How well do you know the history of where you live?
A willing victim of the writing bug – there really is no cure – and having retired to Spain, I viewed the alphabet with positive eyes I’ll have you working your butts off shortly, I threatened, as any self-respecting writer would.
Recently roped in with other members of The Torrevieja Writing Group, I soon felt at home and enjoyed the company of like-minded people. Open to what was happening locally, I was aware of a writing competition announced by Torrevieja’s Ayuntamiento – great word – Town Hall. It was to be the First International Short Story Competition ever held, so I read the history of the town and wrote a story about its past and the precious commodity for which it is widely known: namely that white substance we can’t do without, Salt.
Excerpts from my entry Worth its Salt:
“…As for me, being older than the infamous Methuselah, and a time traveller to boot (invisible though we may be, there are – surprisingly – still a few of us around.), I daily count my lucky stars. The drawbacks are unimportant here and don’t affect my present quest, which is to take you on a journey backwards and forwards in time…So, gird your loins, or fasten your seat-belts, and come back with me to the year 218 B.C.
“…A column of foot-weary and dusty soldiers and their pack horses approach. At their head is Centurion Marcus (I’d clean forgotten how handsome he is…) See how his body armour reflects the fiery sun-rays as he rides his Barbary horse towards the Salinas: scarlet and gold cloak a vivid gash against the cobalt blue of the sky, billowing behind him. He is off to claim his salary of salt: Sal, a common if precious payment for work well done, and conquerors… Before they leave, one of the Romans will fall in love with a Spanish girl and, until now, only she knew that the child she bore had Roman blood in his veins.”
I noted: ”… Men seemed to have a penchant for war. And, although the colour red dominates time, I choose to look at the sky. More centuries than I care to remember, pass. I even hibernated through one! And then Spain attains her most triumphant success – that of expelling the Moors at the end of the 15th century.” Though… “the Moors left behind them an admirable legacy of some wonderful architecture, intricate wood carvings, colourful textile designs, outstanding tiles and other objet d’art.” Time moves ever on.
“At the end of the 18th century, King Carlos IV decrees that the Salinas salt works offices move from La Mata to Torrevieja, and plans are later drawn up for the building of a new town next to the existing one.” The town’s population swells to 1,500, industry is buzzing and the first commercial wharf is constructed. Pungent aromas of exotic spices drift up from the holds of numerous vessels, and many of the town’s citizens find work building over 250 ships. You may find it interesting to know that two of the ships are to be used in forthcoming films: ‘The Onedin Line’ and ‘Treasure Island.’ There is much optimism in the air.” Sadly, Mother Nature has something else in mind.
“…now it is March 21, 1829 – the beginning of the Spring Equinox. Earlier, the sky was calm, the atmosphere clear. However, around lunch-time there is a slight tremor and I again feel a great sense of foreboding, for there have been 70 worrying days and nights of seismic activity in the area of late. Suddenly, the wind drops, the sky becomes overcast and there is an uneasy calm over all. My palms are damp, my throat dry. I do not want to re-experience the inevitable…I am fearful as the earth begins to tremble and inside Carlos`’villa, plates fall and smash on the tiled floor. Then, a huge tremor wreaks havoc where it strikes in Torrevieja and all the towns and villages in the Vega Baja. In a little over five seconds, 32 people perish. Along with 36 animals, and 67 people are injured. As in many other households. tragedy descends on the Rodriguez family, for Carlos’ wife Maria,is making paella in her kitchen when the roof collapses on her. Fortunately, Carlos in out in the open with his two sons. All three survive. Uncle Jose – by now a bent old gentleman – is still asleep when the earthquake strikes, a sleep from which he will never awake. I am again overcome with sadness, especially for Maria, who was so full of life. As most of the survivors are now homeless, the reconstruction of the decimated town is ordered by King Ferdinand VII.
Hold tight…forward we go, to the year 1975. So many flags and bunting? And the sound of trumpets? Is my memory failing me? Oh, of course… General Franco has died and Juan Carlos is proclaimed King. I again feel cautious optimism- with countless others. I am sure a Democratic State will succeed.”
“And now, back in 2004. after hovering over ’pineapple palms,’ admiring the colourful Lantana and Oleander: the ubiquitous Bougainvillea… we are in La Plaza de la Constitucion, a delightful, verdant oasis of calm (well, at present). Think I’ll linger awhile. There’s a Welsh choir due to sing at The Palacio de la Musica (excellent acoustics) not to mention an ‘Habaneras’ – a melodious song competition to look forward to. I must haves some ancient Welsh blood mingling with the Spanish and Portuguese in my veins, for I adore Welsh choirs!”
“Unfortunately, I am unable to enlighten you as to the mysteries of being a time traveller, for they are strictly secret. Sufficient to say that, one moment, oh so long ago, I was bathing my feet in the warm Mediterranean sea, while my husband Fernando Rodriguez and young son were picnicking nearby, and the next I was spirited away. They mourned me as drowned. They shed many tears, as did I. However, I was blessed to see my husband and son prosper”
“And now? I am putting in a fervent request – in triplicate – for retirement, for I feel the strong heart-beat of Torrevieja here in the Plaza. It augurs well for the future. A future filled with imaginative plans, hope and optimism. Yes, I think Torrevieja is well worth its Sal.”
The complete story Worth its Salt was published in Torrevieja Another Look, on the festive day of Saint Valentin, 14th February, 2005. My story won First Prize!
© Copyright Joy Lennick 2021
Bravo, Joy, on winning first prize with your story. The history in the extract you have shared here is very interesting.
Thanks, Robbie, It was a bit daunting as the comp. was held in a local theatre and I was interviewed in Spanish. I really didn’t expect to win, so it was quite a surprise!. Hugs x
I know it was a long while ago, but one always remembers these things! 😉
Thank you!. Especially handsome Centurions…xx
Joy, you are the salt of the earth.
Hi Neil, Why thank you kind sir! Trust you and your wife are well. Toddling on here…Cheers! x
I enjoyed reading the excerpts from your time-travelling, prize-winning story! I was particularly intrigued by the Centurion Marcus. Spain has quite a history.
Hi Liz, Glad you enjoyed it.History is amazing when you start digging…Rather too bloody for my taste, but that seems to be the way of the world, sad to say. Here’s to more peace and love. xx..
I know just what you mean about the bloody nature of history. I remember being shocked when I read Song of Roland in college. Talk about violent and bloody! (I’ll spare you the graphic imagery.)
Wonderful Joy and judging from the extracts a wonderful short story and deserving of first place.. a lovely share from your archives…hugs ♥
Hi Sally, Thank you so much. It was all very exciting at the time, and I was one of the judges for two years afterwards. Sadly, it is no longer held..We received some wonderful stories, especially a few from India. The variety was always surprising! Hugs xx
I love this story with all the history. Well done!!
Thank you, Darlene. So pleased you enjoyed it. Cheers! x
Wow, well done Joy. Deserved win. ❤
Thank you, Marje. It was an exciting time! Hugs xx
What a fascinating history and so not surprised your story won! You’re a joy to read Joy ❤
Bless you, Debs. Many thanks. You are in my daily thoughts and I shed tears for you. Take care. Hugs xx
Wonderful excerpt from your first prize competition, Joy. You did a great job researching the history for this story. Congratulations!
Thanks, Miriam, I love doing research. You never know what you’re about to discover. Hugs xx..
That’s great, Joyce. I love doing research also. I learn new things every day.
First place! That’s wonderful, Joy, I enjoyed the snippets and can see why you won. I love learning about the history of places and your research shines. Well done and congrats!
Hi Diane, Thank you for reading and kind comments. My, what a huge amount of reading you get through…I’m impressed. With age – comes tiredness… Damn! I mustn’t complain, but must improve on my reading record. Keep well. Hugs xx
That prize was well deserved. It is fascinating to delve into history 🙂
Thank you, Tandy. Most kind! Take care. Hugs xx