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Gondolas

Speaking of local politics and bird-sounding names, Pedro remembers what it was about a discussion that took place in the city council, nearly sixty years.

To beautify the lake of Parque de Mayo, a mayor proposed to bring a gondola.
- Make it two, - answered another, convinced - male and female, to be played .

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Experiences and emotions to dream


A day may depararte satisfaction and also several unpleasant moments. Satisfactions

When it is to share as loud, and if bad shots and unpleasant transformations, better swallow soon as possible.
But, no. It was one of those days when you go to bed happy, excited, proud to have had that experience.
In my town, small as they come, great as anyone else, happen at the same time events than any other, but with the significant difference that affect you or those you happen to you.

for days was announced the presentation of a documentary covering the four seasonal agricultural activities, professions and people from around here.
The appointment was announced for a Saturday at eight o'clock. And, as I had a small role in this documentary, because it longed to see him finally.

I'm late, as usual, but had not yet begun the screening. The room was crowded. Entire families occupied the chairs and many are layered in the bar that high school students arranged to collect some money that allows them to finance the trip to the course.
Seeking a place where there's room and wait. Technical problems delayed the presentation, but the table occupy the hosts of the event. All are proud of the work. More Manolo and his son Paul, matagallo Photographers Association.
Sponsored by the City Council and with the invaluable help of a number of neighbors, women and men of the village, it was not possible to recreate many scenes of yesteryear, with time and technological progress and are almost unwatchable.
With the first pictures, it becomes silence. Scenes as they happen, we're recognizing, murmurs of approval and knowing smiles accompany the passage through the screen of the actors and extras. Each of the seasons are recreated in different jobs and tasks of each one of them.

So, the saddler, which tightens the lovingly cattail fibers in seats sanctioned tournament and all four legs of the chairs ... And displayed the hands of the man who artfully grafted on the olive nearst a new plant ... is winter ... Wheat planting is done by hand, spreading the seeds behind the plow. Today's modern tractors lined writing firm the face of the earth, but once were the teams of mules or cows, even forced a donkey, who did pushed by the struggling laborer. Advances
winter weather and olive trees has been releasing them their heavy fruit load. Now they are exhausted and in need of cleaning. It is responsible for the "talaores" pruning branches to allow the necessary renewal planta.A good "talaores" makes the experience.
That my father knows a lot ... And when his presence fills the screen and his words resonate strongly. "Good greening begins at the logging ..." I'm excited to see you there, so handsome, with its well kept almost ninety years, laying down the law.
Winter will peter out without feeling. The field lights and the green light arises from the sowing. Revive the trees with their flowers and starts the cycle of the new crop.
The mature summer the children of the fig, almond and hardens the ink color of blond grass. With the first heats are plotted the wheat and the reapers san juan strive to embrace the corn for, with their sickles, cutting the land. On beasts carry the sheaves into the floor. There, a roller, or sledge, pulled by two mules taken out of the ears clean grain. This will thoroughly purge the pile, separating the wheat from the chaff.
With the advance of summer, autumn road destination, choose the pasero figs, then tucked in Ceret, are pressed and
serve as a delicious dessert for the whole year. September
With advanced, olive trees display their infinite manchineel olives, green and succulent, ready to catch. Is the greening, traditional and exclusive dedication of these lands. Go beyond the cool morning with the block, their baskets on their arms, singing jubilantly said awaited the harvest.
stairs and loaded on the branches, fruit and milk gently legacy of years and wisdom.

In many instances, burst of applause, and is celebrated with a magnificent job satisfaction on what specials we have all to be protagonists of our own history
And is not unique to us. In every corner of Andalusia, you can easily find pictures as I tried to describe ... although many now see only in sepia.

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The mansion of Peter

It's too hot, Pedro said today when we went to visit; and not me when it's so heat, stop being Pedro Knight and I become Mister Hike.


At the door of your home shines on the silver metal inscribed "The House of Peter", that someone was kind enough to write.

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Victoria Cotillo, the fourth-grade teacher Peter

Today a lady left this message Caballero File, at the entrance of April 2, 2008 in which Peter spoke of his master Victoria Cotillo :

AM NIECE OF VICTORIA, daughter of his cousin brother ANDREW, I was reading distractedly I REALIZE THAT MENTION TO OUR DEAR VICTORIA.
IS MY STRONG EMOTION, my 74 years have received a jolt of Emotion MEMORIES and beautiful. GRACIAS.ES
SUCH AS DESCRIBED.
THE NAME OF YOUR SPOUSE IS Zoia

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After many years, a day dream ...

That afternoon I thought it went with a teenage friend of my dear friend-now-to his house in the village. No longer there and so she returns often when collecting souvenirs, the most diverse, with only the incalculable value of the recovered, but no longer serve us all.

When that friend comes to town, often visit. That happened about days.
"I need to go to the camera in my house to get something, but I'm afraid ... have underpinned the ground and can sink" Katy says while sipping coffee at home.
- What you got there? I ask curiously.
- Nothing ... dishes, pots ... boxes of comics, books and magazines.
- Comics ...? Do you still have those who used to pay for children?
-Claroooo! some have even your name written really big ... An unusual interest

seized me. So I asked him to accompany her. He wanted to go get my hands on those publications of cartoons that made me enjoy both ... It's been almost forty years.
This time it happened, nothing made me forget the long summer evenings spent in the company of such extraordinary characters as Captain Thunder, The Warrior Jabato or Mask. Today
children seem to lack the time to play and have fun. By then he had plenty of time, what was missing was how to fill it. The street was our theme park and the house, gathering necessary to so freely.
in full summer heat wave there was nothing open on the street, because the stones got heated and the mothers were given the shoe to anyone willing to try.
Luckily I already enjoyed reading. And comics were my favorite. I used to ride
read in bed. Opened the window, I lay in the long run and grab the first copy of the nearest lot. It was methodical, read them all, one after another without choosing, thinking not to leave any behind.
I felt so free, riding towards inhospitable land adventures ... I felt so strong, despite my skinny arms, so brave, forgetting how long shunned outright fights.
My family was humble and buy comics was not within their means. Of course, I had was rendered or had changed to one that, like me, collected in the same way. Let's see, a few cousins, friends, neighbors, older, with more buying power and more ability to keep the other, sooner or later they admitted they got tired and exchanges. Then, these goings-on became irreversible and the property changed hands. Thus, my hands went through hundreds and hundreds of comics, of all kinds. And I do not remember buying any.
Years later, when they could buy, I got new copies of those comics that made me enjoy both. But, no, I do not evoke the same feelings, although they made me relive those happy moments when he dreamed of emulating my heroes.

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consumed fresh Now that Christmas is gone, back to my memory that, increasingly distant from my childhood.

These delicious donuts that our neighbor gave us those evoked Rosa me almost identical to my mother.

Christmas came those years with aromas and flavors of wood oven. Some households kept the old furnace in the bottom of the backyard. These were built in the day with red bricks parties, forming a near-perfect vault. Arrived
December, the bustle in the houses was becoming continuous. And neighbors were cited for their sweet and bread baking.
In a year of those, I remember well, my mother was the first to prepare their own in Aunt Engracia. Since morning, heated up the oven with the collection of branches of Kermes, rosemary bushes, gorse and broom dry. And in the afternoon, my grandmother Mary was responsible for directing the dough. It was baking when young girl and my mother learned from her.
on brass trays, blackened by use, were placed carefully the gobs of dough, whether rosquetes, bagel or butter. The wine
rosco arose from a mixture of white wheat flour, olive oil, breadcrumbs, sweet wine or white wine tied and sweet, aniseed and sugar. The shortcakes, with lard, flour, oil and sugar. And my favorite, donuts, made from a thin dough wrapped around quite another to base of toasted almonds, but some ground, sweet syrup of figs and honey.
I liked helping my mother in this entertaining work ... and I vividly remember the taste of raw dough that took it secretly, it was not recommended for indigestion. It was my desire to make these tasty delicacies, longed for all year.
The wait by the stove was nice. The warmth that it appeared from the oven and the smells surround us attracted enough to stay busy playing around.
When the firing ended, they proceeded to remove the trays to be placed gently pieces cooked in baskets. And those are few. there is none based on the strand of wild olive twigs and strips of cane. Office was that of gypsies terns, which went from town to town selling their crafts while they kept the streets and squares braiding.
in baskets, waiting for the still unsweetened rusks wine. That was no impediment to metiéramos hand from time to time and appease the desire for eating.
Ah! It was not until a few days before Christmas when my mother unfolded on the kitchen table a sort of army of threads, arranged in line to be sweetened. One was used to bathe aguanís rosquetes for, then, bard with powdered sugar, which I loved grinding turning the handle of the coffee grinder. Dishes and trays full of sugary little crowns were deposited in the cupboard. Then the temptation increased enormously and, as much as watching my mother, holes in the plates grew almost by the hour. Almost
not enough to overcome the last week of the year, but the cravings were fully satisfied ...

A SONG FOR CARLOS CANO ALWAYS MADE ME REMEMBER THOSE TASTY AND SWEET SMELL OF CHRISTMAS ... "Cupboard of nuns."
may be the convents where they still made those sweet so sweet artisans memory.