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Dundo 14 de Abril de 1968 - Numa estrada em construção
para a piscina
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Bastos (construção de estradas), ?
(chefe do serviço de cartografia e desenho), ? (chefe de transportes), Fernando
Ferreira e ? (empregado da administração)
My father…
He was a
bright and good man… this is a good way to start the description of a father… but
my father was a complex character…
He was the
oldest of 5 brothers, borned in a poor family… only he lived more than one year…
His mother
was an house keeper… not much to say about her… hardly know her…
His father
was a working man… in the 1930’s / 1940’s was the owner of one of the best car mechanic
in this town… he didn’t follow the evolution and in the 1960’s he was broke…
spent the rest of his life doing small works in nickel… he bit his wife and son…
Once my
father had the chance to work in a bank but he didn’t allow it… he worked in a
photo shop taking pictures of people and events…
My father
went to Lisbon
where he work for Renault, and latter at the National Theatre has an actor for
a brief time…
In the 1940’s
he had lumb problems and in the 1950’s he become an active member of local
parish (Sunday school and Saint Vincent of Paul Conference…)
In late 1950’s
he went to Angola and only returned in 1968 to married in Alcobaça with my
mother (after 19 years without talking because they were hungry with each other…
He worked
for Diamang, the diamonds company of Angola… I only know he lived in
Cafunfo and Calonda…
In 1975 he
returned to Portugal
after spending 36 hours inside a bath tube with bullets passing over him…
Here he
worked selling building materials and spent lot of time with politics…
He was a
founder of local CDS and for a short time member of municipality parliament…
He was very
absent… left home very early and returned for dinner an d after he left for
politics…
At the weekend
he only knew the way to São Martinho do Porto,
ending with a cake and a milk with chocolate at Capristanos in Caldas da Rainha…
In 1985 he
lost his job and become with a drinking problem that will killed him in April
1986…
Strangely I don’t
have much more memories of him…
This is one
of my problems with family – although people weren’t bad to me they just lived
me alone and I truly never had a real family… and I miss that very, very much…
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