Loco Lencho was a man who lived in a dump, El Dumpé, which was north of
St. Mary's and just east of the Santa Cruz River. This was in the Thirties;
I-10 runs through there now.
"He was there because, well, the story was that he had come home drunk one
day and hit his mother and...he decided to punish himself, so what he did
was tied rocks on his hands...it was like a promise to God that he had was
going to punish himself, you know, and he said that he was going to live,
eat, and sleep [in El Dumpe]. He was raggedy all the time. I can't tell you
what he looked like because we kids were all afraid of him, and he was
a-well, he never harmed anybody, he was just living there on account of his
vow and so he could not talk to anybody because it was his vow and we used
to call him-well, everybody used to call him-Loco Lencho."
(Lydia Carranza Waer, 6/30/97)