MY blog

Some in My family

Since the beginning I have always written about my family in my blog. They are what is most important to me! I have had a rich life because my family identity is that of being immigrants from Portugal. Every family as a collective has an identity....immigrants, politicians, civil servants, italian, portuguese, greek etc. Sunday we visited my cousin who is very ill. She received a phone call from her son who was at a baptism in New Jersey. He was the godfather of the baby. He told his mother who just finished chemotherapy and will be doing more chemotherapy in two weeks that the party was not the same without her. She was the glue of the family, the enthusiastic one who gathered everyone for the usual pictures or told the funny stories etc. She is the life of the party. My grandmother left her job to raise nine grandchildren and countless other children of Portuguese immigrants in Norwood so that they could work and make money. She did this for free for everyone, even if they were not her grandchildren. She is precious to me just like the rest of my family. SACRED. They know me best. We have lost in our family our share of lives of the parties....Tony, Sue.... too early... ..So I will keep practicing those photos of my 6 month old nephew and my 47 year old cousin and my 94 year old grandmother and everyone in between. And I will write about them in my blog. And I will cherish every moment.

unconcious ..years from home

I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business,—just a life I left Was such still dwelling there? I fumbled at my nerve, I scanned the windows near; The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear. I laughed a wooden laugh That I could fear a door, Who danger and the dead had faced, But never quaked before. I fitted to the latch My hand, with trembling care, Lest back the awful door should spring, And leave me standing there. I moved my fingers off As cautiously as glass, And held my ears, and like a thief Fled gasping from the house. Emily Dickinson Complete poems 1924

My grandmother

She is my best company while I am here in Boston until at least Christmas. She immigrated at about age 60 so my mother and her brothers could come here. I would like to be able to better photograph her so that I could capture her essence ..esp. in b&w.

hello family and friends

here I am with Lucas :)

looking/olhar

Sempre olhei para ti desta maneira..... (with wonder)

happy Mother´s Day from afar.

Mary

...and because you are cool, this song is for you.

LUZ

Ontém á noite quando cheguei a casa de uma longa viagem tinha á minha espera no correio esta linda tela feita pelo very talented, Ricardo Rodrigues, do blog WISHES AND HEROES! Uma boneca saloia que fiz em Janeiro ....(a favorite doll made by me living in the USA with a very special person)!

I can´t stop admiring it and I am so grateful to Ricardo for his kind words and gesture. Dear Ricardo....continuarei sim, á fazer as minhas bonecas e bolas de trapos....muitos beijinhos e até ao prometido jantar em Sintra. I look forward to meeting you.

thank you so much

me and my father

Quero agradecer muito todos os commentarios ao meu post "a window". Thank you all for the great advice and ideas and I will most certainly update my blog from time to time but probably not as much as before and I will visit all of your open windows as well and make my silly comments! Gostava tanto de vos conhecer também pessoalmente (e ver mais os amigos!) e espero que se visitarem Sintra e me virem ...that you stop me and say hello. Blogs are so lacking in human feeling.

Parece ontém que coloquei aqui a fotografia de mim e o meu pai. Esta foi de quando ele chegou de Boston. Hoje foi a partida para Boston e não levei a maquina fotografica mas quis tanto assinalar aqui no meu blog o facto de ele partir e dizer-lhe que o amo tanto! e que o Natal parece tão longe para o ver mais uma vez (com todinha o resto da familia!). Mas sou immigrante and that´s life. Curti estes quatro dias com ele aqui em Sintra e Lisboa. Gostei estar só com ele desta vez.... só nos os dois e ele a contar-me coisas que não conhecia dele. See you in December! heart heart heart!

From my friend Daniela: beauty and strength Thank you!