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know the history of our ancestors, their lives, is an activity needed to assess what we have and rediscover values \u200b\u200bthat many times, we have not exercised enough by the prosperity of the times in which we live. The world tour, says the famous Italian song, but people who have preceded us have left us a priceless legacy, an example of bravery, courage, sacrifice, austerity, hardship, work, constancy, humility ... Words, unfortunately, are not fashionable and that many of us, especially younger ones, we should reflect on them.

Alcublas In and in many towns of Los Serranos, there is evidence of hard lives, hard times ... Play these STORIES is like watching "master classes" of LIFE, in which eyes full of memories take us back to another time, another time ... So different now! but our, necessarily ours ... Our history .

In fifties, was a town Alcublas depressed, poor and "forgotten" The Highlands. The effects of the civil war worsened, more if possible, their precarious situation. With a subsistence economy based mainly on agriculture and livestock and a notable "isolation" caused by its geographical location, life in Alcublas seemed to have stopped. Keep in mind that our town was the last of the whole province of Valencia have power, in an efficient and well regulated. And the system of sewerage and drinking water was undertaken until the early 70's.

The images that we present are one of the bars in those years was in town, the coffee Batoya. It was in what is now the bar Layer. At the coffee, all I had coffee (as we have) and you can see to the left of the first image, the customers were not very lavish (sent circumstances) and the drinks were scarce and rationed. In the morning, opened at six, before the start of The Chelvana (6h 30 '), and served the copic before going to the mountain to tone the body: cazalla, brandy, cognac ... Afternoon card games and drinks shared by four, some coffee, an occasional drink, occasional vermouth ... little money in their pockets. In winter, light a wood stove and around it for warmth agglutinated parishioners and conversation. Which was a bit late, went cold. When the light was, commonplace, candles were lit for men to continue with the games ... In the bar a jug for the day when the budget ran out. coffee cost a dime and malt, two real .


The photos speak for themselves ... the times certainly were different.
not had much ... practically nothing. But every afternoon, to finish the job, gathered around a wood stove tired men, who were playing brisca or spoke of the crops ... to share life and time. A time lag slow, rhythmic pace of nature, in which there was no stress, no hurry ...
My grandmother, when the time came for dinner, I ordered the coffee Batoya to call Grandpa and entering , saw it with his cigarette dangling from his lips and a "triumph" in hand to win the last point of "oomph" in the afternoon ... near the stove.
Fortunately, in those years, there were no phones.

* This article is a tribute to Aunt Dolores (the Batoya).