One day when Irma and I were walking, we were passing a church and she pointed out a pretty little niche in the wall in front of the church. She said is the old days, if a woman was not able to keep her baby for some reason, she could leave the baby wrapped up in blankets or in a basket in that little niche, then ring a bell on the gate. A nun would run out and get the baby and bring it into the church and care for it. The nuns would keep a list of families that wanted to adopt a baby and soon that baby would have a new home. Sometimes the mother who left the baby would leave a note with her baby, and I believe the nuns would keep that note, maybe for future reference. I'll have to check with Irma on that last piece.
(By the way Irma has corrected my spelling: it's Rábanos not Rabinos and Bacalao not Baccalau.)
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