The Colonial Hotel Brownsville, TX

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5:04 of February nineteen eighty six. Every year, as winter fades and spring peaks around the corner, Brownsville comes alive with one of its oldest and proudest traditions, Chatto Days. Founded in nineteen thirty eight, Chado Days is more than a festival. It's a vibrant celebration of culture, community, and the deep rooted bond between Brownsville and its sister city, Matamoros, just across the river. For a few magical days, the city transforms. Streets are lined with babel bigado, children dress in traditional Mexican and Texan outfits, and families come together to share music, dance, and heritage. You can hear the click of boots and heels on the pavement as Flacuorico dancers twirl in bright colors.

5:57 The scent of roasted corn, the malih and fresh banduse wafts through the air. The sounds of laughter and mariachi echo through downtown. Nineteen eighty six was special. It was the first year the city introduced the Sombretro festival to Chado Days, adding even more heart and soul to the celebrations. Live music contests and food stands filled Washington Park, making it a new tradition that would become a staple of the season. That weekend, people flooded into the city from across the Rio Grande Valley and Northern Mexico. Motels and hotels were filled to capacity. The joy was contagious. Jose and Biatrice, a young couple in their mid twenties from Matamoros, had been married for a little over a year. Jose, quiet but curious, wore oppressed but a nupshirt and jeans, and had the beginnings of a mustache. He was oddly proud of. Was the spirited one, chatty with curly red hair, gold hoop earrings, and a bright laugh that Hosses said could fix any bad day. They'd both grown up going to Chado Days, but this was the first time they attended it together. After a full day of dancing, parades and laughter, they realized they had nowhere to sleep. Every hotel they tried was full. Every hotel but one, the

7:28 Colonial Hotel eleven forty seven East Levee Street, Originally built in nineteen nineteen, it now stood as an aging, forgotten building on the edge of downtown. Its facade hinted at a past grandeur. Faded stonework framed the entrance, and above the doorway a long, burnt out neon sign still read Colonial, but now the brick exterior was weather stained, modeled with years of rain and neglect. Cracks ran along the edges of the structure, and several windows were dark or boarded shut. They stepped into the dimly lit lobby. A lone, tired clerk sat behind the desk, barely lifting his head. The lobby had once been grand, marble tile floors and a wooden staircase hinted at a time when the Colonial had hosted important guests. Now the chandelier was dusty, some bulbs dead, and the floral wallpaper was peeling at the corners. The clerk looked up at the young couple as they walked across the lobby, laughing with joy but visibly exhausted from the festivities. Only one room left, the clerk muttered, Room one O one. Josse and Beatrice didn't ask questions. They were tired, and the bed was all that mattered, so they paid and got the room key. Room one O one greeted them with a creak of hinges and the faintest smell something old, damn and just slightly sour, like

9:03 wet wood left to rot. The lighting was dim, provided by a single flickering lamp on the nightstand. The wallpaper was discolored and bubbled in places. The bed was made, but the comforter had a musty weight to it. One of the dresser drawers was crooked, and the mirror above the sceinc had cracks spidering from the corner. They slipped into pajamas and fell into the stiff mattress without unpacking. Sleep came quickly, shortly after one am. Batris's eyes shot open. Jossett, stop, stop what your hands on my legs? That's not funny.

9:43 Josse didn't answer, because it wasn't him. Biatri shifted, trying to scoot away from the cold, clammy fingers, but they followed, first brushing, then holding, then gripping. She whimpered and sat up sharply. Josey, stop it, what is it? Then he felt them too, hands grasping his legs, wrapping around his ankles, creeping higher. They both shot out of bed, staring at the mattress like it might rise up against them. It wasn't me, Piatrice, it wasn't me. They yanked back the covers, expecting to find something, an animal, stray, bed springs, anything, but there was nothing, just cold sheets and they're tossed around clothes. Jose checked under the bed. Piatrice opened the closet.

10:36 The bathroom door stood open, dark and still there's nothing here, Piatrice said to herself. Jose responded, I'm calling the desk. He picked up the dusty receiver and dialed the old rotary phone to call the front desk. Is there another room? I think there's an animal or something here and we can't sleep, the clerk responded, still half asleep, nada. Everything's full, not just here, probably nowhere else is late Chado days brings in so many tourists they had no choice but to stay. So they clung to each other beneath the covers, trying to reassure Beatrice and himself. Hossa said, let's just try to sleep just until morning, wooly, first thing, and find somewhere else, okay, but keep the lamp on at three am. Jose awoke, drenched in sweat and terrified. His heart pounded, but not from a nightmare. It was something else, something in the room. The air pressed heavy on his chest.

11:45 Every instinct told him something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. He turned his head, trying to shake the fog of fear from his mind. The room was dark, the bedside lamp somehow turned off while they slept. Jose was sure there was something in that room with them. Finally he saw it. In the corner of the room, just beyond the bed, there was a shadow. He blinked. Surely it was just passing headlights from the street outside. The glow from the car should have made it flicker, but it didn't. The shadow stayed. He told himself it was nothing, just a trick of the light, a figment of his groggy mind. But as he continued to stare at it, the unease gnawed at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't a shadow at all, not like any shadow he had seen before. The headlights passed again, illuminating the room with a brief flash, yet the shadow remained unmoved. Something about it was wrong, Josey's breathing quickened.

13:00 His eyes darted around the room, trying to find the source of his fear. Was at the lamp, the faint shifting of the curtains in the breeze, he couldn't tell. But as the seconds dragged on, the shadow only grew more defined. It stretched, it became taller. The shape began to shift. It was thin, too thin, almost like a person, but twisted. The figure seemed to climb higher and higher toward the ceiling, and now jose could see it clearly, a tall, skeletal figure, impossibly tall, stretching, elongating in ways that shouldn't be possible. His breath caught in his throat. Piatrice, wake up. She jolted upright, startled and bleary eyed. What what is it? Jose pointed a trembling hand to the corner of the room, there, right there. Don't you see it yet? He squinted into the darkness, blinking, See what, There's nothing. The corner was empty. The shadow, if it had ever been there, was gone. Jose's voice was strained, urgent. No, I swear it was there, A figure, tall like it was watching us. It didn't move when the headlights passed.

14:19 I stared at it. It grew. Biatrice rubbed her face with both hands. You're scaring me, Jose, because it was real. I'm not making it up. I didn't dream it, I was awake, I felt, I don't, I don't know like it was standing there looking at us. Piatri shook her head, her tone sharpening. Stop just stop first, the hands, now this are you trying to scare me? Is this some joke to you? Jose, hurt and confused, said what, no, why would I do that? You felt the hands too, remember, Piatri snapped, that was different. That could have been you all along. But this, there's nothing there. You're just feeding the fear. Now you're making it worse. I'm not I wouldn't do that to you, Beatrice. I swear to God there was something in that corner. Piatrice stood up, pacing beside the bed, now arms crossed slightly over her chest.

15:15 She looked around the room with frustration and said, maybe we shouldn't have stayed. Maybe this place is just getting in our heads. There must be mold in the walls. Something. The room fell silent, heavy, the kind of silence that seems to wait for something. Else to break it. Piatrice, calmer but still frustrated, said, Josse, do you hear that? Yeah, it sounds like a baby. With a sigh, Piatrice said, we've probably woken someone's kid with all the yelling. Josse, half joking, half relieved, said that explains one sound in this cursed place that he stopped midstep, her head tilting slightly.

16:04 The crying grew louder, too loud. They both turned toward the far wall, where they thought the sound might be coming from. At first they thought it might be the room on the other side of their bathroom, but it wasn't muffled, It wasn't behind anything. Biatriis whispered. He said, that's not next door. The crying intensified, wet and echoing slightly, now with a strange reverberation, as though bouncing off tile. It's coming from the bathroom. They stared at the half open door. Josse took a step toward the bathroom. Pietris held on tightly to Josse's arm. No, no, I don't want to look. Swallowing hard, he said, we can't just ignore it. They stepped toward the door together, every inch of their bodies. Resisting, Jossein reached out and pushed the door fully open. Inside the tub was filled nearly to the rim with cloudy, stagnant water floating on the surface a small figure, pale, limp and shrieking with impossible strength.

17:20 An infant. It opened its eyes to look at them, showing that its eye sockets were bottomless deep pits. Its tiny fists thrashed in slow motion, moving in ways an infant shouldn't, Biatri screamed. Jose stumbled back, No, no, no, no, what is it? What is it? That's not a baby, that's something evil. We have to go, Beatris, We have to leave now. Jossein and Biatris ran, barely grabbing their suitcases as they fled the room, running back to the lobby. Our fathers and hell Mary's poured from their lips the entire way. The hotel's manager was at the desk, staring up as she heard the running footsteps coming down the hall to the lobby. What's happening, she shouted down the hall at the young couple. Patris responded, desperately, we were in room one oh one. That room is evil. What's happening in there? The manager went pale and seemed to hesitate to respond. She swallowed hard and explained, you're not the first that room. We only sell it when everything else is full there. There's been so many complaints. Jose huffed, angry that the clerk from before didn't even warn them.

18:36 How could this happen? Why did he let us stay in that room? The manager continued to explain. Most of the time it happens to people who stay alone. The clerk earlier tonight probably thought you were safe. This is the first time I've ever seen it happen to a couple. Jose and Piatrice stared back at her with shock and anger on their faces. The manager continued, Some say part of this block was built over a lipan apache burial ground. The spirits give people something called ghost sickness. They don't physically hurt you. They just make you see horrible things until your mind goes mad. Jose cut off the manager. Did you hear that crying? The evil baby in the bathtub is still crying? The manager responded, calmly, there is no crying. You are safe. Other people have seen the baby too, but only the people who are alone. You are a couple, though I think it's getting worse. The spirits are getting more restless. Just then, the manager heard the faintest cry coming from down the hallway. She turned pale and looked away from Jose and Beatrice toward the hallway of the hotel rooms. I think I hear it too.

19:51 I've never heard the baby before, but I hear it now. Jose and Beatrice didn't wait one more second and ran from the lobby. They drove right back to Matamoros that night. Today, the Colonial Hotel no longer takes guests. Room one oh one has been locked for years. No one stays there anymore, but sometimes late at night local say they still hear crying.

20:38 Welcome back, cool friends, How did we do? What do you think? Of course, this is another original story by Jeff and myself, and I tried to put a little bit of some voice acting in there. I haven't really done that that much before. I don't know. Let me know what y'all think. Are we getting the Oscar, the Emmy, no Grammy or Tony Because I wasn't singing, but well no, actually I sang Happy Birthday at the beginning this. This episode could get me an egot anyway, we're gonna jump into some sources that we have here. So the first source is from Valley Central dot com. This is an article that was published by Salvador Gastro and Elizabeth Guimez Battino. This was posted in October of twenty twenty, so god, I believe that's five years ago. Twenty twenty was like last month, I don't know. Anyway, This says Brownsville a place of Forgotten Secrets. And this is kind of like a listicle of several haunted places in Brownsville, and so of course or haunted Figures two, but the first one on the list is the Colonial Hotel. This is a really short entry about the Colonial Hotel and then it goes into the other stories. So if you would like to see this link again, it's Valleycentral dot com Brownsville Places Forgotten Secrets. And the direct links to all of these sources will be in the Susto Google doc for Patreon subscribers. So this one says the Colonial Hotel, built in nineteen fifteen, has had several reports of paranormal activity, particularly in Room one oh one, where several guests have said they've seen a dead infant, which is tragic and also very scary in the shower and where guests felt

22:10 unseen hands grabbing them under the sheets and from under the bed. So this room is just pure nightmare fuel, speaking a nightmare fuel. So this web page that I'm on, it has like a scrolling ad next to where I see my view of myself on camera, and it looked like there was something like the ad is literally right next to my monitor, so it looked like something was moving behind me, and I almost the scream. I almost scrumped false alarm. Anyway, And mind you, I am recording late at night. It is almost eleven wave past my bedtime. I'm just gonna try and get through this without any more nightmare fuel, like Room one oh one at the Colonial Hotel. So they wrote in this short entry about the Colonial Hotel, and it's very true. It's what I was thinking when I was hearing about this story when Jeff brought it up to me, and we're looking into it.

23:00 They said, here, it reminded us a bit of the Shining Room two thirty seven. Right, this continues. Rumor has it visitors went into hysterics after checking into Room one oh one and finding a crying phantom baby floating in the bathtub. The Colonial Hotel is known as one of the ten most haunted hotels in Texas, so I wonder there are also there's a last little note here that says multiple suicides allegedly have taken place in Room one oh one at the Colonial Hotel as well. So it's giving very yes the Shining Room to thirty seven. What's the other haunted hotel in Los Angeles? The Secoul the Season Hotel. I'd like, I knew it, but it was escaping my mind. That kind of vibe too, right, is it? I feel like, is what's going on? But one of the top ten haunted hotels or one of the ten most haunted in Texas. I wonder if The board House is considered as one of those because the board House, if you remember that story, I've covered it on Sustal and I actually spent a night there, which I said I would never do that again, but I'm kind of considering it. If we know of any paranormal investigators out there, paranormal investigation teams out there that would like to go investigate the the board House and collab with me on the crossover episode, I would I would go again for something like that, anything for content, right, But I wonder if the board House is also on that list because it's technically now a hotel. Thank you Valley Central for that information. So the next source that we have here is from a Facebook post from says Brownsville Memories is the name of the page. Yes, Brownsville Memories. Brunzel Memories

24:32 is a place where I post old stories and photos of Brownsville, South Padre Island. And then the description is getting cut off. So Brunzel Memories on Facebook, thank you for having this up. But there's a picture here. It says Brownsville Before and after and it shows Traveler's Hotel in nineteen thirties, which is I wonder if that's what they called it before. Their second photo is from twenty eighteen. It's called the Colonial Hotel. Fun fact, for about a full year I worked in Brownsville. And for those of you those are here from the valley, you know the geography of the area. You know that in the valley we build out, not up. If you're not from the valley, we build out, not up. So what that means is that we're all from the valley, right, It's a collection of cities and towns, but they're so far spread apart.

25:22 A twenty minute drive with no traffic whatsoever on the highway will get you very far. So again, fun fact. I used to work in Brownsville, but where I lived, where I was living at the time, it was an hour commute one way, and I would make that drive every morning to go to work and every evening to go home. That's how big the valley is. And it's also so beautiful, and it's got rich culture, super cool history like this here. I'm going to post this picture here because it looks really cool. It's again the second photo from twenty eighteen. It's a photo, and the first one it looks like an illustration. It's even got like the old timey cars. It's the nineteen thirties right, So it just looks really cool. But a fun detail on this post. It's three lines. It says Travelers Hotel, Colonial Hotel, built nineteen nineteen, expanded nineteen twenty four. And this says in two thousand and two a fire destroyed the fifth floor.

26:12 The hotel was renovated, but the floor was not replaced. So I wonder if they just kind of like they renovated the rest of the hotel around the fifth floor like below and above, and they just were like, whatever, we don't need this floor. There's not much in here. That's literally all the posts says, but there are tons of people in the comments that are talking about it. A lot of people saying that, you know, they have family history that dates back to this hotel in its heyday. Right. The second post that we have here, this is from the newsroom at UTRGV, which I have been featured in Hide the Newsroom. It's a video. It's a minute thirty five video. So again, this direct link is in the suit to Google docs if you want to look it up. It's on the newsroom at utrgv's Facebook page and it says second most haunted place in the RGV and a quick description on here. I'm not going to play the video.

27:00 This is their property, so please go watch it. On their page, it says doctor David Bowles, friend of the pod who has been on Sustal. He was I think one of my first guests, so thank you. Mister David Boles an amazing writer. If you all have not checked out his work, please do. I have several of his books a couple of them signed. But this says doctor David Bowles, assistant professor for the UTRGV Department of Literature, This and Cultural Studies. This is posted in twenty eighteen. I'm not sure if that's still his current position. This says, continues the list of the most haunted places in the valley. Here is number two. I can't remember what number one was. I'm pretty sure I have the book that this is from. It's got like a bunch of you know, haunted history kind of places in the valley, so I will say.

27:41 In this video, essentially doctor Bowles is talking about the some of the history of this place. Again it's allegedly built on top of desecrated lip Bana Pacha burial grounds that he's encouraging people to go check it out if they are feeling brave enough. I'm not sure if you can still get into the building. I don't believe you can, but I guess at the time you still could. He's also talking about the alleged suicides that took place either in that room specifically or in the hotel, and also this idea of the ghost sickness right where you are not really physically hurt but these visions are kind of forced on you, and so it kind of drives you a little bit mad. Right, it's just mentally taxing. It's a mental attack, a spiritual psychic attack, this idea of ghost sickness. So again, go check out that video. The next source that we have here, this is from actually Texas co oppower dot com for Electric cooperative members. I love that they have an article about ghosts on here.

28:39 This says Ghosts history and legends, visit Brownsville for haunting and historical ghost tours. And this was published by Nidia oh Dapia Guensalez in October of twenty twenty one. This is just kind of a general story about Brownsville and its alleged hauntings, which again, the Colonial in Brownsville is not the only haunting alleged haunting in the city. There are many places. I know there's a really popular cemetery. Please forgive me. I cannot remember the name right now. I'm going to look it up in a second. But I went there kind of to check it out one day just to see, you know, what the stories were about. And it's a really I don't know, I feel this weird, strange sense of comfort in cemeteries. And I know they can be very polarizing, and there are times when I feel like, yes, they are very kind of charged spaces because of the energy that's there, the experiences that living people have there when they're laying their loved ones to rest.

29:30 But also I feel like there's just a sense of peace. I forgot which show or movie I heard it in, but someone said about cemetery. They were like, there's nothing there, It's just bodies, it just remains. There's nothing else, nothing scary, and there's something oddly peaceful about that. I don't know. Let me know how you feel about cemeteries in the comments for this episode, But this says this article one part mentions imagine ghosts so evil with the potential of causing insanity to the point of suicide, again referencing that ghost sickness. The ghosts of the Colonial Hotel in downtown Brownsville are known to do just that. Unsettled ghosts are believed to be the spirits of Lipana Pace, whose grave site was desecrated during the construction of the building. Again, there's that idea. Okay, I found the cemetery. I believe it is the Las Botmas Cemetery in Brownsville. I want to say that's the one. I just googled haunted Brownsville Cemetery and there are several links that popped up, including a couple of videos, so I'll probably throw those in the susto Google docs as well, but also it'll just come up with a quick Google search. So yeah, I remember, I can't remember who I went with to that to go check it out, but yeah, it was. I don't know I was. That was one of those experiences in a cemetery that I had where it felt that kind of sense of peace. But also again it's allegedly very haunted, so I don't know what I was feeling. Maybe my frequencies were off and I wasn't catching what everyone else was feeling, but there was that. So the last two sources that I have here, these are about Chado Days.

30:54 So Chatter Days is a real event. It's a real festival that happened in the Rio Grendezva, happens in Brownsville, Texas. Chatta Days and Sonabredo Fest. But just to read a bit more about what Chado Days is. This is from tshaonline dot org, simply titled Chatto Days. Wow. This says it was published in nineteen seventy six, so I'm not sure where. Maybe this was like a newspaper article and then they added it to it says updated July fourth, twenty seventeen. This is by Lauda Batrisia Garza and Teresa Plomon Acosta. A beautiful picture to start with right away, and I will be posting these, this says. Chado Days is an annual fiesta celebrated in the city of Brownsville, Texas, during the latter part of February. This festival commemorates the Mexican heritage of the area and bonds both Mexican and American sides of the Rio Grande. Regardless of the harsh period of economic crisis left by the Mexican Revolution and World War One, border cities such as Brownsville continued growing during the early decades of the twentieth century. In nineteen thirty seven, influenced by the Citrus Fiesta in Mission, Texas and the opening of the Port of Brownsville, Brownsville is this man Kenneth Faxon, known as the father of Chado Days, and selected members of the Pan American Roundtable, directed the local Chamber of Commerce to coordinate a committee to commemorate a fiesta and pre Lenten festivity. The event was named Chado Days in honor of the Chadros or dashing Mexican gentleman cowboys. The first Chado Days celebration was held on February twenty fourth to twenty seventh, nineteen thirty eight. The

32:25 fiesta consisted of three parades, dances, races, motor and sell boat, a bullfight, a rodeo, a concert by the Banda de Artieria from Mexico City, a grand ball, and a Noche Mehiicana held in Matamoros. Paramountain Us documented the first Chado Days celebration and released an approximately fifteen minute colored motion picture that was shown throughout the valley in spring of nineteen thirty eight. I need to find that documentary. If I find it, it's going in the Susto Google docs as a link. And there are again just really cool pictures here. Wow, there's an immature from fourteen ninety two and there's it's a man and a woman riding this horse and you can see there's a building in the background and there's people just lining the sidewalk and there's people also sitting outside of the windows from like the second story, watching the parade. God, it's so beautiful. To encourage the wearing of regional costumes of Mexico, a booklet of Patterns for Chado Days was issued in nineteen forty nine and featured drawings of women's and men's traditional apparel for Michwakan, Whaka, Yukatan, and Chiapas, as well as other regions of the country. The China boblana dress and the Chadro suit are among the most popular costumes worn during Chado Days. During the early nineteen fifties, the international bridges across the Rio Grande were open for all to cross and partake in festivities the way it should fucking be.

33:42 Instead we have Elon Musk in Bronsville trying to colonize it. And I'm trying to have a good time with this and I don't want to go there. But listen, if you're here, you know how I am. You know how I feel about these things, and I'm sure you feel the same way or similar or at least green agree with me that it's a little sad to see how this was celebrated before and where we are now as a country, but also how the Brownsville is being affected by a billionaire who frankly is a phony and doesn't know what he's doing. So I'm just going to leave that there to continue with the good vibes we will say. The Mister Amigo Association was created by members of the Brownsville Chamber of Commerce in the early nineteen sixties to promote international relations between the United States and Mexico. A nominee for Mister Amigo of the Year has to be a role model for the Hispanic community by showing excellence in their personal and professional life, and also must be a Mexican citizen. So there's been so many winners. Among them has been Vicente Fernandez Juangabriel, whoa these names are amazing.

34:46 In nineteen eighty six, the Sombeto Festival was included to the list of main events during Chado Days to enrich the fiesta spirit throughout this city. This three day event takes place in Washington Park, located in historic downtown Brownsville, and hosts different attractions including the Haavenue Eating Contest, the Grito Contest, and the Chadro Bean Cookoff. Otto Beans. The Sombretto festival presents Hispanic artists, live music, and food booths. The last thing this says here is the Chado Days Festival begins with a traditional Mexican grito, a celebratory cry at the Gateway International Bridge, and with an exchange of words and gifts by the mayors of both cities. Since the earliest Chado Days Fiesta, the celebrations have included as many as four parades complete with floats, Erodeo, Mariacci and Marine Bach concerts, and ballet float folklodogo performances by school students, which I'm not sure if I've said this before. I used to be a folklodo go dancer. I don't know if anybody knows that. I'm gonna try really hard. I'm going to see if my mom can get me a picture before this episode goes up so I can post it with the social post for this in my little folk Clodogo get up. Because listen, I was good at it too. I loved it, and I wish I had continued it because I think folk Goodoo is such a super cool dance. I see like professionals universities with their folklodogo programs and it's it looks so cool, so a fun fact. If you didn't know, now you know, I'm going to try and get a picture of of that in the social post for this episode and ballet Folklodorico performances by school students. Two principal street dances, the Notche Mehiicana and the Vile del Sol, are both held in the city of Brownsville. A Chado Days fiest organization oversees

36:17 the extensive program and the twenty tens of celebration spanned a week or more of various events. Wow. And the very last entry that I have here, this is a good old Wikipedia, good old Wikipedia entry, and honestly, this is just reiterating everything that was in this last link. It says. Chatto Days, also known as Chatto Days Fiesta or Chatter Days Festival, is a two nation fiesta and an annual four day pre lent and celebration held in Brownsville, Texas in cooperation with Matamoos Stamolipas. The Grito, a Joyous Mexican shower opens the festivities every year. This festival is a shared heritage celebration between the two border cities of Brownsville, Texas and Matamoros Stamo, Alipas. The Chado Days festivals usually have about fifty thousand attendees each year. This celebration includes a Sombredo festival as well as a parade that goes down Elizabeth Street through historic downtown Bronswelle, Texas, which is where I worked. I worked in downtown Bronswelle on Elizabeth Street.

37:10 This continues. The festival was first organized again nineteen thirty seven, celebrated in nineteen thirty eight by the Bronzel Chamber of Commerce to recognize Mexican culture and honor the chadles or again the dashing Mexican gentleman cowboys, which is how I would love to be described one day. Oh, this is an interesting tidbit here that is not in the previous one, it says. In addition, it is stated in the official web page that the Chadow Days festival was also created to bring people together during the effects of the Great Depression. Although not proven, it is rumored that the first unofficial Chatto Days was realized in the early to mid eighteen hundreds when people from the city of Bronsville, Texas and Matamoros Damlipas just across the Grande in Mexico came together to celebrate a cooperative cultural festival to honor the two nations.

37:52 This says the festival did go on hiatus in nineteen forty two to nineteen forty five and for twenty twenty one, which I believe was twenty twenty one. The shutdown was that the COVID shutdown time is not real to me anymore. This is wild, so wow. And then it says more about mister Amigo, about the you know, the get ups that people wear, some of the events that they have that goes on at Chadow Days and Sombdato Festival. If you're ever in Brownswell Textus during Chatter Days, if you have the opportunity, please go check it out. And those are all the sources that we have for you today.

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