Thursday, June 28, 2012

A Storm

Morning broke that September Saturday, air pregnant with moisture and as stifling as a woolen blanket wrapped around the lungs. No wind stirred yet on the South Texas coast, making sweat almost immediately ooze and drip down the faces of those who ventured outdoors. Cicadas chirred furiously, agitated by something challenging their innate rhythm.

The post World War I economy smiled on Corpus Christi in 1919, and new wooden homes and buildings dotted the streets that ran to the bayfront and upwards to the 40 foot bluff. That bluff and the barrier islands, Mustang and St. Joe, made the residents feel more protected than their other Gulf counterparts. After all, they had weathered a major hurricane just three years earlier and had come back stronger than ever. They'd heard the reports of a hurricane that was skirting the Florida Keys, but it was far away and no threat to them. This was the last weekend of the summer season and vacationers filled the bayfront hotels, intent on squeezing out every last bit of fun they could.



Robert and Rosa, newlyweds, came to the Pavillion Hotel on the bayfront for their honeymoon. They had this one full day left to enjoy before leaving to return home and begin their new married life tomorrow, Sunday. Rosa shyly looked at Robert as they walked in the sand that morning, barefoot and holding hands. Rosa used one hand to slightly lift the hem of her long skirt to keep it off the sand. "Darling, I can't believe we are actually married now, here on this beautiful beach," she murmured as she leaned her head into his chest.

He stopped, looked down at her and paused for a moment, drinking her in. "You are completely beautiful, Rosa. I must be the luckiest man on earth to have you. I can't wait to start building our family. I think our kids are going to look just like you." He grinned, pulled her close and continued their stroll.




M. C. hustled to finish milking the cows and get them fed. Newly 18 and the eldest son in his family, he shouldered much of the responsibility for the cattle. Father had his hands full with the cotton crop. It looked finally like this would be a prosperous year for them. The last several years had been hard, but Mama's unfailing sunny optimism and Father's unceasing hard work gave him a good feeling about this year. His five younger sisters helped out when they weren't in school and it made him feel good to know there was finally going to be a good year, a year without lack, without going to bed with hungry bellies.

The girls, little brother Hank, and Mama were headed down to North Beach in the wagon to see the Splash Day Festivities that day. A new pirate queen would be crowned and they all had their own opinion about who would win. Then, there was an ice cream social at the school that night. M. C. didn't have time for that kind of frivolity now. "Son, need your help when you finish there," Father called.

"Be right there!" M. C. hollered back.




Maria patted out the last of the tortilla dough into a flattened disc and plopped it onto the comal over the fire in their one room shanty so close to the shoreline she could smell the salt in the air. She was already hot and working over the open fire of the stone fireplace made her even hotter, but she was thankful. Thankful they had escaped the endless violence in Mexico the warring governmental factions wreaked on regular folks like she and her family. Thankful she had her family with her: Jose, her husband; Pablita, their 12 year daughter, and George, their 10 year old son. She and Jose had wonderful dreams, especially for their children. These kids were going to have opportunities in this country they could never have dreamed of in Mexico, opportunties for education and prosperity she and Jose had never had.

She laughed as the kids gobbled down the last of their beans inside their tortillas and Jose wiped the crumbs from his full, dark mustache. "The kids and I are going to go look at a mule I want to buy," he told her. "We'll need it so I can start plowing. Yes, Mama, we're going to have a big farm. We'll start with cotton and raise sheep, too. Even Pablita's going to be helping, right mija?" he chuckled as he gently tugged her braid. The kids chattered as they jumped into the yard and Jose kissed Maria.




The day stretched onward and a cool breeze whispered in from the Gulf. Rain began to fall, gently at first, then with a slowly escalating force. Oddly, flocks of seabirds began hurried flights inland. Horses, cattle, and sheep became jittery. Wild animals left their daytime camoflauge and headed away from the water.

And yet, even into the night when the heavier rain began, people didn't abandon their feelings of security, although under the ebony, water laden skies, the sea had already begun silent deliveries of an ominous cargo, depositing them onto the beach with the high tide.

(This is the first installment of a three part series. It is based on historical record and the accounts of my grandfather and great aunt. If there's interest in it, I'll put up Part 2 soon. And here is Part Two and Part 3.) 








56 comments:

  1. I love your writing very much, nice story.
    My youngest sister lives in Corpus Christi with her husband and four children. She's been living there for 15 years or so now. We are kind of spread out in different parts of the world.
    Have a lovely day and thank you for all the likes on my FB page.

    Eva

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    1. Eva: What a small world! We still live close to there. If you ever go to visit her, be sure and let me know! Thank you~

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  2. You've piqued our interest; of course the subsequent instalments are expected!

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    1. vanilla: I'm working on getting them into coherent form!

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  3. Oh my, Shelly, don't you dare leave us hanging.
    Gotta know "the rest of the story"!

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    1. Sweet Tea: Thanks- I am trying to condense it down because so much happens~

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  4. Oh my, what a beautifully written true story, setting the scene for what is about to happen! I can sense tears (by me!) as these separate family stories evolve. Of course there's an interest in this tale! You can't leave us hanging now. I can't wait to read the next two instalments - with tissues at the ready!!

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    1. Thisisme: Thank you, my friend! I hope I can do these families' tales justice because they deserve that.

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  5. You write the very best stories girl - and I can't believe you didn't finish it. My mom was born in 1919. Love, sandie

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    1. Sandie: It was just too long to put into one post. That's so interesting your mom was born then- it was a completely different age even though it's not even been 100 yeats.

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  6. You're stopping the story NOW?!? I'm on the edge of my seat, biting my nails... although it doesn't sound like it will be a happy story.

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    1. Karen: It might surprise you how some of these turn out. It was just too long to get into one post!

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  7. If there's interest? You know there is, Shelly. This is like the start of an epic disaster movie where you get to know and care about the main characters that will soon be in harm's way.

    The awesome power and gigantic proportions of hurricanes are difficult to describe to anyone who never experienced them first hand. My town got hit by three in a row in 2004. If you've seen my comments on other blogs in recent days you know that Central Florida is now recovering from our first storm of the hurricane season. Tropical storm Debby brought days of misery to the Suncoast. Most areas received 10 to 15 inches of rain forcing thousands to evacuate their homes. Many are still waiting for the flood waters to recede. Thousands of households were w/o power. 7 tornadoes were spawned by Debby across our region with at least 4 local storm related deaths. All this havoc from a system that was merely a weak tropical storm and far away from us! Is it any wonder why Gulf coast residents from Florida to Texas become nervous at this time of year as another hurricane season unfolds?

    I am reminded of the John Lennon quote: "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."

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    1. Shady: Debbie was supposed to make a beeline for us and in the matter of a few hours the whole forecast changed. I so hope things are put to right there soon. You are so right- you can't really explain a hurricane to someone who's never been through it. Here's to hoping the rest of the season is quiet for you all, us, and everyone in between.

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  8. .......

    Shelly, thank you for sharing ......

    Hugs.

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  9. Shelly, you have me hung on every word and I wait with anticipation on the next installment. As I read this I felt like I was there with them. I love your writing so much.

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    1. Odie: Thank you so much for your very kind words, my friend. I felt this was a story that needed telling as we move fully into hurricane season.

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  10. Oh, yes, please, Shelly! I'd love to read your next installment! Your stories are always so compelling.

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    1. Dr Kathy: Thank you! I'm working on the next part already~

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  11. Oh yes, please don't leave us wondering.

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    1. Gene Pool Diva: Thanks- trying to get part 2 into a readable form!

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  12. Thanks you for sharing.
    I like the stories of hope, courage and love. I think us humans can deal with a lot and still come out winners if we have each other.

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    1. Munir: I agree- we can only be successful with each other, not alone!

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  13. You sure now have to create a cliffhanger. Will wait on pins and needles for the rest.

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    1. Stephen: I usually don't post more than once a week, so I'm hustling to try and get this next one up soon. Whew!

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  14. yes!! I want to read more; you just know there's a possibility of disaster and tragedy for at least one of the families here.....do put part two up soon!

    betty

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    1. Betty: Thank you! I hope to get it up in the next day or two~

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  15. Dearest Shelly,
    What a suspense you left us☆☆☆ We have the fear of Typhoon every late summer. And our neighbor's veranda was blown off a few years ago(^^;)

    Oh, I LOVE the writing of your last paragraph!!!
    "people didn't abandon their feelings of security, although under the ebony, water laden skies, the sea had already begun silent deliveries of an ominous cargo, depositing them onto the beach with the high tide."
    This is really a beautiful writing which gives us suspense. "ebony, water laden skies" and the way you wrote about the coming high tide is so poetic♡♡♡ Looking forward to read your next post♬♬♬
    Sending you Love and big Hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*

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    1. Orchid: Thank you for your always kind and sweet words, my dear friend Miyako! And yes, we share the feeling when the storm season hits each summer. As Shady said earlier, it's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't been through it. I pray that our storm seasons this year produce no more storms and no damage. Be safe, my friend! Hugs to you~

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  16. Voting "yes, please" to more of this story. The last paragraph was particularly compelling!

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    1. Jenny_O: Thank you- hope to get part two out in the next day or two!

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  17. You put this story together beautifully. Life goes on no matter that else is happening around, and here a storm and possible hurricane is approaching. We live 50 miles from the ocean now, and we still listen to all the storm warnings. I never forget being about the same distance inland, when a cyclone was pelting the coast and I got caught on the road in my car. Only Gods direction saved me. I looked like I was driving in an ocean, it was terrifying.

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    1. Crystal Mary: Oh my- being caught out in that when driving- I can't imagine! Thank the Lord for His direction in bringing you to safety. Like you, we listen every night to the tropics warnings. Those poor folks in this story had only ships' reports back then, and there weren't many in the Gulf in 1919 due to so many being used in WWI. I am thankful we have the warning systems we have now.

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  18. Well written. I can't wait for the other installments.
    R

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    1. Life 101: Thank you- hope to have it up tomorrow or so~

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  19. Of course you should do the other parts. This is amazing ;D.
    You are very nice in stories.

    Love you, Shelly

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    1. izdiher: Thank you, my friend! I am hoping to get the next part up this weekend. Love to you, too!

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  20. oh I hate storms. They scare the bajeebies out of me.
    but..I am waiting and hoping these people make it ok.

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    1. Christine: I would like being on the rain end of a small hurricane right now, but not the wind end. That's the worst.

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  21. Oh yeah! I love historical stories. Especially when they are about somebody's family. Please post more!

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    1. Pat: Thank you- I'm hoping to get the next part up this weekend~

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  22. I;ll be back to finish reading!!

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  23. I enjoy so much the reading of past love, struggles, and faith ....much inspiration for me today!

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    1. Rhonda: So glad to see you back! Thank you-

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  24. Dear Shelly, I waiting with bated breath for Part 2 and then Part 3 and then more and more stories. You are a fine storyteller. You know how to use a few telling details to capture a character and a few well-chosen words to create atmosphere and scene. And in Part I you've built suspense and tension with the beginning and ending paragraphs. Please do tell us more--soon! Peace.

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    1. Dee: Thank you! You always give me such encouragement- you don't know how much I appreciate it. I am hoping to have Part 2 up tomorrow afternoon. :)

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  25. Yes yes yes I want to read part 2 and then part 3 please make sure you do not mix up the next to parts we don't want to read the end of it before the middle...........lol Maybe that is just something I would do........lol You are and awesome storyteller.........

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    1. Jo-Anne: You always make me smile! I actually haven't written Part 3 yet, so thankfully, I won't be getting them mixed up!

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  26. Yes, part 2 please! I love the every day detail you've put into this, like the tortilla cooking. :)

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    1. Lydia: Thank you- I hope to have it up later tonight~

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  27. It's been a busy, busy week for me. I'm so glad to have a minute here to catch up with my favorite blogs. And yes, definitely interested in parts 2 and 3! :)

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    1. Nancy: It means so much that you took the time out from everything to stop by- thank you!

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  28. Once again, Shelly ... your storytelling at its finest! I am now headed over to read part 2. Hope you and your family have a wonderful 4th!

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    1. Cindy: Thank you so much for stopping by~ I hope you all have a wondrous 4th, as well!

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