rather I grew up in Sierra Nevada, in the hills Pradollano ... My father was a pastor in the mountains ... and up to fourteen years I was with him in the pure forest. At 14 I came here to work with the nuns. A convent between now and next, in Ogíjares .. I tilled the garden, made Chapucillas different and, of course, also made them "lies." I was like "mandaero." Often come to shop here, so I will talk today about the shops and businesses Armilla at that time (the 50's and early 60)
those was a grocery store that we called the " Purico the country houses. "up there, where now are the jars that. In the store was selling a little of everything, as in the past in all such ventures. The husband went with a car along the road to Granada, the "mercao" of S. Augustine per fruit. It was also "Soria" of accoutrements to eat as the other in the real road to Motril. What a nice shopping! So familiar, where shopkeepers know the life and miracles of almost the entire parish. Stores that were social meeting point, with that whiff so special, with brown slip of paper to do the math with a pencil hooked to a cord-or placed in the ear, not lose it. And there in one hand bags kidney beans, chickpeas, flour, lentils ... (Then came the work of removing the stones and the "coconut", which was a black bichillos, these lentils, hearing, afternoon, serials, the "Love Rosa "or" Simply Maria "). And do not forget ... when you bought me as well, something in bulk, you always cast "the Mandaic" which was more about what puñaíllo purchased (flour, rice or whatever).
those was a grocery store that we called the " Purico the country houses. "up there, where now are the jars that. In the store was selling a little of everything, as in the past in all such ventures. The husband went with a car along the road to Granada, the "mercao" of S. Augustine per fruit. It was also "Soria" of accoutrements to eat as the other in the real road to Motril. What a nice shopping! So familiar, where shopkeepers know the life and miracles of almost the entire parish. Stores that were social meeting point, with that whiff so special, with brown slip of paper to do the math with a pencil hooked to a cord-or placed in the ear, not lose it. And there in one hand bags kidney beans, chickpeas, flour, lentils ... (Then came the work of removing the stones and the "coconut", which was a black bichillos, these lentils, hearing, afternoon, serials, the "Love Rosa "or" Simply Maria "). And do not forget ... when you bought me as well, something in bulk, you always cast "the Mandaic" which was more about what puñaíllo purchased (flour, rice or whatever).
store was also Antonio "Chango" there, along with tight now ... which also sold bulk coffee, garlic, bay leaf, spices, sweet shortcakes, cornicabra peppers, bacon, sausage , sausage, cod of these large, open a map, potting soil, coal and lapilli, ceramics, flour, and why not! those round wooden boxes herring, well placed, as a circle of silver. Buy one or two. You put them on a sheet of brown paper fat I had with the jam, a good hook. Then he took the fish dry, and the doorway it is bruised or pounded on the table. I wouldst a good herring with a piece of bread, a tomato opened with salt, wine vasillo and I knew as the best food in the world .. but then .... All afternoon the "joias" pilchards for water! They were good, "Chambers" the damn!
I remember now Trini "The Morenilla." Behind the school San Miguel. She lived up and was down your local. It was a store that was like a "Dragstore" .... because those run in continuous time. So Sunday we went to for things "Go, Morenilla sorry to bother you, see if you fall, I'm turning white and I ran out of lime. If you do me the favor to sell me a bag of pasta. "And she was always helpful and friendly throughout, went ... never said no" That other woman!, Which now "mismico" low!. Do not worry "." There he began selling lime, paint brushes, which made her homemade soap, candles and even eggs from hens that had there back in a little courtyard. Later the business was flourish: then appeared brushes, assorted paints, bleaches, nails and nails, straw hats for the field, strings, laces, the shoes of those of homespun cloth, bedding, games terry loops, needles, embroidery racks, aprons, pajamas and thimbles, buttons, wool, fine wire, toys for good .... Reyes "to of everything". To say it looked like the "Corte Ingles! But boy, yes .. About five years ago that took the shop .. and now his daughter, on the road has other business Thursday. But otherwise ... clear.
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