The title is a rhyme my grandmother has always chimed. I love hearing her use it but now I say it to her every morning when I see her and now I call her
minha linda rolinha ( my little turtle dove) like she did me. Today after work, on this perfect summer day I gave her a haircut! I have been cutting her hair for the last few years when she is in Portugal in the summers and I used to cut my grandfather´s hair as well. I wish my grandmother remembered more about her grandmother and grandfather but she really never talked about them and my mother was young when her grandparents died and so I know little about my maternal family history and almost none of my father´s. I have no pictures of either side of the family of great grandparents or great great grandparents and only a handful and not even that of pictures of my grandparents on either side of when they were young. They were poor and lived in small rural villages, but mostly because they were poor...no pictures survived or were ever taken. Only when my great uncle ..my grandmother´s brother ,went to Portugal in 1955 did he take the two pictures that have my grandparents and my mother and her brothers as children. I know from my 78 year old American cousin, Mary, my great uncle´s daughter ,that he was so impressed with the poverty that he saw that when he was able to bring them to America he did. Ó Maria...és linda!
The title is a rhyme my grandmother has always chimed. I love hearing her use it but now I say it to her every morning when I see her and now I call her minha linda rolinha ( my little turtle dove) like she did me. Today after work, on this perfect summer day I gave her a haircut! I have been cutting her hair for the last few years when she is in Portugal in the summers and I used to cut my grandfather´s hair as well. I wish my grandmother remembered more about her grandmother and grandfather but she really never talked about them and my mother was young when her grandparents died and so I know little about my maternal family history and almost none of my father´s. I have no pictures of either side of the family of great grandparents or great great grandparents and only a handful and not even that of pictures of my grandparents on either side of when they were young. They were poor and lived in small rural villages, but mostly because they were poor...no pictures survived or were ever taken. Only when my great uncle ..my grandmother´s brother ,went to Portugal in 1955 did he take the two pictures that have my grandparents and my mother and her brothers as children. I know from my 78 year old American cousin, Mary, my great uncle´s daughter ,that he was so impressed with the poverty that he saw that when he was able to bring them to America he did. Ó Maria...és linda!
