First of all, allow me to introduce you to my history. I would like to begin with my birthday, but, since some data is unknown, I will have to pick my baptism as a starting point. Stories tell that, when I was very young, back on the VIIIth century, a group of people with pioneering views came from a remote place and settled around here. Although my occupants could have chosen to fight such people or run away from them, they preferred to agree with the newcomers, and I was baptized after that fact "Can Maholà", in the language of the visitors, Arabic, means “The respected One”.

In spite of my old age and my bad memory, the first person I can remember of is Bartomeu Maholà, who on the 13th February 1148 acquired custody over the lands surrounding me.

It was not until 11 generations later that my occupants obtained full property over me. Margarida Maholà received on 1507, from the Monastery of Sous, direct ownership of the property. The shift of owner proved to be extremely positive for me, since the monastery is now in ruins!

Generations have gone by and each one has in some way modified me according to the needs of every period. I have suffered so many changes that I don’t resemble my origins anymore! And I have also grown in size! The main change was carried on back on the XVIIIth century and gave me the present appearance.

Throughout so many years, I have seen a huge load of things. The most painful period I lived was during the Peninsular War (1808-1814). Some Frenchified soldiers, commanded by a villager, killed Ramon Maholà i Llongarriu (1814) when he was 33 years old. When the war was over, the widow was called to testify against the criminal. For fear of retaliation, I was fortified and now I have two watchtowers.

After the Decreto de Nueva Planta issued by Philip V (1713), many families lost the name of the house. Until then, in our land, no matter who the eldest was, either a man or a woman, the sons always kept the name of the house which gave them shelter. And my time came really soon, since Ramon Maholà i Llongarriu left only a daughter, born in 1808, Mª Teresa Maholà i Masó, who could not pass my name to her sons.

At the end of the XXth century my whole structure was restored, from the foundations to the roof.

Nowadays, those who live here belong to generations 33, 34 and 35, after Bartomeu, if I did not lose count! I hope they still have energy left to keep me upright, although I know for sure that they have not lost their commitment.

To all those who think of coming here and have some curiosity, my occupants and myself will be pleased to go on explaining more stories, battles and fights which took place among these old stones during the last eight centuries.

During your holidays with us you can visit some places in our house and you will know its history and discover the usefulness of old equipment and engines in disuse today.