DO TREASURES HAVE REAL SPIRITS

[Crosse De Sign]

Relevent,

Here ya' go. Good songwriting, a smooth style.
A ballad of a real character. I don't know why,
the Federales, let that one get away, that is,
if they really did...

Did Jesse James really mastermind, and pull
off the robbery of a Mexican Federal gold
pack-train, down in Chihuahua?

Then lead the 18 burros, to the rocky and often
dry, Wichita Mountains, in the far Southwestern
corner, of the Old Indian Territory?

Surprised and caught in a blizzard, cached it,
only later to return, and remove it?

Maybe partly, to the location, having been
carved long ago, on the rock map way later
found, that was named and etched in stone,
The 'Madrugada Estrella Mapa Oro' ?

There has been some tantalizing evidence,
to suggest and indicate, it is very possible,
that he did indeed. No hard evidence, or
real proof though, of that supposed site,
has ever been disclosed, or proven, for
it to have been found, or exist...

The burnt pack saddle buckles, found after
Frank James indicated to the Dr., that he
was looking for something west of Apache,
on the north side of the old worn mountains.

That the locals, by observation of Frank's own
activities and attitudes, didn't believe that he had
ever found. Thinking, he was possibly even noticeably
frustrated about it, when he finally gave up, retired, left
and forever moved away, from the long hunted area...

Reckon Jesse could have moved it, quietly while
Frank was not around, to a secreted location,
and then never had the chance, to tell his
close, only brother, that he trusted about it?

Some well known local events, observed, and
documented in history. That was really witnessed
and recorded there, in the wild old Indian land,
of the ancient Wichita's...

 

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[Crosse De Sign]

Another 'ol outlaw ballad, that was a
successful literary, and musical work.

Wild spirited men, we may often ponder...

Their tough life's ways, ruthless power,
much hard riding, blood, theft, murder...

While ever seeking precious gold, an' shiny silver treasures....

 

[Crosse De Sign]

A spirited 'ol Southern American hillbilly, talkin' 'bout the
treasured hill country folks' lives, and rich family traditions...

... I had a good friend in New York City,
He never called me by my name, just Hillbilly...

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Rebel, Visualize you're on vacation, treasure hunting on the beach... Taking a lunch break, watching a video shoot, with lot's of brass and strings... Your bare feet in the sand, and the waves are coming in, rolling up close to your chair, in the fresh ocean breeze...

Well, I remember that and DO like 'em.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

I don't know if Mexico would have us Reb. Would make a good video though. Getting our backpacks dumped in interrogation. Dried beans and Twinkies,army shovels and maps, canvas sacks.. Singin Poncho and Lefty.

In Spanish...?

 

[releventchair]

In Spanish...?

If caught we would have time to learn.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

If caught we would have time to learn.

Aye, Ye, Ye, ye...

 

[Crosse De Sign]

I missed it I guess...

If caught with dried beans an' twinkies?

Army shovels and maps, canvas bags

Hmmn, maybe you can dig yer way out...

But, If ye get caught for what?...

 

[releventchair]

Admit nothing. Deny all charges. Make counter accusations.
Just goin for a hike is all.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

That's Right, jus' hikin', lookin' at the deep blue sky...

At the most, maybe huntin' fer a lil' meteorite?...


With permission, of course, but gettin' snagged up in 'ole Mexico,
and accused of whatever, doesn't sound like fun treasure huntin' tho' ...

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

geeze guys, the broads are worth it.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

geeze guys, the broads are worth it.

Tropical Tramp, This hillbilly is plenty good 'nough,
even better, ta' be yer sneaky Oirish self's friend, ha ha...

What are ye doin' up this late, er, early hour youngin'

Thought ya' went to the teepee rug (wigwam, adobe, long house)
when the chickens laid down, I mean roosted...

As to yer comment of the worth, got any extrees, sides the

twins, (tortillas may not be 'nough, to entertain a twangin'
Scotch Indian American hillbilly gitfiddle picker)...

Just jokin', maybe, I mean surely...
Sides, doubtful if ye can prove ery a word of it, he he...

 

[Crosse De Sign]

Sometimes I feel, like a man in the wilderness.

~: Out True Treasure huntin' spirit war...

Left here to fight, never not knowing why,

Sometimes, it all makes sense you know.......

Sometimes, It makes no sense at all........
It makes no sense at all...

 

[Alkanira]

I can hear my empty cartridges that ive found over the years, chanting every night, so Most def Spirits in findings!

 

[Crosse De Sign]

I can hear my empty cartridges that ive found over the years, chanting every night, so Most def Spirits in findings!

Hi Alkanira,

Never heard that me self, what else...

Got any good stories... What country are ye in?
Thanks, Crosse...

PS. I'd be runnin' them 'ol weak cartridge spirits plum off, he he...

 

[Crosse De Sign]

Yep,

There's definitely, some lil' clues to the map,
in some a' them treasure huntin' songs...

 

[Crosse De Sign]

Ol' Clint, always lookin' out for bountiful treasure...

 

[Alamosmoon]

DO TREASURES HAVE REAL SPIRITS?

Here's an idea. What about great riches, and the trouble that often likes to tag along? There is no mistaking that there is sometimes a price to pay for newly found treasure(s) or sudden wealth. We've seen it in often. The person who won the lottery, perhaps, and within a short time span begins to have a series of bad luck.
And, since we are on one of my favorite topics; Mexico, there are a few stories that might interest you.
Now, Don Jose' and I have touched on just a few of the many stories that the village of Alamos, tucked high into the Sierra Madres, holds. There are plenty! Almost too many to count. Like a Mexican candy jar, filled to the rim. Which one shall I pick?
Hmmm... (Hand in jar, swirling around). Okay. Got one. Let's start with the silver strike that changed this place, forever.
By 1790, Alamos was one of the largest silver producers and by the mid-nineteenth century, the capital of Occidente. But, with these riches, trouble came.
For nearly two centuries, the people of Alamos experienced floods, droughts, plagues, and famine. There was political unrest and continual Apache, Yaqui, Tarahumara, and Mayo (Indian) uprisings. Federalists, Colonists, Liberals (not to mention 'banditos') overran the beautiful village at one time or another.
In the 1860's, under Napolean's reign, Emperor Maximillion's troops occupied Alamos and hastily drove away all of the silver barons.
Mexican rebels took it back the following year, and the Revolution drove away most colonial landowners.
By the way early 1900's, the mines closed, in addition to the railroad and mint. At this time, the money was gone and only a few hundred people remained.
But, even with these series of unfortunate events, there was still a magical lure to this village.
In fact, as the legend goes, Pancho Villa's troops arrived there, with one intent, to burn it down. But, one man would not have it. That was Pancho Villa, himself. When he arrived, he suddenly vowed that when he returned from his mission(s), he would (like so many other interesting characters) make Alamos his home. However, he never did return, for he was killed shortly thereafter. But, Alamos was saved from an untimely demise right then, and later (much later) would eventually be restored to it's former grandeur.
Grand it was! Let's go back to the part when the silver barons ruled. Life was good. Really good, for awhile.
To be continued... Tortillas, anyone?

 

[Alamosmoon]

Alamos. Just the word makes me happy. Why? I love it not only for the people (yes, Crosse', the señoritas are exquisite) but for it's stately (and even understated) presence.
Alamos also made some other people very happy; Silver Barons. Among the foothills filled with flowers, mesquites and paloverde trees, something else was found; Plata. It was a time to rejoice! There was silver, and so much of it.
Wait! Un taza de café, anyone? I'll be right back.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

Encore! Encore!

Putting guitar down, tipping hat,
and grinnin' real big, southern style

Yes a fresh tortilla, would go well with
some tender seasoned chicken, a little beans,
fresh salsa, a little thin line of verde, a little
salad, and a dash of sour cream, ummm...
(Oh, I have all that other stuff, just need a fresh tortilla)...



Coffee anyone, I'm gonna lay down directly, just been
havin' a little research and postin' party, well goofin' off...

Thank You for the intro, a very interesting one,
hope more is to come, just love it!...