El Viejo del Saco

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“I have not thought of this story in 20 years,” Isidro reflected, “but here in Chile they tell the children of El Viejo del Saco.”

While they are used similarly, unlike el Coco, el Viejo del Saco is an old man who mothers have on call when children do not finish their dinner, bathe, or go to bed on time. He wanders the streets after dark, scooping naughty children into his bag and taking them away to an unknown place where some say he cooks them into stew.

This story appears to have roots in an actual crime which took place in the village of Gádor in Almería, Spain in 1910. Per this telling, Francisco Ortega, a local man, was gravely ill with TB and desperately sought a cure. For a steep price, a local healer told him the cure was to drink the blood of a healthy child and to spread the blood on his chest. By these means he was to be cured immediately.

Francisco took to the country side, offering farmers money for their children. When none would sell him one, he hired another man to kidnap a child for him.

A 7 year old boy had been playing with his friends, but when he became separated from the group, the hired man subdued him with chloroform and put him into a bag. They took him home, slit his throat and drained it into a glass which Francisco drank. His wife made a salve of the rest of the boys blood and smeared it across her husbands chest with herbs and rocks. When the man hired to kidnap the child was not paid, he went to the police and reported Francisco. Everyone involved was incarcerated, and Francisco died in prison soon thereafter.

This story is one of greed and fear in adults. The exchange of money heavily influences the actions and persistence of the adults.
100 years later, it is a threat mothers mutter to misbehaving children.

Interestingly, while South Americans seem less adverse than Americans to tell their children scary stories, I have found retellings with a more modern and positive twist. In this version, the mother is overbearing and nags at her daughter, insulting her and then threatening her with El Viejo del Saco.

Later that night, just as the mean mother had threatened, an old man comes and kidnaps the girl in a bag, taking her to his cauldron and placing her inside. From this bubbly bath, the girl talks with the old man, and they problem-solve his poverty and hunger, and ultimately she makes a deal to share the supper she never can finish with him, so long as he does not eat her.

This twist toward empowering the child ties forward to the tale we will tell next time which 10 year old Luz, of Ushuaia, shared as being one of her favorites. Stay tuned!

La hora del cuento: El viejo del saco

Traduccion por Henry Tovar

“No he pensado en esta historia en 20 años”, refleja Isidro, “Pero aqui en chile ellos les dicen a los niños la historia del Viejo y el saco”.”

Si bien se utilizan del mismo modo, a diferencia de “El Coco”, el Viejo del saco es un anciano que las madres tiene a su disposicion cuando los niños no quieren terminar su cena, bañarse, o ira la cama a tiempo. Se pasea por las calles de noche, recogiendo niños traviesos en su saco para llevarselos a un lugar desconocido, donde algunos dicen, los cocina en estofado.

Esta historia parece tener raices en un crimen real que tuvo lugar en la localidad de Gador en Almeria, España en 1910. Por esta narración, Francisco Ortega, un hombre local, estaba gravemente enfermo de tuberculosis y busco desesperadamente una cura. Por un precio muy alto, un curandero local le dijo que la cura era beber la sangre de un niño sano y luego regar la sangre por su pecho. Y gracias esto el podría curarse inmediatamente.

Francisco se fue al campo, ofreciendo dinero a los agricultores a cambio de sus hijos, cuando vio que nadie le vendia ninguno, el contrato otro hombre para que secuestrara un niño para el.

Un niño de 7 años de edad estaba jugando con sus amigos, pero cuando se separó del grupo,el hombre contratado lo sometió con cloroformo y metio en un saco. Se lo llevaron a casa, le cortaron la garganta y vertieron su sangre en un vaso, del cual bebio Francisco.

Su esposa hizo un balzamo del resto de sangre del chico y lo unto sobre el pecho de su esposo con hierbas y rocas. Cuando el hombre contratado para secuestrar el niño no fue pagado, este se dirigio a la policia y reporto a Francisco. Todos los involucrados fueron encarcelados, y Francisco murio en prision poco tiempo despues.

Esta historia es una sobre codicia y miedo en los adultos, el intercambio de dinero en gran medida fluye en las acciones y persistencia de los adultos. 100 años mas tarde, es una amenaza que las madres murmuran a sus hijos cuando se portan mal.

Curiosamente, mientras que los sudamericanos parecen menos adversos a que los estadounidenses a decir estas historias de miedo a sus hijos, he encontrado recuentos con un toque mas moderno y positivo.

En esta version, la madre es dominante y regaña a su hija amenzandola con el Viejo del saco.

Mas tarde esa noche, al igual que la madre habia amenazado a la hija, un anciano aparece y secuestra a la chica con el saco, llevandola a su caldero y colocandola en su interior, a partir de este burbujeante bano, la hija habla con el anciano, y resuelve su problema de hambruna y pobreza, y finalmente ambos llegan a un acuerdo para compartir la cena que ella nunca termina completa, siempre y cuando el no se la coma a ella.

Este giro potencia los lazos del niño hacia el cuento que le diremos la proxima vez a Luz de 10 años de edad, de Usuhaia, comparte como uno de sus favoritos!!
Mantenganse al tanto!!!

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  • Laura Lee Schaufler November 30, 2015 at 8:05 am Reply

    A bit like threatening children with Santa not bringing them toys if they are naughty. Thanks for sharing your adventures and insight Bethany! Always a treat to read your posts! Praying for you!
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