Campaign Poster for Frank Ortiz Sr.

Excerpts from Sol, Sombra y la Tierra by Mr Ortiz' daughter: "My intimate of this (the Spanish New Mexican) lifestyle came from my father, who with admiration for it tried to relive the idyllic traditional way, and from whom I inherited respect and appreciation of his values.... My father was a person who had travelled all over Mexico, had been to Central America and had just returned to his home town. "Tio" Domingo Pacheco was a kindly, handsome and generous person, who I only knew as Tio (uncle). He helped my parents establish a curio store in two rooms of his apartment directly across from the oldest church. Half a block down the street they had a rooming house, and next to that a service station, which had a sign offering tours to the pueblos. My father was also busy building a family home with the aid of his uncles. In retrospect with that self-deprecating sense of humor of his, he would marvel at his audacity. His old touring car with bald tires and the nearly impassable roads to the pueblos, the curio store with imported items from Mexico, Indian pottery, silver and turquoise jewelry, and handwoven rugs, hardly tourist trinkets, the rooming house barely attracted paying customers. No one had money during the Depression. People did not by gasoline for cars, they traded firewood for kerosene for their lamps, so my father sold firewood. The house he built was called Placita San Miguel and we were a block from the State Capitol complex. Soon my father was involved in politics. He spoke excellent English and Spanish, so he headed out on the campaign trail. He recalled his maiden political speech: while on the way to a political rally, the car radio was tuned into a speech Franklin Roosevelt was giving. He made the issues so clear, my father translated it into Spanish. My father was elected County Clerk when the Roosevelt victory swept Democrats into office. He attended the Presidential Inaugural in Washington D.C. and in a sea of strangers, he saw a man charging toward him from across the room. He gave my father a bear hug and shook his hand, saying he was a 'man from my part of the country.' It was 'Cactus Jack' Nance Gardner, the new Vice President. he had recognized the unique western style of my father's Stetson hat. My father remained a loyal Democrat until his death.... He said that he saw for the first time in his life that the Federal Government was responding to the needs of the people and not an adversary" pp. 71-73.