View Folded church at dusk, from Mount
Today the bells have stopped ringing. The noise from cars, factories, tractors, bars, sirens, clubs ... has left them mute or not ... Maybe, just maybe, we who have become deaf ... Those who do not know how to listen. Bells once served in towns and cities to warn of the proximity of a storm, fire or Huebra call to report the birth of a boy or a girl, to mourn the dead ...
So the portrait of today, starts with the ringing of a bell.
church bell Folded
Tam, tam, tam. In the month of October. It was barely seven o'clock. On top of the bell, the sexton, Sheriff's instructions, Huebra touched. At home, Aunt Paca was the last turn to the second omelette, made with six eggs that morning. " Just in time," she thought upon hearing the call.
spread a cloth on the table, he placed it on a piece of brown paper and laid there the first tortilla. Another piece of paper and finishing off the second tortilla. He took the four corners of the cloth, as a serillo knotted, and placed in a wicker basket, along with a jar the first year quince paste, bread, and half cheese.
black scarf was placed over his head, grabbed the basket and went to the plaza. Aunt Paca, was the only woman who came to all Huebro. Unlike others, she did not have to pay the fee to go in place of her husband. Was bad enough already. Next to the chariot drawn by two oxen, a dozen men armed with axes, saws and boots of wine and two or three women who, like Aunt Paca, were loaded with baskets or serillos. All had come to the call of the Huebra October. Touching wood supply houses for winter. They let the tools and food in the car and on foot, slowly, as the sun peaks desperazaba after they reached the mountain.
The work was well distributed, men were responsible for cutting firewood and clearing the forest and, while women were piling logs and branches, forming bundles or sheaves. So, until lunchtime, around noon. There was always someone who sounded the alarm, "pulls, is over for today, eat, it's time" - or something similar. They threw a blanket or a couple of them on the grass and there they lay all about the food: tortillas, cheese, sausage, bacon and even a lamb stew, dessert wine and pasta, quince and caramel.
Completed work , dropped the bundles and the bundles to the car and returned to town singing. In the afternoon, made the drawing of lots. Aunt Paca as a woman and alone, always satisfied with the smallest. To her, it was sufficient for the winter.
A neighbor, Toño, a few days ago, near the firewood pitero,
freshly cut Note: October is still FOLDER, the preparation of the winter months, some more, some less, seeks to fill the bread basket of firewood. No longer is summoned Huebra, although this formula is still used, and no bell at least once a year to clean up piles and ditches clear. Incidentally, here also speak of the Huebra and is precisely the picture of piety, which has inspired this "portrait." ;-)
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