Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Wild Story of Love and Betrayal

This is about my dear friend Carolina. I wrote it in my early blogging days. Five people read it, and so I apologize if you were one of the five and are seeing it again. I've edited it since then.  Carolina's already passed on, but I put it up again in honor of her birthday, which would have been today.

The hearty tunes of Flaco Jimenez's accordion pounded out of the jukebox in the little Mexican restaurant where we sat waiting. My husband and I had already gone through half of the chips and salsa. "Do you think they forgot?" he wondered aloud.

"No, no, they wouldn't have forgotten. Juan talked with me about this several times and was very certain they'd be here," I replied.

Juan was a colleague of mine. He knew of my love for storytelling. He told me about his grandmother, who was already 98.

"She's got some wonderful stories to tell, Shelly. If she's willing to talk to you, I don't think you'll regret it," he informed me.

Of course, I was intrigued, so we set up a time to meet at a local restaurant that was near a picturesque creek on the north side of town.

"It's one of Wuela's (Grandma's) favorite places," he explained.

As we waited I silently hoped she hadn't decided against it. Soon enough, the door opened. We strained to look, and finally Juan came through the door;  a tiny, regal woman on his arm. Her hair, though white, was sleek and wound in a tight braid that formed a bun on the back of her head. Less than 5 feet tall, she stood straight as a ramrod. She surveyed the diners with mild curiosity as she and Juan made their way to our table.

We rose to greet her and all were seated. After preliminary introductions, Wuela said, "My name is Carolina and I am 98 years old. My grandson tells me you are interested in my stories." (She communicated only in Spanish, but I am transcribing it here in English.)

We assured her we were and she settled back into her chair with a contented sigh.

"The story I am going to tell you now is one that has been dear to my heart since I first heard it when I was a little girl. Back in the early days of this town, close to the turn of the century, the Church saw fit to send a priest here to start a mission to minister to all the ranch workers.

"Father Diego was a handsome man, so charismatic and full of energy. In no time, the church here was thriving and the people did all they could to become involved. Father Diego was well loved, but he also had a little of the devil in his eye."

We hardly moved as she continued.

"One of the families was especially devoted to the church and to Father Diego. They did all they could to make his life easier and promote the work of the church. Their children were taught to revere the church and to obey what the priest told them. They had a lovely 18 year old daughter, Raquel. Father Diego had trouble attending to the needs of the parishioners and tending to his own needs, so they offered Raquel to him as a housekeeper who could keep him supplied with good meals and a clean home."

Raquel was innocent of the ways of men, but the devil in Father Diego's eye sparked to life when he saw how beautiful Raquel was. He whispered things to her she believed. In time, Raquel knew she was pregnant with Father Diego's child."

Carolina paused to take a sip of water.

"Raquel was scared to tell the Father, but she finally did. He was so angry that it frightened her. He quickly came up with a plan to send Raquel away to a convent in Mexico and then once the baby was born, to send it to an orphanage far away.

'Raquel was devastated. She knew now she'd been betrayed, and all the things Father Diego whispered in her ear when they were together were lies. She finally had no choice but to tell her parents. They were even more upset. Her father wanted to disown her, to send her away forever, but her mother prevailed and they decided to take the matter to the Lord in prayer. They refused to allow Raquel to go into a convent. People would just have to form their own opinions about the baby's paternity because they would not discuss it with anyone.

"It came time for the baby to be born and Raquel's mother and an elderly midwife were the only two present with Raquel. Raquel's father was out on the range with the other cow hands and wouldn't be back at home for weeks.

"Raquel was immediately enchanted by her baby's beauty and knew she could never allow her, with the tiny rosebud mouth and shiny black hair, to ever go into an orphanage.

"It wasn't long after the baby's birth when word got to Father Diego that his baby had been born. He saddled up his horse and set off at a gallop for Raquel's house, determined to take the baby away from her and save his reputation."

Carolina took a deep breath. Her still elegant hands stroked the water glass. She continued.

"One of Raquel's little brothers came running in to tell his sister and his mother that Father Diego was on the way on a fast horse.

"Raquel's mother bundled up Raquel and the baby and got them to the wagon. She slapped the horses sharply and they were off with a desperate speed.

"It was when they neared the creek that Raquel's mother saw how great an obstacle it would be. Raquel sat in the back, huddled with her baby, when her mother breathed a prayer and made a momentous decision. They would jump the creek in the wagon. By now, they could see the dust Father Diego's horse stirred as he drew closer.

"Raquel clutched the baby tightly to her chest as her mother slapped the horses hard. The team ran at breakneck speed toward the creek and the wagon tilted so wildly the three were in danger of being tipped out.

"Father Diego was so close now they could see even the angry expression on his face. Raquel held her breath as the horses leapt over the small creek, pulling the wagon with them. Her mother's whispered prayer became loud with thanks as they landed miraculously in one piece on the far side, still in the wagon. The horses were stunned by the impact and slowed. Raquel looked back.

Father Diego had reached the other side of the bank.

Carolina looked over at her grandson, as if for reassurance. "Go ahead, Wuela, it's OK to tell it."

"That creek is the very one you see outside this window, just around that bend," she pointed.

We craned our heads around to see it through the window.

"Father Diego laughed aloud with how easy his task was going to be with his powerful horse. He backed his horse up and then spurred him forward.

"Raquel knew in her heart of hearts they had no chance. She knew she was in the last few moments of ever cradling her precious one. Tears squeezed from her eyes at the sorrow of it.

"Father Diego jumped his horse over that little creek like it was nothing, but instead of landing securely on the other side, his horse's back foot slipped and they both toppled. The last sight Raquel had of the man who had been her lover was his shocked expression as he arced through the air and landed squarely on his head.

"Raquel's mother later told that she believed the priest was dead the moment he hit the ground. He was certainly dead by the time they climbed out of the wagon and walked tentatively back to him.

My own mind reeled.


"So they were safe? All three of them in the wagon?" My husband's eyes were wide as he asked.

Carolina nodded her head, a small smile on her face.

"What happened to the baby?" I pressed.

Carolina looked at us both square in the eye and paused a moment.

"They named her Carolina." She winked. "And she grew to live a long and fruitful life. "

Copyright 2012

58 comments:

  1. Oh Shelly, you are one of the most talented writers I know! This was a beautiful story. I also was impressed that you made the effort to meet this elderly lady and learn about her life. Think of how many stories out there that are never shared from some of our elderly loved ones. Oral history appears to be fading fast.

    Thank you, Shelly, for sharing this story with the world. ♥

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  2. Cindy: You are so kind, but a story like this really tells itself. She was such an amazing, yet humble woman. I am blessed she was a part of my life for the short time I knew her.

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  3. asboston: There are the good and the bad, no matter where you are, I believe.

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  4. I am so glad you chose to post this story again. Beautifully done,and what a fun ending to a "tragic" tale!

    (I am not averse to reposting. I do it, too, on occasion.)

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    1. vanilla: I really wanted to remember her birthday today, and this was the best way I could think to do it. I am so glad it had the ending it had.

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  5. Oh, Shelly. What a fantastic story. What a fantastic, goose-pimple-raising, on-the-edge-of-the-seat story.

    There is good and bad everywhere, and when good prevails, everyone should know.

    Well told, my friend.

    Pearl

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    1. Pearl: Thank you, friend- she certainly had us on the edge of our seats as she was telling it. And I fully agree that the victorious good in life needs to be told.

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  6. I remember this post from the early days of our friendship, Shelly. It introduced me to your world and revealed your adroitness as a storyteller. A good story is worth retelling and I thank you for once again sharing your talent and your heart with your appreciative readers.

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    1. Shady: Thank you for befriending me so early on- I've always appreciated that. And yes, I think Carolina's is a wonderful story, and I'm glad to remember her today.

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  7. Everyone commenting above is correct about your story telling abilities. I was captivated to the very end. Well done.

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    1. Stephen: You are a wonderful storyteller, so I appreciate the compliments.

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  8. I loved this story the first time you wrote it and love it even more now! As always, well done. And I think it's wonderful to remember Carolina. Hers is a tale worth remembering.

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    1. Nancy: I think that was the first time I met you, when you commented on the original post! Thank you. I agree- her's is truly one to remember.

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  9. I rejoice in how the Lord protected Carolina, her mother and grandmother from that man. How wonderful! And how beautiful is the love between women and their daughters.

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    1. Belle: I love that thread running through it, of the generations of women protecting the newest. Yes, the Lord truly protected her.

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  10. Oh, those priests. Great yarn, and well told.

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    1. Clint: Thanks- I guess there's the bad element in all faiths/

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  11. I can't believe that's a true story. Incredible.

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    1. Missed Periods: She was really an incredible woman. I so enjoyed listening to her stories.

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  12. I think of that story often and it reminds me of God's Grace. (because God brought good out of the bad)

    Thanks for reposting this, a gift for your new readers!

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  13. Jamie: Yes, God always finds a way to make something good out of what was intended for evil. Carolina was a tremendous example of that!

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  14. Oh Shelly, this was good reading....I'm like and where is the rest of it...I was snagged and then that quick the reading was over....excellent

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    1. Rhonda: It was so long already I cut some to make it readable. But there were some good details- maybe one day I can make it a two parter. Thank you!

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  15. Shelly you are an amazing writer. I love this story. Make a great movie.

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    1. Humorsmith: Carolina's stories have always fascinated and enthralled me. Thank you!

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  16. This is such a wonderful story, Shelly! It gave me chill bumps. You are such a great story teller. I loved every word of this one. So thankful that Carolina lived to tell her tale.

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    1. Kelley: Oh, I am so very thankful, too. She was a treasure in my life, for sure!

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  17. I did not see it the first time, but I have this time. Amazing story. sandie

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  18. Shelly that was truly one of the best stories you have shared with us since you began. I remembered it and enjoyed just a much tonight. From the looks of the comments a lot more got the blessing of reading it this time. Have a great evening and sweet dreams.

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    1. Odie: Thank you so much, my friend. I so enjoyed Carolina and I'm glad she is being remembered on her birthday by all of you wonderful people!

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  19. Sandie: Thank you- she was an amazing woman, brought into this world under amazing circumstances.

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  20. Shelly,
    The others have already used up all the best adjectives: amazing, astounding, special, captivating.

    The story is indeed all of that, and your telling of it is just as wonderful!

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    1. Marsha: Carolina was a wealth of wonderful stories. I miss her still. Thank you for your kind words!

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  21. That was a beautifully told story, Shelly! It's hard to believe how different attitudes were way back when, and how easily the story could have had a much different ending. I'm so glad it ended like it did!

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    1. Karen: I keep thinking about those very old attitudes and how different her life could have turned out to be. I'm so glad it didn't!

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  22. What a touching, gripping story, Shelley -- and so beautifully told. I'm so glad that Carolina had such a long and fruitful life -- and that the two of you had the chance to become friends!

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    1. Dr. Kathy: I will always consider getting to know her a pure blessing- thank you!

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  23. Dearest Shelly,
    What an ending and amazing story; this can be made into a movie, I thought. It sure is an example of how God prepared for the end.
    I really am happy for the lady and the chance you could meet her♡♡♡
    Oh, you proved how wonderful your writing is!!! Thank you for sharing for us agin, my friend,
    Love you always, xoxo Miyako*

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    1. Orchid: Thank you, my sweet firend Miyako! She was certainly a person full of amazing things, although she was very humble. I've always loved her stories!

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  24. That story was so good it brought tears to my eyes. How hard some people like Carolina's mother, have it. And that priest, well there are many cowards like him..Glad all went well for them in the end.

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    1. Crystal Mary: It's so true that what we sow, we will also reap. He certainly got what he sowed.

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  25. What a gift--both your meeting her and the wonderful story she shared. Very cool!

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  26. Betty: Truly, they have both been gifts!

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  27. Oh wow, I got chills reading this! It was gripping to the very end. What an amazing woman!

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  28. Lydia: She was tiny but a powerhouse!

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  29. Like Nancy, I enjoyed it very much the first time. I enjoy it even more so now. The story is wonderful and you tell it so well! thank you!

    i would have done exactly as she did. Anything to spare my child.

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    1. Crystal: Thank you for reading it then and now! And, I'm the same way. I'm pretty laid back, but can go from zero to raging grizzly in nothing flat if one of my kids is in danger.

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  30. This is my first time reading this wonderful story, so thank you for reposting it in honor of Carolina's birthday. I love the bravery and faith of people like Carolina's grandmother and mother. This should be an opening scene of a movie!

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    1. Jenny: Oh, I wish you could have known her. I think you would have loved her, too!

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  31. thank you for reposting!! You have a gift for story telling. could be a book or a movie with all that drama!!

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  32. momto8: Thank you! I just love how the great gift of Carolina came out of all that.

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  33. I thoroughly enjoyed this Shelly; you've done a magnificent job, made it feel real....that is the true test of story telling.

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    1. Chantel: Thank you! I truly enjoyed your blog on my visit there today.

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  34. What a beautiful lovely story.

    Thanks for sharing :).

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  35. izdiher: Thank you, my friend. I'm so glad it turned out the way it did.

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  36. Now THAT is a sad story. Wow. You really interact with all kinds of people! You really make a difference in peoples' lives, Shelly. I'm so glad you write about your experiences and share them with us.

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    1. Kelley: Thank you! I love listening to interesting people- the best entertainment there is!

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