Out of the Archives

Out of the Archives

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 made aware of a writing competition announced by Torrevieja’s Ayuntamiento, great word: Town Hall. It was to be The First International Short Story Competition in Torrevieja, so I read up on the history of the town and wrote a story about its past and the precious ‘commodity’ for which it is widely known: Sal, or that white substance we cannot 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 with me, back 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 Marcus’ 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 pure blue 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 objects 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.” Tragically, 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 over 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 is 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 Fernando 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 Franca has died and Juan Carlos is proclaimed King. I can again feel cautious optimism – with countless others. I am sure that 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’re in La Plaza de la Constitucion, a delightful, verdant oasis of calm (well, at present). Think I’ll linger…There’s a Welsh choir due to sing at the Palacio de la Musica (excellent acoustics) not to mention a ‘Habaneras’ – a melodious songs competition, to look forward to. I must have some ancient Welsh blood mingling with the Spanish and Portuguese in my veins, for I adore welsh choirs.”

“Regrettably, I am unable to enlighten you as to the mysteries of being a time traveller, for they are strictly secret. Suffice to say that, one moment – oh so long, long ago –I was bathing my feet in the warm sea, while my husband Fernando Rodriquez and young son, Antonio, 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 reckon Torrevieja is well worth its SAL. “

The complete story: Worth its Salt was published in ‘TORREVIEJA ANOTHER LOOK’


Published on the festive day of San Valentin, 14th February, 2005

Joy Lennick