Would You Like to Meet Us?

Hello, my name is Charles Hayes, and I want to help relate to all of you Guevaras, and interested parties, information that has been
accumulating for the past ten years.

It will be a joint effort by Kathryn Peralta and myself. Kathryn is my deceased wife, Margaret’s, cousin. Their mothers were sisters.
Kathryn will assume the duties of web master, editor, layout specialist, tactician and other technical duties. I will furnish her the
information that I’ve been fortunate to collect in the past, and hopefully in the future. She has degrees in Bachelor of Arts, Master’s in
Teaching, and a Doctorate in Jurisprudence. I couldn’t hope for a more capable partner. Of course, she’s a bonafide Guevara. Those
are her credentials.

I of course am not a Guevara, except, perhaps by association. I’ll tell you of the course that I’ve personally taken to help accumulate
information on this grand adventure, and you can judge if I have earned the right to help relate to you this beautiful story.
—I was married to a Guevara for 36 years
—A fair amount of trips have been taken. The trips were for the purpose to visit folks, many of them Guevara descendants, to obtain
information on several lines of my wife’s ancestors, mostly the Guevara line, and to view this beautiful land of ours.
—More than a few journeys to beautiful Salt Lake City, which is the pinnacle for genealogy information, happened, and I’ll say that 75
per cent of the research time was on the Guevaras.
—Traveling to Lincoln County, N.M.on a yearly basis since this adventure began. The area might be considered the cradle of the
Guevara story north of the Rio Grande.
—It has been a true labor of love and I believe that I've put much effort into the project.

I don’t want you to believe that I’m bragging, but it has been a hobby, and luckily I’ve been in a position to be able to pursue the
hobby. To you young non-Guevara fellows out there: marry a Guevara gal, give to her your weekly paycheck, she’ll give you your
allowance, and when the time comes to retire everything will be okay. And to you young Guevara ladies out there: show your
sweetheart this story.

So, if you’re comfortable with us, we hope that you’ll take our word for the following: we’ll be as honest as we can about the material
that you’ll be reading. Much of the documentation, I was fortunate enough to find. Some documentation was given to me, and some
was easily retrieved, and not much effort went into obtaining documents such as extractions of church baptisms, etc. We’ll give credit
to the providers of documents, pictures, and other information as best we can. If somehow there is duplicate information out there, and
there probably is, it would be coincidental. If I had known someone who has researched this particular line of the Guevaras, I could
have saved considerable time and expense. We’re not in the plagiarism business.

We’ll let you know how I got involved in this venture and progressed, and how, at times, the search became frustrating. We'll take the
family back in time, and perhaps some day, way back. We’ll show birth documentation of the cornerstone of this story, who is
Ygnacio, in the early 1800s. There are documents of his parents’ marriage and his grandparents’ marriage that you’d probably like to
view. We’ll bring the family to what is now New Mexico, and we’ll explore the various places where they lived and travel with them in
time. We’ll talk about el Real San Francisco del Tuerto, Manzano, Missouri Plaza, Lincoln, White Oaks, Carrizozo and other places.

We hope to display pictures, mostly of family members. But there are other interesting photos that could be used such as pictures of
churches, areas where they lived, and perhaps grave monuments would be appropriate.

All of my material was destined for Mike Avina’s (a Guevara) newsletter AvinaGuevara, which he began in January 2003 and ceased
publishing October of that same year. I was waiting for more issues, and then I was informed that Mike was quite ill.I had prepared the
following for a newsletter:
           “Genealogy is corny. At one time those were my sentiments on the subject. And I had those opinions from time to time when the
    matter was brought up. Let those poor souls rest. Their lives were difficult enough. And their descendants are reaping the benefits of
    their hardships. Of course, I kept my views to myself. Well, genealogy is corny . . . unless one somehow gets involved, either by
    accident or design. Then the corny, time consuming, at times very frustrating, low energy endeavor can become a grand, exciting
    adventure, and the undertaking can take you as far as you want to travel, I’m finding out.
           Hello, my name is Charles Hayes, and I expect by now that you folks know where I’m leading. My adventure started about six
    years ago, and my reason for getting involved was because of necessity. I wanted to try to locate some of my deceased wife, Margaret’
    s, relatives—preferably, folks living. After a year and one-half, I was successful. So, without realizing it, I had ventured into the corny
    world of genealogy in order to help get information on the location of Margaret’s relatives. I was eternally grateful.
           After taking a trip to Colorado and New Mexico, and meeting Margaret’s sisters Faye and Mary, I returned home and wondered
    what next? I had been on an extraordinary high the last couple of months of my search when I began to get good information on
    Margaret’s family. With the search for the two most important living relatives completed, there was a letdown for me. I was proud of
    what I had accomplished, but I needed to find out more. I wanted to know more about the mystery woman that I was married to for
    thirty-six years. When she left, she caused me to shed many tears and spend many frustrating hours, days, weeks and months
    searching for her family. In a way, I figured that she owed me. And I suppose that was my justification for becoming a corny person
    and delving into her past and her heritage, and do what I was about to do. I felt that I had become an amateur detective, a very lucky
    one, at that, and I believed that my luck would continue. I was going to join all of the other corny people, who involve themselves in the
    second largest hobby, behind gardening, I was told. In October 1997 I ordered microfilm of the 1910 United States Census for Lincoln
    County, New Mexico. I was on my way to a new adventure in my life. And some adventure it has become.
           When I first started this undertaking, I collected documents, filed them, and sent copies to a few people that were interested in the
    families that I was researching. The main family that I was involved with was the Guevara family, who my wife was descended from
    on her mother, Flora’s, paternal side. Guevara is a swell surname to research, and when the title “Ladron” or “Nino Ladron” is added,
    the name becomes terrific.  The name made my searching much easier than having a common name to work with, and the more I got
    involved, the more enthused I became.  
           The only parties that I had contacted, and that might be interested in the Guevara information, were descendants of Margaret’s
    grandfather, Lorenzo. Then, a couple of years ago I made contact with other Guevara descendants of Lorenzo’s two brothers and a
    sister. The interest in the Guevara connection was considerably expanded. And the newsletter published by Mike Avina and Company
    reaches out and helps inform those who are interested. And I’m going to try to help inform folks who may be interested in their roots.
          I have been very fortunate on this grand adventure. I’ve been able to travel in search of information, and to meet Margaret’s
    relatives. I have obtained information sometimes that I wondered why was I so lucky to obtain it. I’ve met people by accident that were
    able to help me, and I wondered why. This search has been very rewarding and gratifying for the last six years. There are many folks
    that have helped me—way too many to acknowledge. Yet, I’m very obligated to acknowledge the help of so many for this wonderful
    opportunity that I’ve had at this stage of my life, to do what I have had the freedom to do, and the manner in which I’ve been able to
    do it. I’ll let one name represent the many thousands to whom I’m so indebted—Hugh Allen Jones. As young men and women, many
    of them gave up all of their tomorrows. And they are still sacrificing. They are resting at such places as Normandy, Anzio, Cambridge,
    Manila and other cemeteries overseas, as well as in the United States.
           I believe that the information that I am able to pass on is but a minor amount that will eventually be obtained on the Guevara line
    which may regress centuries back in time. So, you folks that would be inclined to become a little corny, you may want to get your
    feet wet and get on the bandwagon. Try it, you may like it.

Mike passed away June 14, 2004. Thank you Mike for your efforts.

On several of my trips to Salt Lake City I obtained some swell information and I began to realize that it was urgent to share my
collection, so I signed on the Internet with that intention. It was a project that I didn’t want to embark upon by myself, so I invited
Kathryn as a partner. I expect her to keep me in check when I become long-winded, probably, such as I already have. And this story
will be ongoing. I expect that there will be adding, subtracting, editing and moving of material, etc.

See how ladies with unusual and pretty names such as Maximiliana, Rita Anacleta de la Trinidad, Francisca Theresa, Maria de los
Santos, Adalia, Flora, Clara Juliana, Adelina and others fit into the story. Okay you Guevaras from the past, we’re going to introduce
you to your descendants, so let’s take a grand journey back in time.

                                Would Like to Hear from You:   Charles@nino-ladron-de-guevara.com
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