Salazar Family - Friend and Saviors Of Mormon Pioneers

by Donald L. Haynie

 

When the Mormon converts from the South arrived in the San Luis Valley in the late 1870s, they were poorly prepared as pioneers in a cold and cruel country.  Had it not been for the Hispanics who were already in the Valley, and who immediately befriended them, the Mormons would probably not have survived. Among the Hispanic families who befriended the Mormons was the Salazar family. 

  In his school days in Manassa, one of Elwood Haynie's boyhood friends was Henry Salazar, a descendant of that early Salazar family. Elwood always spoke proudly of his friend, Henry, and claimed that Henry knew where some of the early Mormon sites were located, including the spot where stood the dugout in which my great-grandmother, Emily Haynie, died shortly after arriving in Colorado from Georgia, 

  I have, therefore, always considered the Salazar family to be my friends and, recently, I noticed an account in "The Denver Post" which relates events in the life of Henry Salazar of Rincones, near Manassa, Colorado. That account follows.

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  Manassa - Frozen ridges of mud and puddles glazed with ice covered the yard one recent morning as 75-year-old Henry Salazar pulled on boots, jacket and vest and headed out to feed his cows and horses. His weather-beaten white cowboy hat pulled low on his head, Salazar filled one bucket with ground corn and another bucket with oats.

 "I tell you what," he said, "I've seen a lot of places, but this right here is the only home I ever wanted."  He made a sweeping gesture with a calloused hand, surveying the San Luis Valley. The sky is a cloudless, deep blue. The scrub prairie played a subtle symphony of blues, grays, and greens, punctuated by the startling white of recent snow. A rabbit hopped through the sage. To the east, the barren Los Rincones Pinon Hills rose to block the morning sun.

 Salazar's ancestors were among the early Spanish-American settlers in the San Luis Valley. For four generations, the family has called this corner of the Valley home. That legacy promises to continue. Of Henry and Emma Salazar's eight children, three have remained in the Valley to raise families, two of them in homes they built on the family farm. Some of the couple's thirteen grandchildren display a keen interest in farming.

 The five children who live elsewhere remain fiercely loyal to the family home. Son Ken, 36, director of the state department of natural resources, comes back many weekends to lend a hand. So does Elliot, 30, an auditor for the Internal Revenue Service in Denver.

 "My long-term dream is to move back down there and raise my children..." said Ken Salazar. "My original plan was to spend two years in Denver. That has stretched into ten, but I want my children to grow up in that kind of environment."

 The homestead, five miles from the nearest town, had no telephone until fifteen years ago, and electricity came from a small generator until the mid-1980s.

 Despite their humble origins, Henry and Emma's eight children have rung up impressive accomplishments. All are college graduates. Four have gone on to get graduate degrees. In addition to Ken, a member of Governor Roy Romer's cabinet, there's Elaine 32, who was development director for National Public Radio in Washington, D.C., before taking a leave to attend business school at the University of Texas this fall.

 Leroy, 40, operates a thriving agricultural consulting business near Monte Vista. Leandro, 42, and John, 38, run the family farm, which has evolved into a profitable certified seed potato business.

 Of the youngest three -- 30-year-old triplets -- Elliot works in Denver; Margaret, her husband and three daughters are helping run a Catholic orphanage in rural Mexico; and June works for Intel Corporation in Albuquerque.

 "I was a poor man to start with, and I'm still poor," said Henry, seated in the kitchen now behind a stack of waffles and a mound of bacon.  "But I figured an education was the best thing I could leave to my children.  If the boys lose the farm someday, well, they'll still have the education, and nobody can take that away from them."  Henry and Emma are high school graduates.

 What Henry calls the farm is, in fact, two distinct pieces of land. The original 14-acre Salazar homestead was settled by Henry's maternal grandfather in the late 1850s. Felipe Cantu, born in northern Mexico in 1828, came to the Valley by a circuitous and improbably route.  At age sixteen, while hearding sheep, he was kidnapped by a band of Indians.  He lived as a prisoner with that nomadic band for several months, until he fell ill.  Then the Indians gave him to a Spanish trader from Santa Fe.  

 Felipe lived with the trader and his wife until the couple died many years later. He then wandered north into the San Luis Val­ ley. Felipe and several friends bought plots of land in an area known as Los Rincones (The Corners), once a thriving settlement, now a collection of four houses east of the Mormon-founded town of Manassa. Henry's father's parents migrated into the Valley from northern New Mexico about the same time Felipe Cantu settled in Los Rincones.

 Felipe married Refugio a short time later. Henry's mother, Maria, was born in the adobe home they built on their land. Henry was born in the same room as his mother 32 years later.

 Henry and Emma met at a business college both attended in Santa Fe just before World War II. When the war started, Henry joined the Army and Emma moved to Washington, D.C., to work as a clerk­ typist. After the war, she moved to Cuba, New Mexico, "After a while, I asked myself, 'What am I doing here?'" she said. She moved to Albuquerque and was working for the Veterans Administration when Henry sought her out and proposed. They were married Thanksgiving Day, 1948. "And I've been here on the farm in the Valley ever since," she said with a smile and a shrug,

 Shortly after marrying Emma, Henry bought adjacent plots from families that left the Valley, bringing the homestead to 300 acres.  In 1969, he bought four quarter-sections of land in the La Florida district twelve miles to the south, a stone's throw from the New Mexico border. La Florida began as a place to grow barley and alfalfa but evolved into a 640-acre farm. There, surrounded by breath-taking views of the San Juan and Sangre de Cristo mountains, the family grows certified seed potatoes, bar­ ley for breweries, and alfalfa for its 85 head of cattle and eight horses.

 "We got into the seed potato business because we like challenges," said John, who lives on the family land in a log house he built for his wife and three sons. "Agriculture isn't really a way of life anymore. It's just too competitive. You have to run it as a business -- you have to be a businessman, an accountant, a lawyer, or you can forget it."

 Between March and October, John and brother Leandro put in 18- to 20-hour days, seven days a week. Hard work is a family tradition. In the early years after he bought the La Florida land, Henry used to leave his swing-shift job at the state port of entry in Fort Garland at midnight, drive to his land, and start hand-irrigating the alfalfa about 1:30 a.m. "I'd open one row and let the water run down it. I'd set the alarm clock I kept in the cab, doze for maybe an hour until it went off, the go close the watered row, and open the next one.” 

 By 2 p.m., the irrigating would be finished for the week.  Henry would drive home, shower, grab a sack lunch, and dinner, and then drive back to Fort Garland to start his next shift.  “At that time, my kids were all in school.  I never told them ‘Don’t go to school today because I need help driving cattle or watering or cutting hay.’  I’d rather kill myself working then get my kids out of school to help me.”

 Henry and Emma’s children treat them with a respect bordering on reverence.  Both have been in frail health in recent years, but they haven’t slowed down much.  Henry had a pacemaker implanted two years ago and has chronic lung problems.  Yet he serves on the local cemetery district board and the Conejos County soil conservation district, is active in his church, and does a lot of work on the farm.  “My father,” Leroy said, “is a workaholic.” 

 The couple’s work ethic and value on education live on in their children.  “I came back to the farm because I grew up with values I wanted to see my kids grow up with”, said Leory.

 John, the third son, said growing up poor was no obstacle.  “We were so darn poor we didn’t have any toys, so we’d play with dirt and sticks and pretend we were Dad farming.  Those are some of my happiest memories.” 

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