Two stories, that of Betty and that of Armentini (post 34), clarifying the religious life of that time. The whole day was marked by piety: prayer beads, bells that mark the time a farmer, religious rituals and festivities that stopped the work and putting it became the moment chosen by young people to exchange glances and probe the intentions. In short, it was because it was the religious world. The first storia negli anni '50 if svolge, Mentre all'inizio degli anni seconded the '30s.
Betty Delacrétaz racconti:
going to Mass on Sunday I passed the window of the grocery store. But a Sunday that I see: oranges!
I had to read them money that Mom put in the prayer book. Lire to pay for the chair, and others for collection.
I counted and recounted my fortune, and bravely I entered the store, with I received all my lire 2 oranges.
All the way back (about 1 hour) I have seen and smelled the fragrance of these delicious fruits. On arriving I gave oranges to the Mom who has shared among all.
had to be at the table until they were acidic.
For me these oranges remain in my memory as the most delicious fruits, fragrant and tasty that I ate.
They were different times. This experience makes me appreciate every day well-being that I enjoy.
Translation:
Going to Mass on Sunday, I passed a window of the grocery store. Once I saw some beautiful oranges. pounds in my pocket just that Mom put me in the book of the mass. Lire which were used to pay for the chair in the church and for alms.
ricontai counted and my little treasure and boldly entered the store: with the money I received two oranges.
Throughout the return journey (almost an hour), I watched and smelled the delicious aroma of these fruits. Arriving I gave Mom the oranges that he divided among all.
You had to hold on to the table as they were sour. But for me these oranges are still in my memory as the most delicious fruits, fragrant and flavorful I've ever eaten.
were different times. This experience makes me appreciate every day I enjoy the well-being.
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