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THE WHISTLE OF THE REFINERY, THE WHISTLE OF SURRENDERED PENCO

"Which one first?, Does Fanaloza or the Refinery?

was a gamble to know in real time which of the two industries more accurately Penco announce the arrival of the new year by sounding their sirens and whistles. The children stayed with her ear glued to the radio, he was writing down the minutes count down. And when he was very close for the night 12 of those 31 December, had to unfold to see if it Fanaloza siren or whistle would sound the refinery the first. Competition.

The sound of the siren potter electric alarms evoked World War II that showed in the movies. When there were air raid alert, there were the sirens to announce it and get with it people seek refuge.

The whistle of the refinery was older still, a relic even for the twentieth century. He recalled his powerful litany booming years of the Industrial Revolution. It was the most characteristic audio Penco. It seemed like the roar of a response stubborn mythology, the roar of a Tyrannosaurus surprise lurking in the woods or a ship lost in the storm. I could not describe otherwise the ring so special whistle refiner. That sound, however, was dapper, sound and robust. Stay in tune even in the highest and longest of his tone. We felt at home when we heard the bleating long snore.

Why refiner no manager came up to have made New Year's whistle a popular event? "This is that people could see the preparations, setup and actions of the key that gave way to steam burning was whistling the whistle? These are questions for which no response.

The question today is whether it warrants where is the whistle of the refinery? Because it must be somewhere. Will it be launched and left by the wayside somewhere in the industry? If so would it be possible recover and take back the whistle Penco Refinery operating again? Imagine a new year sunset: the whistle recovered with a couple of engineers that make it work, turning on a kettle, boiling water, get high-pressure steam and just at midnight to make it sound, as in their heyday. Would not a national event and an honor for Penco? How much will it?

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EXCELLENT SCHOOL FOOTBALL REVIEW PENCONA

E l tsunami destroyed the municipal gym Penco, but the enthusiasm has not missed among athletes pencones. Patricio Ramirez, with his well-known sporting spirit and long career as head coach of amateur and professional football, he led a school sport for children and youth of the community. The practices of this school of football were made in many different areas of the district, between the months of April and November this year. On November 11 the school's football finished its activities with an exhibition of street football in between Penco and Mipú O'Higgins, with the participation of young students Comebacks. On this occasion, each participant was given a medal in recognition of participation, enthusiasm and camaraderie.

This pencón blog gives you a warm greeting and gratitude to Patricio Ramirez Merino for this commendable activity to support children and youth in the community through the sport healthier.

photos can be seen in the activities in the closing ceremony of her soccer school run by Patrick Ramirez, who appears to the left in the picture below. Finally, a video with a beautiful goal street. (Contributed by Julio Méndez Briones).

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BRAVO! CASINO

A Although Penco reconstruction has been slow, the traditional casino East, bohemian place of several generations, destroyed by the tsunami and subsequent looting, is almost ready for its relaunch. It is expected that the night of Dec. 31 to accommodate pencones enthusiasts to see the year 2010 and welcome to a better 2011. In the picture you can see the casino east with his face rejuvenated. Congratulations to these entrepreneurs pencones ready to rise from the ashes. That they go well! (Contributed by Julio Méndez Briones)

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RETURNS DAILY PLANET EAST, A DREAM OF CHILDREN IN PENCO

M i interest in journalism was born a beautiful summer afternoon on the beach at Penco. Children were enjoying the sunshine, yellow sand and gentle breeze coming from the sea, a unique phenomenon of Penco. Surely it was a Sunday because the resort was full of sunbathers, umbrellas, towels with the environment flooded with music that came from the casinos (now absent). But what was the seed?. My mother planted that day in my childish soul. She said, looking at a photographer who took pictures with his camera: "I want you to be like him, who works for the newspaper." I concentrated on the man: black pants, white shirt short sleeves and tie. I watched as he took pictures and wrote in a notebook. My mother grabbed me by the hand, was quiet and both continue to look like the camera man moved to the public until he lost sight of. The other children in the group of swimmers did not notice the situation and yelled at me to run out and a dip in the cold sea of \u200b\u200bPenco.

Weeks after the beach episode, I had the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking my own newspaper, had an enthusiastic partner in the plan was me, Victor Aqueveque. I gave him encouragement and he felt that the newspaper would have a new formula to keep playing. And we started to do reporting. The first day, when we made the deal, we go out separately to get news. I stood dumbfounded for a taco wagon that was formed in the rise of the cemetery. Cars and buses were advancing to a meter per hour, otherwise embarrassing situation on the slope. I ran to see what was the reason for the block, a very rare situation for the time. Today that revistiría not any interest. I ran and reached the source of the problem. A huge truck dragging a very heavy burden snorting like a mad bull to beat the rise in first gear and moved closer to the turn of the wheel. The driver was sweating and looking forward instruments. Occasionally missed a look in the mirror, no doubt worried about the huge taco that was causing. The problem ended when the vehicle reached the peak load. That fact seemed to me a story that deserved fun because there was never a traffic jam so big and so foreboding that I began to write.

That night we got together with my partner and talk things we had seen. Victor strongly agreed that the taco should be the first news of the day. He went instead discovered that many dogs loose on the streets. I gave the book and I wrote the story, the fun of it was that Victor knew the names of all the neighborhood dogs. The because of the frequent news was fighting dogs "could be the cause of hydrophobia? Good story. Both

met six short stories. And how do we publish?, Victor asked me and I showed him my notebook back. I must have taken about ten pages. I set out to write in one of the leaflets and newspaper filled with the composition on both sides. It occurred to me remove the stories with a horizontal line. Over the first issue, Victor and I got a copy with manuscritra and calligraphic letter (so that all understand) the other copies. The good thing was that we had patience. Ten copies of the newspaper were finished and ready for distribution within half an hour.

restless Victor asked me what it was called the newspaper. I smiled because the name of my diary was spinning in my head. The Planet, I said. My partner seemed extraordinary. That night we went to sell the first copy of The Planet. Our neighbors were amazed, the gayest of them for my initiative was Don Roberto Martinez. I remember I took the paper and began reading it immediately. We earned fifty dollars. Not bad.

Planet continued to circulate normally for a couple of weeks. Neighbors were not always fifty dollars, so in some cases we had to give it away. The

buried my journal Nature. Just when we were preparing for a special edition with a broad coverage of the anniversary of Penco Naval Battle of Iquique, the project was shattered forever. That May 21, 1960 the earthquake. Terrified by the phenomenon and my assistant and I had encouragement for new publications. Worse, the next day came the movement stronger and that night we had to start fearing the hills output Tues As we watched the disaster from Villarrica, my assistant asked me: What we do with The Planet? I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. Such was the trauma of the devastating effects of earthquakes, which estimates that the game was finished. And then The Metro did not return to circulate in the neighborhood, although there are friends who still remember the fresh ink and modest entertaining stories.

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PENCONAS burning their TABS WORKING AT HOME GOLD SEEKERS

T ork at home we felt a great invention of modernity. With the computer connected to the internet can work at home like you're in the office. Is, the gurus told us and we looked stunned. Can not be, we said - and how the boss will monitor our work, how we are going to look into the eyes of others? And we responded gurus: your PC has a camera and a microphone so you can watch and talk to your colleagues. Working at home is much better.

course, I experienced then you work better, but it works much, much more. Because you can be producing until the wee hours of the morning. Those who work in an office go hit at 5.30 pm ...

But, very careful, this issue is not a new invention. Many people thought I can attest that this form has a solid history.

In the forties and fifties of the twentieth century work at home was a matter of daily living. Since no known imports of clothing, reigned in our tailors. In those years, these gentlemen of Penco became "America." Bought the fabric Tome and Bellavista. The stores acquired in factories or paid directly to the textile workers who regularly received a cut of cloth from her industry as a bonus for working hours. This stock made to provide variety to customers.

tailors Penco (Barrientos and Bustos mostly) attended their workshops pencones dozens of workers that were sent to make costumes. Barrientos Bustos and they took the measures, following cuts made molds of cardboard and handed the makings to vestoneras and trouser. That is, making out tailoring. Went to the homes of those workers that were responsible for encandelillar, sewing and ironing clothes. Were those women who took the risk of carrying the cut pieces to their homes where built pants and Vestone. Needless to say Barrientos Bustos and paid them what they wanted to stay with the infinitely thick cake. Neither estimate, or contract, or health for these workers.

The trouser vestoneras and gave their work on Friday afternoon after burning the tabs at their sewing machines crank. It was the time that Barrientos Bustos and exercising quality control. The seam Here, the buttons over there to iron sights. If the work was not approved, back to the house to unpick and sew again. Bitterness, because the pay was deferred. Made corrections workers tailors customers wearing their new clothes. Only then these women received their money so scarce that just gave them to survive.

Well, but the matter was that these women worked at home until late at night far exceeding all labor laws. If they were alive now they do not come with stories that it is better to work at home or is a new mode, specific to the XXI century. No. It was a very practical method for those tailors Penco years, as clothing, art, dedication, love for the clothing was not in the tailor, was in the houses of the seamstresses. "Today, anyone remember them?. I do.

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PENCO

L to search for gold in the sands of the marshes was an activity unrelated to the reality of Penco, even from the colony. Pedro de Valdivia just tried to find gold and got it with great success in Quilacoya River, which flows into the Bío Bío. Such was the amount of metal that Indian slaves were able to extract that delivered his sentence for the bronze: "For Well, now I will be sir. "

in our times, people tried to break his hand to his destination and also searched for gold in the beds of rivers and estuaries. Enough to be patient, get into the water, bend your back and dip a wooden plate (Challa) in the bottom gravel and rinse, wait for him to leave the mud and see if something shone in concho. No knowledge required of miners and metalworkers. Everything was shaking challa patiently squatting full of silt in the stream. I saw many people do that and I tried to do it.

All we wanted gold in his spare time, for fun or novelty. Never saw anyone jump shouting bingo! in the midst of this activity. But I heard somebody say that more than kept gold nuggets taken from the River. In my conversations with ordinary people from the surrounding heard stories that left me open-mouthed. So and so one day looking for gold in the river found a huge gold ingot but when he tried to grab him he could not, because the bar of gold slipped and went into a rock and disappear from view. "Is that luck was not for him," said fellow who complained that could not be golden rod in question.

Other people told me that in the fields in the dark nights can be distinguished moving lights among the mountains or in the open, clear stands on the existence of burials at these sites, according to tradition. Burials meant: a fortune hidden in the ground by someone. But not worth much point in continuing the lights or to determine its location with the fleece, because the jackpot was only one winner. Also had to be brave to follow the light signals, to the best of alien origin. Who could find one there at night? Brrrrr, scary!

Pinochet's government encouraged this kind of search of gold, as a way to keep busy unemployed workforce, encouraging hope to give the batatazo and made rich overnight. Again I did not know that anyone had left the river running to buy a Porsche sports car.

nuggets must be scattered in the river bottom Penco result of the action of water and tailings washing stones in the course of millions of years. But, one must know the technique, have time and have some money to settle to beat the waiting challa gold glitter in the sun at the bottom of the dish.