I thought of my paternal grandfather. As a child my mother used to say that he drank heavily and beat my grandmother. But he had a certain affection for us all separate from my nuclear family. When he died I was very young, still remember him crying in the corners but when we went to St. John's Bar at the end of the holidays. Also remember when he turned up unexpectedly to spend a few days with us when we were still living in Vila Valqueire. He was an old fort, with green eyes very intense and dour. She was always a cap on his bike, which had installed a device that allowed carrying babies sitting on the handlebars. In it, laid the grandchildren and out the city, displaying them.
other day, my father told me that he was the bastard son of a wealthy Field. It was registered in the name of the guy and everything. His mother was that women who had four children, each with a man. He received an inheritance and with it, invested in the house that still exists.
He invented many ways to make money. Had ice cream factory (which later turned to ice. I never understood why someone would buy ice from the others, but I explained that they were fishermen ...), bakery business that never went forward. He really was a bricklayer. So if in fact held.
All the sons left home early, because the witness could not stand the terrible beatings he gave to my grandmother. I am impressed with such familiar presences that had formerly unquestioned. He would never admit someone showing him that what he did was wrong and perverse. I'm always shocked by people who do harm to others without embarrassment. I never understood.
See photos of him and I see my father. I also see a lot of your personality in it. Just do not know how to explain what ... Make it clear that he does not beat my mother. Imagine!
We wonder what got him in me ...
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