Recently many bloggers have dedicated posts to their loved ones and as I was considering the idea but what is definite is the number of times in recent months have told me how brave I am to raise my daughter alone, and I thought how overrated we are today some women. My
grandmother was from a village belonging to the more "Cangas East or West? of Asturias, with nine siblings, one of whom was throughout the war confined in the barn, walked one they brought to a concentration camp and then went across the Pyrenees, and the three girls went to the capital serve, my grandmother was one of them.
cases with a taxi driver in a small town in Segovia, had my mother and when she was three years and had just detect a spinal problem that would invalidate up to nine years, became pregnant and had to make by a ten-year niece whose single mother had just died.
war broke out and died My grandfather peritonitis, and she was caught in Madrid.
There's a period in which tugged family, acquaintances and anything that was not another man in her life, said that one and no more, and well he fulfilled to the letter, and I know that for its size and his desire to work never lacked propositions.
At one point the situation was so precarious that put the child in school for orphans of San Ildefonso, my mother sent her to a hospital in the Malvarrosa (there was six years bedridden) and newborn niece adopted the lady went to work for company (with twelve years old).
She went to work waitress in a large hotel in Madrid, and never wanted to be the governess for not having to deal with postwar nadie.Se passed the pillar to take my mother for what little he earned and brought food from the market from Valencia in Madrid until the potatoes were scarce.
When my mother and could be operated and started walking, the Asturias sent to grandparents.
Ten years later, lived its golden age, all worked and were able to move in together for the first time in their lives, even joined in the floor (later to me I was too small for my daughter and me) to
friend. There
count as they went on Sunday to watch two film sessions, the shrimp that was able to take each in record time on the day they charged or what the neighbors complained about the soirees I always had at home.
was the first to have television on the stairs, and his phone went all the neighbors to talk with family on Christmas.
One day he decided that the niece was happening rice and married by proxy to a Cuban resident in New York.Al retirement he spent six months in the U.S., two in Roma (home of some friends started) , four in Barcelona with us and for Christmas a couple of months in Madrid to be with his son (who did not forgive neglect and secret malcasose only "pa" fuck).
was hard, but was able to take the afternoon with us taking the broom mount, racing snails and taking us to see the cabrera.No told stories but knew the life of All Saints Can you imagine what martyrdom for little girls of six and eight years?.
scolded me for doing a drama on the day she died the dog in her arms, could not stand the bed scenes on TV, but was never voted pro Carrillo and read the ABC, all their savings to spend on ourselves and only cried when he traveled.
From her I learned to make bread croquettes first batter and then in egg and could go into much more but I aburrirÃa.Intenté my daughter was born the same day it to maintain its integrity, but could not be, would have blown away watching me and my sister single mother with children arrejuntarse it but
kings would give little notes to everyone.
As the last fifteen years I have lived in what was her house countless times I've heard of it: "How you look like your grandmother, and this is not, I am more sensitive and not nearly all that could have do you?, finally, although I do not like the word (call me corny) it was my YAYA (with all the connotations), and since then I have at least 25% of their genetics.
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