re: #128 Decatur Deb
“Guadalajara” is one of the words you say just because it feels so good to say it. (“Teruel” and “Luthien Tinuviel” are others.)
I raised by priests and nuns, thus a lot of Phalange Phans. Fortunately, our school library had this book, which pretty much undid it all:
Ah, Spain.
Here’s a delightful < spit > tale of the remains of those days…
Ascensión Mendieta has finally found her father.
Mendieta is 90 now. She was 13 when she last saw him. He was marched away from their home in the middle of the night, with a stranger holding a pistol to his head. The year was 1939.
Never let anyone tell you that Franco, Pinochet or any of the rest were anything but pure evil.