Dear children, today is March 8, International Women's Day and thought I'd tell you about a very special lady, my great grandmother Christina.
You see here in this sepia photo, surrounded by many small children among which is also my grandfather Virgil, father of my mother. See sometimes fate? The grandmother was not born yet Adri and her husband had already made the acquaintance of the woman who would become, many years later, her mother-in-law. Funny is not it?
great-grandmother was here just over a young girl and was a kindergarten teacher, then married the great-grandfather James, and my grandmother were born Adri and her sister.
was a very special woman, a psychologist with the third grade. Yes, because in his day could not go to school for so long, at least not all it could do, especially women. But she knew how to listen to people, read their and thought he did when he spoke with gentleness and determination, going to hit exactly where needed. So you were holding the answers that no one had given you, but above all, without even having asked why. For the children it was a disaster, the mother tells me that the lies with the great-grandmother had very short legs. There was obviously a downside and it was very good, because she never yelled at anyone, his glance was enough to understand you made a prank and to apologize and then say: "Yes, I know you did not do on purpose and I know you do not do anymore! "
And who never would have dreamed of repeating any mischief to be aware discovered even before they have thought?
You could go to visit at any time, the door of his home was always open and when they got you smile and you ask, "Are you hungry?" Maybe she and her great-grandfather had already had dinner and washed the dishes, but if you answer yes, the helmet, the world will prepare something to eat.
the evening he lay down on the couch with a red cover and wool for bouillotte watching TV and started the ritual of slow hairpins. Yes, because my great-grandmother had the bun to hold it on the head and filled him with pins and clips. My mother loved to be part of this ritual, it always tells me, jumped on the couch together his grandmother and started to rummage through his hair white and then passing the pins one by one. Once the collection is crouched next to her grandmother and was at that point that stroked her hair, until my mother, cradled in the warmth of Boulle and smell sweet and soft body of the grandmother fell asleep in his arms.
Cristina great-grandmother had the skin smooth and soft as a peach freshly picked, fragrant and heated by the sun. I think that's great grandfather was overwhelmed, because he always said to have married the prettiest girl in the country, at eighty still wore bunches of flowers for her birthday and served hot coffee in bed every morning.
In the photo above you see the great-great-grandfather James and Cristina with their granddaughters. The middle one, the most disordered, is my mom. She never admit it, but I had just finished doing somersaults in the grass when you took this photo ...
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