Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – Sunday Ferry Ride

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Rain poured down. We were waiting on line to board the Staten Island ferry; a habitual Sunday routine. Usually, we’d go to the beach then visit, Mr. Frank. He was a Santero.

I was feeling car sick. My dad smoked Camels.The open windows would blow the smoke into the backseat.

I can remember the first time we were waiting to board. I had a panic attack and couldn’t stop crying. I thought we were going to drive into the ocean. I can’t swim.

“Shut up!”

A simple explanation would have helped.

Uncanny, I still see a ferry and cringe.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Photo Prompt: ©Ted Strutz

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Santeria is a syncretistic Caribbean religion.

Santeria includes the worship of the Orisha — literally “head guardians,” and religious beliefs of the Yoruba and Bantu people in Southern Nigeria, Senegal and Guinea Coast. These are combined with elements of Roman Catholicism.
Arriving as slaves in the Caribbean, Santerians preserved the elements of their religion by equating each Orisha of their traditional religions with a corresponding christian saint. Many traditions, within the religion, recognize different equivalencies.

One common example includes:
Babalz Ayi became St. Lazarus (patron of the sick)

Shangs became St. Barbara (controls thunder, lightning, fire…)

Eleggua or Elegba became St. Anthony (controls roads, gates etc)

Obatala became Our Lady of Las Mercedes, and the Resurrected Christ (father of creation; source of spirituality)

Oggzn became St. Peter (patron of war)

Oshzn became Our Lady of Charity (controls money, sensuality…)

Many Santerian beliefs are not freely discussed outside of the faith. In addition, there are many religious leaders whose beliefs and practices differ significantly. information click here

 

Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of whom I am no matter what venue I choose to express it.

51 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Sunday Ferry Ride

  1. Oh, to be child in the backseat gave me flashbacks as well… for me it was mainly being forced to be silent…

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  2. I can see how it would appear you are driving into the ocean. I found the explanation of the religion fascinating. Thanks for teaching me something new.

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    • I wasn’t sure about adding the explanation. I’m glad I did if it taught you something you didn’t know. Thank you for letting me know.
      I’ve never practiced Santeria because of witnessing it. There are some unnerving rituals.
      I appreciate your stopping by and commenting.
      Isadora 😎

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  3. I’m sad that this may be a story fro your life but love the way you told it.

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  4. A sad story, written beautifully.

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  5. words can hurt like sticks and stones and the damage done can take a long time to heal. so, we should be careful on what to say.

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  6. Well written. I can almost—via memort lane— smell that smoke.😥

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  7. Children suffer from the actions and words of adults who don’t realize the harm they do. Many of us have suffered from second-hand smoke before the term was understood. My dad smoked cigars in the car. Thanks for the explanation of the religious term. Good writing, Isadora. —- Suzanne

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  8. Nicely told, I liked the line ‘A simple explanation would have helped,’ it sums up how unintentionally insensitive families can be to each other

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  9. Wonderfully written. You gave us an entire family history in 100 word

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  10. Lucky for me, my parents were willing to discuss almost anything and make sure we understood. This poor little girl doesn’t have that! Shame on Dad.

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  11. Ah, very cool, Iz. Sounds like a childhood I had in some way, too. Dads never needed to explain anything.
    He was a Santera. Did he make religious icons or was he a priest of a religious cult? Interesting how the story could go.
    Super-bien, Iz. 🙂

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    • Yes, there is a great deal more I could write about this religion. My parents sent us to parochial schools yet they never went to church and practiced Santeria. Mr. Frank was a religious leader who later become a friend too. Not a cult as much as a supposed healer.
      I came from the parents speak and children listen world. Oh, how the times have changed.
      I’ve had this idea for a story for sometime. I just wasn’t sure if non-latin people would find it interesiting. Any opinions??? No … I will not be insulted. I favor critique and guidance.
      Thanks you much …
      Iz 😎

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  12. Oh! That’s a horrible feeling, to feel fear and not be soothed. You captured the feeling very well in the story.

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  13. When I think of how many cigarettes we kids “smoked” in the cars with our two parents puffing away… ugh.
    And yes, heaven forbid they give a simple explanation to calm a child. I so feel for her

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  14. Realistic and touching story. I feel for her.

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  15. Oh how we carry those ancient messages in our minds!

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  16. How sad that her dad has left her with such a terrible memory! Very interesting information Issy and great story!

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  17. Querida Isadora,

    Me gusta tu cuenta. La história es muy interesante. I suspect there is truth in this one. It would have been nice if the father had had more patience with his daughter. Bien escrito come siempre mi amiga.

    Abrazos y cariño,

    Rochelle

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    • Querida Rochelle,
      Si, Santeria era una parte de mi vida. Mis padres nos dieron educacion en escuelas católica pero participaban en Santeria.
      Siempre me confundió.
      Years ago children didn’t need to know just follow instructions. Era difficil entender cuando nina.
      Gracias por su visita y comentario
      Abrazos y Shalom
      Isadora 😎

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  18. I liked this “memoir”-type story. I guess if it had been longer, you could have explained the role Santeria plays in it

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