The Conquistador

16 Sep

Photo Fiction: September 15th 2013

25 09 September 15th 2013

photo credit: A. Forbes

The ornate plaque on our gateway was one of the things that I loved the most about our vineyard.

“El Conquistador” was witness to every arrival and departure for almost sixty years. Even after the death of my father and the land had been  sold to an adjoining neighbor, he remained in his place of honor above the entryway  and on the label of every bottle of wine that left the property.

Patrons would often ask my dad about the scene depicted on the beautiful patina surface. Dad would spin an elaborate tale of a great-uncle,  who under the service of Spain, conquered lands far and wide.

We children found the stories amusing yet curious as we knew full well that we are of Irish heritage. One day, shortly before he died, my sister boldly asked dad the real history of our “Don Quixote”.

“Simple” he replied “your mother saw it at a salvage yard and had to have it.”

el secreto está a salvo conmigo


5 Responses to “The Conquistador”

  1. Al September 16, 2013 at 6:13 am #

    I like that. Love that twist on the Don Quixote. I translated that last line as well. Don’t worry though. You’re secret is safe with me.

  2. yarnspinnerr September 17, 2013 at 2:11 am #

    Wonderfully crafted.


  3. anelephantcant September 18, 2013 at 5:39 am #

    Great wee tale!
    AnElephant loves it.

  4. EagleAye September 18, 2013 at 11:45 am #

    A plaque like this should always be the source of great yarns. I love that the family spun tales from it. A very enjoyable read.

  5. freyathewriter September 19, 2013 at 6:35 pm #

    Ah yes. another storyteller, just like the rest of us! 🙂

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