United We Stand (Sometimes)
I've been thinking lately of how we should get together just like in France and stand up for our rights. But Spaniards rarely form a solid front on anything. Except on a local scale. The largest parish in our township is Taragoña. During the years of famine and afterwards, until 1968, they had a priest that was the model priest of a small parish in those times. He charged everyone for everything. It didn't matter to him that a family didn't have enough money to pay for a funeral or a baptism or anything else. One way or another, he had to be paid. Any official paper he had to sign also had to be paid, doubly. First, the best part of the pig butchering or the largest eggs the hens lay, and then the amount of money that paper cost. And back then you couldn't do almost anything without a paper attesting to a neighbor's good standing in the parish signed by the priest. Eventually, that priest died and went to wherever he deserved to go, and a new priest was assign...