Morenilla By Antonio Martín.
the floors were really big. Was situated where now stands the town hall square and the street west Ganivet. They came to where he is now house of culture and delimited by the other side with the "Cortijo de la Lorenza." eras in the "husks" corn laughter and games, threshing wheat (remember the piles donkeys turning round with untiring ), dried cannabis and "scrapes" the linen (this was done by the men for what is now the home of culture and consisted of removing the rough edges of the cane and make linen, as if by magic, in something silky hair like a witch).
The ages were one of the favorite places for small fry then. They were a paved area, large (to me as a child, seemed greater still) open and clear that it was best scenario for our games and excursions. SOCCER PLAYERS played there, the rope, the "cop cop" to "brawl" (with the stamp of matchboxes and a large can of tomato such), the yew, the balls, " coward "and a thousand other things that makes my memory of this site is mixed with the sound of laughs, cries, the din of children who day by day, spent most of their leisure time outdoors in the sun or rain, cold or heat. It was then
legend among zagalones, which paved area next to the tracks had to, there were some strange rocks, different from other ... seemed like a kind of human bodies ... they said it was a sign that there were graves Moorish. Those rare forms were always arouse my imagination as a child and I imagined thousand things mysterious. After the houses were, Armilla was growing, and they were gone ... I know, found nothing at all!
Another of the many memories that come to mind related to that place so special was when hemp growers (after catch on and spend some time haza put into water in a pool that was next to "wine gum), and before removing the linen, hung to dry in the ages. Then and now comes the better, so that piled us cottage was fantastic authentic "Indian villages." Children were hoping that the build to play there. Play you play, you run run from time to time, we threw some of the "wigwams "the" Village ", which made the owners leave runs you run behind us, though, as was neglected ... hala! The kids over to play in that great place we Armilla transported directly from the Far West!. Photo
"thrashing in the ages" and "workers of the flax" Pepe Morenilla Archive ..
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