With information from Sinaloa 360. Los Mochis, Sinaloa, the still young city that proudly stands as a true jewel of northwestern Mexico. “Mochim,” the plural of “Mochic,” which translates from the Cahita language as “land turtle.” Or “Mochi,” the name of a plant that was abundant in the area where it is located today.
History of Los Mochis
Doña María Ochoa, daughter of Don Zacarías Ochoa, came to know and personally meet Benjamin F. Johnson, founder of the sugar mill that gave birth to Los Mochis.
She even testified (and there is an original map from that date, a copy of which is in the Casa del Centenario) that the name had a simpler origin: “Los Mochos.”
And the settlers who had remained from Owen’s socialist colony and inhabited the area, degenerating the word due to its foreignness, pronounced it “Los Mouchis,” until it finally became Los Mochis.
A nearby ranch was named so because the founder of that family was missing an arm.
Hail, beautiful Lady of the Valle del Fuerte!
Beyond the linguistic paternity of its name, the town took its first hesitant steps around the chimneys of the sugar factory. Los Mochis was destined to become the progressive and beautiful city it has become today.
Being among the first cities with a high quality of life and among the most progressive in the Mexican Republic, the muddy streets in the rainy season and the heavy dust storms in the winter are gone forever.
No longer the “black rains” of soot from the chimneys and the burning of sugarcane in the surrounding fields. Photo by Miguel Ángel Victoria. Sinaloa 360
The heavy creaking of the carts used to transport goods from the harvesting area to the factory mills. Never again were the later pans pulled by trucks and tractors raising huge dust storms.
And the children of the neighborhoods and ejidos scurried about to “steal” the sweet and juicy sugarcane that spilled from all sides, providing sweets for the poor.
Modern Era of Los Mochis
Farewell forever to the sharp and melancholic whistle that punctuated the lives of the Mochitenses amidst great puffs of steam that hurled into the air from the black chimneys, always covered in soot. Finally, the factory that kicked its last gasps in agony has ceased to exist.
Ironically, Los Mochis, the city that joyfully gave birth at the beginning of the previous century, ended up drowning it, and the changes of progress annihilated it. But, like the Phoenix, from those black ashes of the factory, a beautiful creation has sprung! An extraordinary watershed has opened between nostalgia and tradition.
The community of wooden houses, earth-roofed shacks, with two traffic lights on the main street that were the object of admiration of the locals of that time, has undergone the extraordinary metamorphosis of the silkworm and has emerged like a butterfly fluttering flamboyantly in the greenery of the Valley.
Today, it dresses up to tell everyone! That it is a dignified and beautiful city with all the comforts and services. Come! It says proudly and proudly… Come! You are all very welcome!
Meanwhile, those of us who are here, from the depths of our hearts, with the deepest respect… and the most profound gratitude, say: Hail Los Mochis!
Source: tusbuenasnoticias
