Since I'm on the run, it might be an opportune time to talk more about my neighbors and my friends at different stages of my life, but I think you should talk to my people of your lifestyle, habits, character, traditions, legends ....
Like everything that counts will be mostly part of what I experienced, also serve to know me a little better, knowing how to know if something I have always exceeded it in sincerity.
Photo Corner Guard that you are seeing, would, no doubt, more than twenty years after the events I recount in this post. I know because, as you will observe, there is a car Simca 1000, and this car went on sale along with the dazzling Dogge Dart something after getting married, so that the photo dates back more than twenty years after our stay in this corner the time of my story ... ... My parents
I had not been granted the visa still my mind wander through the streets of my town and used to take them attached to all parties to where they were, especially the cinema in the holidays, and the Casino Eldense Sunday morning After Mass, an obligation that tried to take root.
Photo Corner Guard that you are seeing, would, no doubt, more than twenty years after the events I recount in this post. I know because, as you will observe, there is a car Simca 1000, and this car went on sale along with the dazzling Dogge Dart something after getting married, so that the photo dates back more than twenty years after our stay in this corner the time of my story ... ... My parents
I had not been granted the visa still my mind wander through the streets of my town and used to take them attached to all parties to where they were, especially the cinema in the holidays, and the Casino Eldense Sunday morning After Mass, an obligation that tried to take root.
was a custom also roam the countryside sunny winter afternoon, taking the ride to make a rich collection of Linson, with which they prepared a very nutritious salads.
Among the outputs did with my parents, I loved to go to the house of D. Azorín Luis and Maria Juan, especially its summer home, very well kept a small farm located in Station Road, next to the house of Ms. Bienevenida John, sister of Ms Maria. To all of them, their children and that place will devote an entire article because certainly deserve it and you could / rear interesting.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, tacitly my parents were beginning to skirmish afford without giving further explanation that "back then." Even if I ever came to look and saw he was playing happily allowed me to stay with friends recommended that I go away and that if I wanted a snack it did on my grandmother's house.
My world outside school and my family life was limited to an environment that did not exceed my street and the adjacent, except the routes had traveled with my parents repeatedly. Know how to go to Casino Eldense, the Church of Santa Ana, including the summer house of D. Luis Azorín, already at a respectable distance from my house and his itinerary had to go through all the streets of San Roque, before emptying into the avenue leading to the bridge was beginning to walk from the station, in the shadow of the bulk of a huge castle when I was already a grown man was only part of the keep, such was the apathy of the inhabitants of those barren hills, they built their homes with materials that eroded the Castle to the inefficiency a few mayors who never showed any interest in keeping this relic, but I think that he finally has done something in their favor. Better late than never.
A short distance from the base of the hillside cut peak served as the basis for that mole, with emerging signs of immediate ruin, a bridge mounted on pillars and arches of ashlar stone with ornate wrought iron railings of some watermark, gave way to the other side of our historic river Vinalopó who by the way, some scholars in the latest batch have wanted to snatch the authorship of death by drowning in the waters of the famous Amilcar Barca, saying innocently that in a river as less large one could not drown so famous character. As if the rivers do not change over the centuries! I wish I had seen these illiterate with their cap and gown in the midst of the waters of this river when it happens to have a flood! I have seen more than one in which the water has gone over its soaring arches despite its very wide channel in which the river could have drowned Amilcar and his entire army, but some will always give a ten to these eminent ports for their exceptional powers of observation. Speaking
flood
Go not to believe they were like now, for those times there was no paved road and street talk, we referred to the wider streets, although general it was all dirt roads are waterlogged and muddy when it rained, unfortunately for our parents and our delight, we played without placing barriers to limit the current with stones and mud to get to do great works of engineering.
Our parents knew of our games and allowed ourselves with our fancy. The street was practically free from danger. Keep in mind that in the times of which I speak, the fleet of Elda was limited to two cabs, as they called taxis, one of Faustino and one from a German or Austrian based in Elda, a Emily van owned by Bellot, uncle of my friend Paquito Bellot and two cars whose owners were D. Antonio Porta and D. Rausa Paco Vera Santos, a manufacturer and a shoe salesman, and as there was only one jet of 0.75 cc. Moto Guzzi brand-Hispania who bought Maxi Aguado, the maker of molds for his son when he was old enough to drive it and two Lubes of 1.25 cc. that caused furor.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, tacitly my parents were beginning to skirmish afford without giving further explanation that "back then." Even if I ever came to look and saw he was playing happily allowed me to stay with friends recommended that I go away and that if I wanted a snack it did on my grandmother's house.
My world outside school and my family life was limited to an environment that did not exceed my street and the adjacent, except the routes had traveled with my parents repeatedly. Know how to go to Casino Eldense, the Church of Santa Ana, including the summer house of D. Luis Azorín, already at a respectable distance from my house and his itinerary had to go through all the streets of San Roque, before emptying into the avenue leading to the bridge was beginning to walk from the station, in the shadow of the bulk of a huge castle when I was already a grown man was only part of the keep, such was the apathy of the inhabitants of those barren hills, they built their homes with materials that eroded the Castle to the inefficiency a few mayors who never showed any interest in keeping this relic, but I think that he finally has done something in their favor. Better late than never.
A short distance from the base of the hillside cut peak served as the basis for that mole, with emerging signs of immediate ruin, a bridge mounted on pillars and arches of ashlar stone with ornate wrought iron railings of some watermark, gave way to the other side of our historic river Vinalopó who by the way, some scholars in the latest batch have wanted to snatch the authorship of death by drowning in the waters of the famous Amilcar Barca, saying innocently that in a river as less large one could not drown so famous character. As if the rivers do not change over the centuries! I wish I had seen these illiterate with their cap and gown in the midst of the waters of this river when it happens to have a flood! I have seen more than one in which the water has gone over its soaring arches despite its very wide channel in which the river could have drowned Amilcar and his entire army, but some will always give a ten to these eminent ports for their exceptional powers of observation. Speaking
flood
Go not to believe they were like now, for those times there was no paved road and street talk, we referred to the wider streets, although general it was all dirt roads are waterlogged and muddy when it rained, unfortunately for our parents and our delight, we played without placing barriers to limit the current with stones and mud to get to do great works of engineering.
Our parents knew of our games and allowed ourselves with our fancy. The street was practically free from danger. Keep in mind that in the times of which I speak, the fleet of Elda was limited to two cabs, as they called taxis, one of Faustino and one from a German or Austrian based in Elda, a Emily van owned by Bellot, uncle of my friend Paquito Bellot and two cars whose owners were D. Antonio Porta and D. Rausa Paco Vera Santos, a manufacturer and a shoe salesman, and as there was only one jet of 0.75 cc. Moto Guzzi brand-Hispania who bought Maxi Aguado, the maker of molds for his son when he was old enough to drive it and two Lubes of 1.25 cc. that caused furor.
will understand that the tranquility of the streets was almost complete in regard to motorized traffic, except for the stretch of main road Madrid-Alicante, which ran down the street from Garden Avenue Chapí that were logically busiest and most logically why we were forbidden to travel.
From early morning until the electric lights were turned on there, permanently, a policeman directing traffic. Municipal template-such was the local police of those days, I do not think he reached ten, and that there was a fixed guard on the market and another on the door of the mayor, took place "Lino" until retired, yet we all seemed there were too many, this was the peace and tranquility, while today we are not sure with nunguna safeguard. THE PRICE OF FREEDOM!
Of all the guards to direct traffic at that corner, highlights the unforgettable "barrels"; wide back, short neck, small of stature and pleasantly friendly face gesturing and dancing to the sound of the whistle, taking on as one that says large moles that were beginning to go through Nuesto people, of which one, had to infinite number of maneuvers in order to make the turn the corner without taking ahead of the tailor shop that made me the first suit of my life, that the picture is closed and whose walls can still appreciate the occasional rubs truck .
I think it was the time Brotóns barrel and which coincided with the diversion of the road, reducing traffic very considerably, and while the guard kept coming to the corner, it was never what it was, but what remains in my memory.
Behind the guard, who always gave off the street, gardens, and occupying a small space too small and shabby little square that was there, they installed a Carrico with all kinds of nuts, pandehigos, lupines, anise, sweet , stratum, and licorice, among other items. The man ran a huge mustache whose ends widened as if they were blades, yellowed by the smoke of snuff. His countenance reminded that I do not know why my imagination suggests to me as a soldier of fortune or a filibuster, though his character was gentle and his face predisposed to the friendly smile. Is surprising that with the age I could have remember every detail of their appearance, including her outfit, with those stuffed shirts, vest and pants with little pockets of brown or gray corduroy covering a thin body of just under 1.7 or high . She wore sandals without socks and covered his head with a cap when it is removed to dry the sweat left it a completely bald aponeurotic galea and ostensibly white, being almost constantly shaded.
Ataulfo \u200b\u200bThe Carrico's Uncle, that was his name, who through the miracle of the word is reborn, was in line with one side of the square, at the bottom, always looking from the back of our guard on duty was a source. She is usually flocked where my sisters and sometimes my mother to get water for drinking and cooking, since coming to the houses had a perverse taste and never used for human consumption. I sometimes went with who was the source, but if I could I avoided because they generally had to queue and I never liked having to wait, but then I liked hearing the stories they told my sister about what had happened at the source, than I, despite being there, or I had learned.
At home at the corner with the square, whose ground floor would be installed many years after the Armory Torres, just to the right of the picture of Uncle Ataulfo, according to the model we already know, there was a tragic event that was very famous for the macabre.
From early morning until the electric lights were turned on there, permanently, a policeman directing traffic. Municipal template-such was the local police of those days, I do not think he reached ten, and that there was a fixed guard on the market and another on the door of the mayor, took place "Lino" until retired, yet we all seemed there were too many, this was the peace and tranquility, while today we are not sure with nunguna safeguard. THE PRICE OF FREEDOM!
Of all the guards to direct traffic at that corner, highlights the unforgettable "barrels"; wide back, short neck, small of stature and pleasantly friendly face gesturing and dancing to the sound of the whistle, taking on as one that says large moles that were beginning to go through Nuesto people, of which one, had to infinite number of maneuvers in order to make the turn the corner without taking ahead of the tailor shop that made me the first suit of my life, that the picture is closed and whose walls can still appreciate the occasional rubs truck .
I think it was the time Brotóns barrel and which coincided with the diversion of the road, reducing traffic very considerably, and while the guard kept coming to the corner, it was never what it was, but what remains in my memory.
Behind the guard, who always gave off the street, gardens, and occupying a small space too small and shabby little square that was there, they installed a Carrico with all kinds of nuts, pandehigos, lupines, anise, sweet , stratum, and licorice, among other items. The man ran a huge mustache whose ends widened as if they were blades, yellowed by the smoke of snuff. His countenance reminded that I do not know why my imagination suggests to me as a soldier of fortune or a filibuster, though his character was gentle and his face predisposed to the friendly smile. Is surprising that with the age I could have remember every detail of their appearance, including her outfit, with those stuffed shirts, vest and pants with little pockets of brown or gray corduroy covering a thin body of just under 1.7 or high . She wore sandals without socks and covered his head with a cap when it is removed to dry the sweat left it a completely bald aponeurotic galea and ostensibly white, being almost constantly shaded.
Ataulfo \u200b\u200bThe Carrico's Uncle, that was his name, who through the miracle of the word is reborn, was in line with one side of the square, at the bottom, always looking from the back of our guard on duty was a source. She is usually flocked where my sisters and sometimes my mother to get water for drinking and cooking, since coming to the houses had a perverse taste and never used for human consumption. I sometimes went with who was the source, but if I could I avoided because they generally had to queue and I never liked having to wait, but then I liked hearing the stories they told my sister about what had happened at the source, than I, despite being there, or I had learned.
At home at the corner with the square, whose ground floor would be installed many years after the Armory Torres, just to the right of the picture of Uncle Ataulfo, according to the model we already know, there was a tragic event that was very famous for the macabre.
A member of the household, male, no reason that could alleviate so unhappy decision, hanged himself, leaving balance your body on a huge bonfire that had previously lit below where I had to be hung up his body.
Both, of many different forms, they disappear leaving no trace that the memory you can get them in that generation wanted their immediate and perhaps, if any, what someone like me can get light sixty-odd years later, those who leave always give way to those who come, but with those who leave, something we are going too. My fingers are still trying to get a sunflower pipe through the metal mesh that protected those nuts. Never did it but are still struggling without success there, but now I know it would have sufficed to ask him.
Ataulfo \u200b\u200bTio, which I'm sure no one remembers, has happened to me and I hope you pass with a good time, remembering those times, so difficult that both taught us to appreciate even the smallest of trifles .
Both, of many different forms, they disappear leaving no trace that the memory you can get them in that generation wanted their immediate and perhaps, if any, what someone like me can get light sixty-odd years later, those who leave always give way to those who come, but with those who leave, something we are going too. My fingers are still trying to get a sunflower pipe through the metal mesh that protected those nuts. Never did it but are still struggling without success there, but now I know it would have sufficed to ask him.
Ataulfo \u200b\u200bTio, which I'm sure no one remembers, has happened to me and I hope you pass with a good time, remembering those times, so difficult that both taught us to appreciate even the smallest of trifles .
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