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by Art Santellen, REALTOR®

Note: I'll be out of town for the holidays. This is the same message I left with you last year. The words are still true and hopefully, this year's message will be shared with thousands of new Hispania News readers on the Internet. So I'd like to, again, leave you with this holiday message.

The reverence we hold for this land pales in comparison to the reverence held by Native Americans for the land. In a corner of Colorado, ancient Native Americans built their pueblos. 

Today, we call this place, Mesa Verde. Alongside this mesa there is a valley with an ancient trade route once used by the Spaniards, then the Mexicans. It was used to carry the riches of the north to Mexico and the colonists of the south to Colorado. After 500 years, our ties to the land have been strengthened by the sweat and tears of our ancestors...and, sometimes by their blood. 

The Sangre de Cristo mountains, these are the mountains our forefathers saw as they traveled north from the Spanish colony of Santa Fe. The wind whispering through the aspen, cottonwood and evergreens tell us this land is a spiritual land. So, we should not be surprised at how strong the land beckons us.

Not far from La Junta, one can still see the fort from which restless trapers and traders rested from their trek along the trail that began in the disillusionment of the East and lead to the promise of the West. 

From here, Kit Carson and other military men traveled along the Santa Fe Trail toward the battlefields of the Mexican - U. S. War of 1846 in California. Just west of Pueblo, the first recorded birth of an "Anglo" child was born to a Mormon couple. They were probably on their way to Utah but the beauty and promise of Colorado captured them just as it has captured so many of us. 

Who can say how many Hispanic children were born in the previous 300 years? So, we should not be surprised at how strong the land beckons us.

In Rocky Ford there is a cemetery whose tombstones read like a history book. There, we read the names of Hispanic families that buried their dead from the very first days the town was little more than a place to rest along the trail headed toward the Rocky Mountains. Here, we also see the names of Hispanic young men who gave their lives in many, many wars so that we, today, might live in liberty. Here also, are buried those who survived the wars but lived out the balance of their lives carrying the scars of warfare in their hearts and in their minds. 

There, do you see it? There is the name of he infant daughter of a Hispanic family too poor and too far from the medical help she desperately needed. Here also are the names of the farm workers who toiled in the hot sun in fields surrounding the cemetery. Here you can see the names f the sugar beet factory workers who tried so hard to be good providers for their family. There, just over there, is the grandmother who raised her children with love and honor. She was the one who was "The one sure thing" for her children and grandchildren growing up in a troubled time. So, we should not be surprised at how strong the land beckons us.

The mountains, the streams, the forests, the plains and the fields. They are all spirits that remind us of our ties to the land. In villages from northern New Mexico, to the eastern plains, and from Wyoming around to Utah, from Four Corners, past Mesa Verde and throughout the San Luis Valley...the land beckons us.

This year. Yes, this is the year we make our family a promise. A promise that next year we will give our children and grandchildren a Christmas gift worth keeping...a little house on our very own piece of land. Not because we will love them more, but rather because to do less would show less respect and reverence for the land that beckons us so.

If you do this, I promise you that generations yet unborn will revere the memories of births and weddings, of graduations and baptisms, of life and death in your home. And every Christmas the tamales will taste better. Your home will be like mine where every Christmas Eve, my entire family including the nieces and nephews, cousins, uncles and aunts get together at the family home. We eat home made tamales, drink perhaps a little too much, share stories, tell jokes, open Christmas gifts and mostly share our love for one another. Oh yes, the family adventurer, Uncle Art (and who is the woman he bringing with him this time?) comes from far away.

Merry Christmas and the happiest of the holiday season from my family to yours.

The answers to these, and other fascinating real estate questions will be answered here, in Hispania News, next week.

When you're ready to buy or sell a home, see a REALTOR® Art is a REALTOR® with Heritage Realtors in Colorado Springs.

If you have a real estate question you’d like answered, please send them to

Art Santellen, care of Hispania News,
PO Box 15116,
Colorado Springs, CO 80935

Art Santellen via e-mail







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