21st Century Grandpa

Grandpa times two!

2007-11-22T20:11:00.000-03:00

Yes, Paulo surprised us arriving a little ahead of schedule, for everybody's joy!
He was born this afternoon in New York, weighing 3.075 kg (about 6 lb 13 oz). Congratulations to dad Victor and mom Juliana!
Grandpa can't wait to meet him, but this will happen only in March. Grandma will go before, in January, to give a little help.
Yesterday was a very happy day. Right after Victor called saying Paulo was arriving, Felipe called to tell he made his presentation and had his Master Degree approved. So, congratulations also to uncle Felipe!
We've only got one picture of Paulo, taken with dad's phone. As soon as we get others, of course, they'll be posted here.
I can't wait to see the two cousins together!

Children's Day

2007-10-13T21:49:00.000-03:00

I was wondering if Children's Day (which is celebrated in Brazil on October, 12th) already existed when I was a child, since I recall getting presents only on my birthday and on Christmas.
I did a quick search and found that this date was officialized by a decree signed by president Arthur Bernardes in 1924, but that it only started being celebrated on the sixties, when a toy manufacturer decided to honor the children (and to increase sales, of course) promoting the date instituted by that decree.
Even knowing that this is just more a commercial promotion than a spontaneous celebration, how can we not give presents to the children, who expect them on this date? And specially, how not to give presents to a grandson who is celebrating his first Children's Day?
Guilherme got many presents today. He probably didn't understand the reason, but he surely liked it! And he also loved to cut his cake!

June 17th

2007-06-17T21:21:00.000-03:00

Today is Father's Day in the USA and in many other countries (in Brazil, Father's Day is celebrated on the 2nd Sunday in August).
I believe every father feels, like I do, that time went by too fast and that, no matter how hard I tried to participate in my children's lives, I failed to do much of what I would like to have done together with them. Parents must work, the hours they spend with their children are never enough; when we notice, they're not children anymore, and only them we remember everything we planned to do and never did. That's why we want grandchildren so much: as grandparents, we have lots of time to play, talk or just watch our grandchildren - and on this era of digital cameras, no pictures are enough!
The reason for this reflection is that today for me is the day of one son in special, because Victor celebrates his 30th birthday. It was a short time ago that he was that blue-eyed, angel-face baby;

and right after that, the boy that went with his mom to his brother's music lesson and suddenly revealed himself as the family's musical talent. And the graduation, the wedding, the move to the US, the news that I'll be a grandfather again: all this happened so fast, 1977 was just yesterday...
And in just another moment he well be a father too, and he will live all the happiness and all the worries that every father lives. Becaus this may be another era, another generation, another millennium, but fathers and sons will always be fathers and sons.

Happy Birthday, Victor!

It seems like just yesterday...

2007-05-18T08:15:00.000-03:00

I was a computer maintenance technician - the old mainframe - and exactly 35 years ago today I went to Fortaleza to fix a CPU (today a CPU is a chip, but at that time it was a "closet" weighing hundreds of pounds) at the company's branch office.
When I arrived there I was introduced to the people that worked at the office, and I noticed that one girl was looking at me intensely.
That afternoon she sent me a note asking if I was in need of anything: coffee, water...

Only much later I learned that she had already told a friend that she was going to marry me...
The next day, after finishing the job, we had dinner together, and that became our first date.
I returned to São Paulo the next morning and we continued our romance by the company's internal mail, since the Internet wasn't even in the dreams of futurologists then...
In July I returned to Fortaleza on vacation, and we became engaged. In September, another few days there to fix another problem on the same computer. And in December she came to São Paulo, when we married without anyone in the family knowing.
It's been 35 years, 4 sons, one grandson, many joys, some fight, but above all much union, much understanding, much companionship and much love. Everything I had in life I owe to this outstanding woman, a fighter, stubborn, insistent, relentless at work, who loves parties like no one.
I don't know what she saw in me that day, but I know I was very lucky...

Happy Mother's Day!

2007-05-13T11:15:00.000-03:00

Through these pictures of three generations of mothers in my family, I pay my homage to all mothers worldwide. Congratulations for your day!

Books

2007-05-03T16:10:00.000-03:00

In her blog, Leaves of Grass, Sonia wrote about her books and published pictures of here bookshelves, suggesting that her readers do the same.
My problem is that my bookshelves are never tidy, but since what matters is to encourage more people to show their books, here are the pictures of the bookshelves in my office and my sons' bedrooms. What's missing are grandma's cooking books and all those that are hidden in many closets and boxes...

Earth Day

2007-04-20T15:44:00.000-03:00

This Sunday, April 22nd, is Earth Day. March 22nd was Water Day. I must find out when Air Day and Fire Day will be... And I wonder if there is a "fifth element"day...
Jokes apart, these "this" and "that" days are useful at least to remind the media to discuss their respective themes.
This Sunday, then, let's stop for a few minutes and meditate about what we can do to keep all the menaces the scientists are predicting from becoming real. I want for my grandchildren a better world that the one I knew, and for this I must do my part for turning the table. No more pollution, deforestation, acid rain, global warming. I hope I'll still see the rivers of my city, the Tietê and the Pinheiros, if not crystal clear (I think they never were), at least usable and with fish.
I hopt to see our streets full of trees, the Atlantic Forest growing, Amazonia reforested, our smiling, beautiful fields with more flowers with more flowers, our woods with more life... *
In summary, Happy Earth Day for all!

(* - these is a translation of verses from the Brazilian National Anthem...)

Four months, and great news!

2007-04-10T22:59:00.000-03:00

Sunday, besides Easter, we celebrated Guilherme's four months. And he's cuter and smarter yet!

And we heard great news just before Easter: Guilherme will have a little cousin soon! Yes, after waiting for the first grandson for so long, there's a second coming, and this one is "Made in USA"!

Happy birthday, dad!

2007-03-28T22:06:00.000-03:00

Today Guilherme celebrates for the first time his dad's birthday, and he's even trying to clap his hands!

Although grandpa is away, I'm celebrating too!
Happy 33, dad!

Grandpa's trunk - VARIG menus

2007-03-02T17:01:00.000-03:00

Menus from a time when VARIG's flight service was considered one of the world's best, and we woke up to a glass (real glass) of orange juice and watching a movie with beautiful sights and sounds of Brazil . The way things are going, soon airlines won't offer even free water...

Lessons from nature

2007-02-26T10:55:00.000-03:00

1.
In December I told the story about the tree that fell across the street.
A few days later, city employees removed what was left of the tree, and sawed the trunk into several stubs. Grandma, always looking for materials she can use for decoration or crafts, asked the neighbor if she could have one of the stubs. It was very heavy, we had to roll it across the street and we left it on the garden.
Some days ago, I noticed there was a sprout on the stub. And it has grown to the size shown in the pictures.

Of course there's no hope for a rootless stub, but this fine effort is a lesson for anyone who quit at the first obstacle. Even when it seems there's no hope, it's always worth trying!

2.
More than two years ago, I got from some friends a bonsai, a jaboticaba tree. I loved the present, of course, and since then I was always careful to keep its good health.
In January we traveled on a weekend, and I forgot to water the bonsai before leaving. It was a very hot weekend, and when we returned it was wilting. I watered it right away, but later the leaves dried completely. I put it in a bowl with water, to keep the soil always wet. Some days went by, and nothing happened. I insisted. Two weeks, and nothing. Every day I would look for some sign of life, but the bonsai seemed irremediably lost. But when I touched its branches I could feel they were still flexible, a sign (I thought) that they were not completely dry. I kept trying. Three, four weeks. I was about to quit, but something kept telling me to keep trying.
On Carnival we traveled again, and I left the bonsai in the bowl with water. When we returned, surprise: there was a sprout with four little green leaves!

Now I'm waiting for new sprouts. The plant is still very fragile, nothing guarantees it will keep growing. But it was worth not quitting on it.
This made me think that what happened to the plant can be viewed as an analogy to friendship: it must always be cared for, and many times a small mistake, a careless comment, an involuntary slip, causes it to wilt, dry and seem dead. It's better not to let it dry, because if thi happens it may take a great effort to revive it; but if it is dry, this doesn't mean it's dead - it's up to us to care for this little plant, to water it daily, to massage its trunk, to even talk to it, even if all this seems hopeless. If the friendship is true and strong, it won't have died, and one day the green will show up and it will recover its previous vigor!

Grandpa's games - points of view 2

2007-02-23T10:25:00.000-03:00

Since many people liked the game (although few risked answering), here is the second edition. This time they're easier (I hope). You know the rules: these are pictures of common objects: the person who gives the first right answer for each photo gets one point. Let's play!
Update: I've provided the answers - just click on each photo to see them.

First trip

2007-02-22T22:20:00.000-03:00

Today our grandson took his first trip with Mom, Grandpa and Grandma. the occasion deserved it: it was great-granduncle Alberto's birthday.
Needless to say, Guilherme was a huge success with the uncles, aunts and cousins. In spite of the heat, he behaved very well. And after lunch, he enjoyed the pleasant shade by the lake...

Carnival

2007-02-16T11:12:00.000-03:00

I've never been much into Carnival. The noise, the crowds, the heat, the sweat, what's so funny about all this?
But when I was a child Carnival was different. Or was it me?
Almost every year we spent Carnival in Campinas, at my grandparents' or at my aunt's house. My mother sew our costumes herself, made of satin, always very well made. Sometimes we'd go to the children's ball at Dom Quixote, a small club of which my uncle was a director (I think). But usually we had fun on the street, with our many cousins, throwing confetti and serpentines (paper streamers) on each other. Not to mention the lança-perfume (a perfumed ether spray). Yes, children playing with lança-perfume was the most natural thing, that golden can, Rodo Metálico brand. And it was the most innocent game, we would spray each other to feel the cold sensation of ether, I never saw anyone even thinking about inhaling it directly...
But the highlight of Carnival was the corso at night. From the large window on the front bedroom of the house on Andrade Neves street, we would watch the big parade, with decorated convertibles, people in rich costumes, floats from the most diverse groups... One of my favorites, every year, was the float of some sort of hunting club, that was full of stuffed animals - unthinkable nowadays...
I was very small, my memories are few and not detailed. But I know Carnival was innocent enough to allow small children to have fun without fears or traumas. As everything else was innocent.
What is Carnival today, after all? A media event? Just another long holiday? A concentration of desperate joy of people who know that afterwards they'll have hundreds of Ash days?
Are there still places where children play with confetti and serpentines on the streets? What about the parade, where does it pass today? And the songs, who writes them, who sings them?
Although I begun by saying I'm not into Carnival, I miss those of my childhood. Or is it the childhood itself that I miss?

Happy Valentine's Day!

2007-02-14T10:02:00.000-03:00

Here in Brazil, June 12 is when we celebrate Dia dos Namorados (literally boy/girlfriend's day), but the costume of importing commemorative dates (usually, with commercil objectives) is making dates such as Halloween and Valentine's Day more and mor popular.
People here usually don't know that today's date, St. Valentine's celebration, is not just a celebration for boyfriends, girfriends and lovers; that schoolchildren write Valentine cards for their schoolmates and for their families; that family members also exchange cards; that friends send cards to friends...

This is a celebration of love, yes, but in all its meanings...
Therefore, I wish you all, and specially to my grandson, who is celebrating his first one, a

Happy Valentine's Day!

When grandparents become parents again

2007-02-11T21:49:00.000-03:00

When our children grow up, we may even think that (paraphrasing John Kennedy) the torch has been passed to a new generation; and when our first grandchild is born, that from then on we won't need to be parents anymore, but just enjoy the sweet role of being grandparents.
But it's not that simple. Fathers and mothers will always be fathers and mothers, and will always worry about their children, no matter how old they are.
I'm saying that because of a scare we had this weekend. Guilherme's father was in the hospital with an appendicitis, and all of a sudden he wasn't Guilherme's father anymore, but our beloved son needing our care.
Fortunately, the surgery went without incidents and he's recovering very well, even bettar afeter watching today's soccer game!
We got good things even from this scare: the first one was to be with our grandson all afternoon on Saturday; the second was to confirm the love and dedication of our daughter ~~in-law~~ Paula for Henrique, and that our two families are now one. Thank you, daughter! Thank you, co-in-laws, great-grandma Frida, aunt Uli!

Grandpa's games - the inflation game

2007-02-10T19:08:00.000-03:00

Using the bills from grandpa's trunk on the previous post, who can tell me, on each of the pictures, the chronological order when the bills went into circulation? For example, of the bill with the 100 denomination, who came first, the Duke of Caxias, Cecília Meireles or Dom Pedro the Second? One point for the first person who can tell the correct order on each picture. An extra point for the person who can tell, of all bills on all pictures, the last ones that were used.
I'm still waiting for answers to last week's game, nobody wants to take a chance? Only two objects were identified until now...

Grandpa's trunk - Brazilian money bills

2007-02-09T20:50:00.000-03:00

I hope our grandchildren will never live in an inflation environment like we had in Brazil until 1996. And that it will be such a remote thing for them that it will be difficult to explain the large variety of bills we had to use during all those years. Different colors, sizes and themes, and values taht defy our imagination today: a 500.000 bill?

Two months!

2007-02-08T18:15:00.000-03:00

Thursdays are now the day of visiting the blogger grandparents. And today's visit is special, because my grandson is celebrating his two months of age!
Guilherme is smiling and talking more and more every day. he plays with the things on his crib, and is beginning to understand cause-effect relationships. And he also knows how to complain when he doesn't get what he wants (meaning: food!)...
As usual, I leave the details for Dad, in his blog.
But, since the proud grandpa can't resist, here are some of today's pictures:

Grandpa's trunk - things from my desk

2007-02-01T23:30:00.000-03:00

My desk came from my father's house, many years ago. An uncle once told me it had belonged to Galeão Coutinho*, but I can't confirm that. Today it is used as a computer desk, but when I learned to write even ball pens were novelties, and for the first years I used fountain pens. That required the use of blotting paper, and since I'm left-handed, this was an absolute requirement for me. For those who don't know what blotting paper is, I leave the description to Mário Prata.

I never used the old style pens. The fountain pens on the picture are my father's Parker 51 and the 21 he gave me. I must find someone who can fix them, if it's worth it. As for the ink, one of these days I asked at the stationery store in my neighborhood if they had any fountain pen ink and they showed me the only one they had, Chinese, of course...

The likable "dromedary" was another indispensable object on any work desk. Before stick glue, even before white glue, what was used for closing envelopes and for any other paper gluing needs was gum arabic (I wonder if that's why the glass is shaped like a camel). I know it still can be found, since it is used for crafts, besides many other uses, even in the food industry.

Today these objects are curiosities, things from grandpa's trunk.
It seemed that writing was becoming old-fashioned, at least writing correctly, as a habit, for pleasure. Fortunately, blogs are beginning to make people relearn the pleasures of reading and writing. I, as a novice in this field, already spend a long time browsing blogs of common people whose talent for writing was revealed by this 21st century hobby.

* Brazilian write: complete name - Salisbury Galeão Coutinho - 1895/1945, died in an airplane crash. Works: Memórias de Simão, o caolho; O último dos Morungabas

Grandpa's games - points of view

2007-01-31T14:55:00.000-03:00

I always enjoyed games that require reasoning: puzzles, logic games, etc, and I hope I can pass this taste to my grandson.
Among the many available games magazines, my favorite is the American Games, which I discovered on my business trips and which has helped me enjoy the time spent on many nights at hotels. And it was from this magazine that I took the idea for creating this post. The pictures are of common objects found here at home, but taken from uncommon angles and positions. Guess what are these objects: a point for the person who guesses each object first, let's see who wins...
Warning: when you click on each photo, you'll see its answer...

Grandpa's trunk - São Paulo

2007-01-26T13:33:00.001-03:00

Today I open my trunk to show some souvenirs from the Fourth Centennial of São Paulo: pictures from a magazine showing a recently opened Ibirapuera Park, still unfinished, and from a calendar of that year. It's a small tribute to my city, that celebrates today the 453th anniversary of its foundation.

I'm a second-generation paulistano. My mother, who was the daughter of a Portuguese father and an Austrian mother, was born on the Brás neighborhood, which at that time was an Italina town within the city - a typical São Paulo mix! My grandson is, therefore, a fourth-generation paulistano. It is difficult for those who don't live here to understand how it is possible to love this city. But for those who come live here with an open mind, without preconceived ideas and without the intention of returning home as fast as possible, the city will slowly reveal its charms, its secrets, its beuty, its fringe benefits. People begin to learn that it is possible for any person to discover in São Paulo their own town, suited to their tastes, hobbies, idiosyncrasies. Very few cities in the world are so self-sufficient, so complete in what they offer their dwellers.
São Paulo today is very different from the city of my childhood, of course. Worse? The first impulse is to say Yes: to remember the calm streets, the wide horizons, the merchants we knew by name. But on a second thought we see that in the last years many things are changinf for better. Today we have a much more intense cultural life, great musicals, a world-class symphonic orchestra. Birds are returning to the city thanks to the planting of trees that attract them. The Tietê river is undergoing a huge depollution project which must be maintained for decades to get to the results we all dream about. Ths disorderly growth unfortunately continues, but this will change only when São Paulo ceases to be the dreamland for all desparing people in this country (and the neighboring ones). This vision of São Paulo as the lat hope is something we must be proud of and, at the same time, sad about. In other words, this is another one of the contrasts that compose the portrait of this city of mine...
How will the São Paulo of my grandson be? Much better, I hope. I hope he will be able to navigate on the Tietê, to walk on the streets at night without fear, to breath an air as pure as in the countryside, to see birds that still haven't returned. And that he may continue to enjoy all the advantages of living in one of the largest and most dynamic cities in the world. Oh, and to eat the best pizza on the planet! Happy birthday, São Paulo!

First talk

2007-01-23T20:41:00.000-03:00

On the first weeks, grandpa would look at his grandson, would play, would drool, but the baby, poor thing, wouldn't understand a thing. He was very busy learning how to suck, how to digest what he sucked, how to get rid of what was left...
But now, with six weeks, he is beginning to understand something about the world that surrounds him. Mom, of course, was the first one to be recognized and rewarded with looks and smiles. Than came dad. And grandpa, who on Sunday visited him and, when he put Guilherme on his crib and talked to him, was very happy to hear him answer, with those bubbling "ghhhs" of who's learning how to produce sounds! How lovely! This was the first of many talks we'll have on our lives...

Grandpa's trunk - stamps

2007-01-18T06:44:00.000-03:00

An old Carnaval song said that confetti are "colored pieces of memories". What are stamps, then? Besides memories, they're colored pieces of history, geography...
In these times of instant communication , when people talk on their mobile phones even in the restroom and receive their e-mails while they walk (or even worse, while they drive), traditional mail has lost a lot of its importance. But not very long ago, it was almost the only way of communicating at great distances. And stamps, more than being a mean for paying postal fees, were show windows to their countries.

I've never been a "serious" stamp collector. I didn't know about the values of the stamps, or how to identify a stamp with good philatelic quality. I collected, or should I say, I gathered stamps because they made me curious, for their colors, for the pictures of animals, planes, historic characters, whatever...
I had a Japanese neighbor who would always call me to the backyard and throw me, from her window, beautiful stamps from Japan, still glued to the very thin envelope paper. And the stamps from other countries, my mother would buy them downtown, in parchment paper envelopes, always with the legend: "All different and authentic"...

Looking at these stamps today, I see countries that no longer exist, Dictators and kings who no one misses, advanced technology that today belongs in museums...

You never forget your first car

2007-01-15T23:30:00.000-03:00

As a TV ad used to say, Brazilians are passionate about cars, and I'm no exception: I've been following Formula One since Jim Clark's era; when I was in Germany for the first time, I traveled for long hours to watch my first Grand Prix race in person, in the old Nürburgring track (where I only could see the cars passing on the long straight line for a few seconds on each lap); and I didn't miss any of the first Brazilian GPs, before the Globo network managed to move the GP to Rio - when it returned to São Paulo, ticket prices were already prohibitive...
I always went to the São Paulo Auto Show with my father, from the very first ones, still in a pavillion at Ibirapuera Park, which later was demolished. I even saw president João Goulart very closely once, examining a gold-painted Aero-Willys - the first president I've ever seen in person...

And my first car was not the VW beetle that was the standard of the time- it was a Triumph Spitfire! The story goes like this: I had been working for two years and was 21, but I didn't have a driver's license yet. One day I decided to take a walk on a street that was famous for its used car dealers. Suddenly, there it was: convertible, red, beautiful! I got in, I asked for the price, I didn't even test the car, I didn't bargain, I said: - I'll take it! The salesman probably thought I was crazy... I made the deal immediately, I don't even remember how I paid, but I left the store driving the car. A detail: besides not having a driver's license, I'd never driven, except for a few minutes behind my father's VW bus on a remote beach... I managed to get home, but not before having the engine quit on me several times. I thought it was my fault for not knowing how to drive, but it wasn't. The car had a carburetor problem - first visit to the shop, problem solved with an adjustment.
The car had a history: it had been imported by a Matarazzo, and later belonged to a Sodré (both are traditional families of São Paulo)... It had a pending import documentation, every year it had to be stamped by the Federal Police, that would inform that the process was still going on - and so it went for all the years until I sold the car...
It was a '65 Mk II model, but its front was that of a '67 Mk III - one day, some time later, at the shop, one person that was there recognized the car and told me that a previous owner had destroyed its front. The shop was owned by a very serious "Japanese", Hélio, who would see me frequently... On a trip to the U.S., I bought the maintenance manual for the car, and tried to do as much as I could at home (I became a specialist in disassembling the carburetors, which were very simple and similar to those used in motorcycles, and in cleaning and adjusting the distributor points and adjusting the engine timing by ear). I also bought the back light lenses: very stylish, they were kept in place by a single screw on top and by a small tab on the bottom; even a small blow would break them around the screw head.
But, shop expenses aside, the little car was beautiful! Convertible, besides the canvas top it had a solid steel top, and also a tonneau, that protective covering placed at door height: it had a zipper on the middle, you could open just the driver's side... And the knock-off wire wheels! Instead of a wrench, a mallet and a piece of wood were needed to loosen the nut, and on the right side the nuts were reverse-threaded so that they wouldn't become loose. From time to time it was necessary to tighten and adjust the spokes, and there was only one person in São Paulo who had the skill for this...
Not to mention the hood, that opened fully forward leaving the engine and the front suspension exposed! The Triumph was thrilling: not for its performance, since its 1.2 liter engine wasn't so powerful, despite the car's little weight, but for the scares it would give me from time to time. On the first months, while I was still driving without a driver's license, I went for a ride on one of today's busiest freeways in São Paulo, but that at the time was still unfinished; I ran over a water puddle, the car aquaplaned and ended up stopped sideways on a pile of mud. A door dented and another visit to the shop...
Another time, already married and with my wife pregnant of our first son, driving to Guararema on the Dutra highway, suddenly the car kept going straight when I turned the steering wheel. I only had time to tell her to hold on tight, take my foot of the gas pedal and, fortunately, remember not to step hard on the brakes, so the car wouldn't change course - and, of course, to pray... We stopped in a ditch that, luckily, existed on the shoulder... The reason: the steering column had an articulation with a rubber disc held with screws, and the all screws somehow became loose...
One day, a neighboor rang and asked me if I would like to rent the car for a TV ad. Very simple, he explained: all I had to do was to take the car at night to the location and spend some hours there while they filmed the ad, and I would be paid for it. I accepted, and on the evening I drove to the location: a huge mansion that belonged to Horácio Lafer, a former Finance Minister, and later was bought by the editor of then famous magazine Manchete. I arrived on time and waited, waited, waited... There were many other exotic cars and their also exotic owners there: Corvette, Thunderbird, etc. The film team ran in all directions, positioned lights, the lighting man measured the light with his photometer, the team moved the lights... The owner of the Corvette was a little tipsy, and every time the man with the photometer came close, he would say: here comes the compass man again... Well, to make a long story short, when we left the sun was rising, and I was told: tomorrow at the same time at Embu. What? Wasn't it supposed to be only tonight? No, of course not, you have to be tomorrow at Embu or you won't be paid... Next evening, same story: lights, "compass", tipsy Corvette owner, etc. They started filming just before sunrise, and suddenly the lights of the square went off. What now? They find that the night watch had turned off the lights, somebody rushes to beg him to turn them on again... Finally, the filming ended. I don't know how I managed to go to work after two days without sleeping. I got my payment a few days later. When the ad ran on TV, I tried to locate my car: poor thing, it only appeared for a couple of seconds with all other cars, and then just its front on another scene... By the way, the ad was for the launching of the St. Moritz cigarette, and its director (I thoght he looked familiar and asked) was Luiz Sérgio Person, a great Brazilian director who died a few years later in an accident. He was the father of MTV Brazil VJ Marina and TV presenter Domingas Person...
After my son was born and I bought a brand new Corcel by joining the Ford National Consortium (ah, the '70s), the Triumph lost its space. My little town house didn't have a garage, not even a covered parking space for the car. With much pain in my heart, I sold it, through a car dealer who was a friend of my father, to a collector in Paraná (at least, that's what the dealer told me). Later I learned that the engine locked on the way and the car made the rest of the trip on a tow truck. I guess it didn't like the new owner...
I couldn't find any good photo of the Triumph, just this partial one:

Until today I wish I hadn't sold it. But if one of these days I'm passing by that street again and see a Puma or a Karmann-Ghia in good condition, who knows...

Grandpa's trunk - vacuum tube radio

2007-01-11T12:22:00.000-03:00

This radio was stored for a long time. I recently decided to show it at my office, and luckily, after a few carefully administered blows, it started working as new!
The knobs are missing, But I'm almost sure they're somewhere at the bottom of the trunk; but I'm not sure I'll ever find the Philips symbol...

Some interesting characteristics: this radio is what we call here a "hot tail", meaning that it doesn't employ a transformer for the tubes' filaments: they're connected in series, as Christmas tree lamps. If one of them burns, all of them turn off...

Another economy measure is that, in order to keep the positioning of components simple, the dial is backwards, that is, frequencies decrease from left to right, as shown on the picture of the dial.

The story for my grandson is that grandpa assembled this radio himself, when he was a student of Electronics at Liceu Eduardo Prado. The year? Let's just say that, when new, grandpa listened to many Beatles songs for the first time on this radio...

One month!

2007-01-08T22:55:00.000-03:00

Today I celebrate one month as a grandfather, time surely flew! Congratulations to Guilherme!

Baptism

2007-01-06T21:54:00.000-03:00

Guilherme was baptized today, in the little chapel of the Order of Malta in the church of Our Lady of Brazil.

The whole family was there, filling this beautiful place for such an important event. The photo of the actual baptism is missing for now, because there were so many people taking pictures at the time that I only took one, and it was blurred (due to the emotion?). But sombody else at least registered in my camera the happiness of the parents and grandparents:

Afterwards, we gathered at dad and mom's place to celebrate. Godparents Victor and Ju were all smiles, and nobody else had a chance. It's understandable, they had to enjoy, since they're returning to NY soon. They didn't let Gui go even when it was time for the picture with the parents and the other uncles...

And the person of the day behaved perfectly, very elegant in his special attire for this day, also a gift from his grandparents:

Guilherme, God bless you!

Grandpa's trunk - slide rule

2007-01-04T15:06:00.000-03:00

When I studied Electronics, personal computers were a thing not foreseen even by science fiction, and calculators were mechanical and heavy. The calculation intrument used by engineers and technologists (although this word didn't exist, either) was the slide rule.
Slide rules are analogical computers based on logarithms. An explanation of how they work would be too long to fit in here, but I recommend this site for those who want to learn more about this subject.
As an exercise, try to determine what multiplication is being done on the second picture and its result...

Back from the holidays...

2007-01-02T10:30:00.000-03:00

The folowing is a digest of an article that was published on the New York Times yesterday. My comments are at the end.

"From Father to Son, Last Words to Live By

He drew pictures of himself with angel wings. He left a set of his dog tags on a nightstand in my Manhattan apartment. He bought a tiny blue sweat suit for our baby to wear home from the hospital.

Then he began to write what would become a 200-page journal for our son, in case he did not make it back from the desert in Iraq.

For months before my fiancé, First Sgt. Charles Monroe King, kissed my swollen stomach and said goodbye, he had been preparing for the beginning of the life we had created and for the end of his own.

He boarded a plane in December 2005 with two missions, really — to lead his young soldiers in combat and to prepare our boy for a life without him.

'Dear son,' Charles wrote on the last page of the journal, 'I hope this book is somewhat helpful to you. Please forgive me for the poor handwriting and grammar. I tried to finish this book before I was deployed to Iraq. It has to be something special to you. I’ve been writing it in the states, Kuwait and Iraq.'

The journal will have to speak for Charles now. He was killed Oct. 14 when an improvised explosive device detonated near his armored vehicle in Baghdad. Charles, 48, had been assigned to the Army’s First Battalion, 67th Armored Regiment, Fourth Infantry Division, based in Fort Hood, Tex. He was a month from completing his tour of duty.

On paper, Charles revealed himself in a way he rarely did in person. He thought hard about what to say to a son who would have no memory of him. Even if Jordan will never hear the cadence of his father’s voice, he will know the wisdom of his words.

Never be ashamed to cry. No man is too good to get on his knee and humble himself to God. Follow your heart and look for the strength of a woman.

Charles tried to anticipate questions in the years to come. Favorite team? I am a diehard Cleveland Browns fan. Favorite meal? Chicken, fried or baked, candied yams, collard greens and cornbread. Childhood chores? Shoveling snow and cutting grass. First kiss? Eighth grade.

In neat block letters, he wrote about faith and failure, heartache and hope. He offered tips on how to behave on a date and where to hide money on vacation. Rainy days have their pleasures, he noted: Every now and then you get lucky and catch a rainbow.

Charles mailed the book to me in July, after one of his soldiers was killed and he had recovered the body from a tank. The journal was incomplete, but the horror of the young man’s death shook Charles so deeply that he wanted to send it even though he had more to say. He finished it when he came home on a two-week leave in August to meet Jordan, then 5 months old. He was so intoxicated by love for his son that he barely slept, instead keeping vigil over the baby.

Though as a black man he sometimes felt the sting of discrimination, Charles betrayed no bitterness. It’s not fair to judge someone by the color of their skin, where they’re raised or their religious beliefs, he wrote. Appreciate people for who they are and learn from their differences.

He had his faults, of course. Charles could be moody, easily wounded and infuriatingly quiet, especially during an argument. And at times, I felt, he put the military ahead of family.

He had enlisted in 1987, drawn by the discipline and challenges. Charles had other options — he was a gifted artist who had trained at the Art Institute of Chicago — but felt fulfilled as a soldier, something I respected but never really understood. He had a chest full of medals and a fierce devotion to his men.

Charles knew the perils of war. During the months before he went away and the days he returned on leave, we talked often about what might happen. In his journal, he wrote about the loss of fellow soldiers. Still, I could not bear to answer when Charles turned to me one day and asked, 'You don’t think I’m coming back, do you?' We never said aloud that the fear that he might not return was why we decided to have a child before we planned a wedding, rather than risk never having the chance.

But Charles missed Jordan’s birth because he refused to take a leave from Iraq until all of his soldiers had gone home first, a decision that hurt me at first. And he volunteered for the mission on which he died, a military official told his sister, Gail T. King. Although he was not required to join the resupply convoy in Baghdad, he believed that his soldiers needed someone experienced with them.

When Jordan is old enough to ask how his father died, I will tell him of Charles’s courage and assure him of Charles’s love. And I will try to comfort him with his father’s words.

God blessed me above all I could imagine, Charles wrote in the journal. I have no regrets, serving your country is great.

He had tucked a message to me in the front of Jordan’s journal. This is the letter every soldier should write, he said. For us, life will move on through Jordan. He will be an extension of us and hopefully everything that we stand for. ... I would like to see him grow up to be a man, but only God knows what the future holds."

Dana Canedy, a Pulitzer price winner journalist on the ‘New York Times’, was engaged to First Sgt. Charles King, killed in action in October.

I apologize for making us all return this fast to reality after the holidays, but this article hit a chord in me. As a father and grandfather, I tried to put myself in Sgt. King's place. But, in spite of the tragic beauty of his legacy to his son, I can't help thinking that being alive would have been a much better gift. "Serving your country is great", he wrote. Politicians love theses simplifications. Until people stop to analyze who or what are they really serving, many children will continue growing without their fathers due to war, stray bullets, traffic accidents, lack of medical help, avoidable diseases, poverty...
It would be great if everybody would think about the refrain in John Lennon's song. Seven words, and a truth so simple, but so difficult to make real:

"War is over if you want it..."

Happy New Year!

2006-12-31T11:07:00.000-03:00

I don't care much for celebrating the passage of the New Year. For me it's just another day that passed, and nothing will be different on the next day just because there is a new calendar on the wall. And I haven't met anybody who became richer, found a new love, got rid of bad fluids or anything else that supposedly would be a result of performing one of the many rituals of passing the New Year. Do you remember the expectation for the turning of the millennium (which, by the way, was celebrated twice) ? Everybody had hopes that the year 2000, then 2001, would be a turning point, that the third millennium would bring the enlightenment of mankind, would bring Peace. However, these first years of the millennium were the worst in many decades...
But I recognize that this general engagement around the countdown to midnight is good to remind us to make our annual balances. What were the losses and what were the gains this year? What are our strategic plans for next year? What needs work in ourselves and in our relationships with others? What should we keep, improve, discard, modify, replace? And, on a higher plan, what do we wish for the world, not just ours, but the world of our children and grandchildren? And what can we and must we do to make this world concrete? Instead of jumping waves, eating grapes, dressing in white, etc, I propose we make better use of our time thinking about what we owe to the world and how we can pay this debt...
The only thing I don't give up is the champagne, after all, I'm only human!

Happy 2007 to all!

Grandpa's trunk - one of the smallest books in the world

2006-12-28T17:25:00.000-03:00

When I bought it, it was advertised as the world's smallest book, but since then smaller books appeared. Anyway, it's a little wonder. This book, sold at the Gutemberg Museum in Mainz, birthplace of the inventor of movable types (and if you thought Gutemberg was born in Moguntia, you are right too: Mainz is the German name of the Roman Moguntia), contains the Lord's Prayer in seven languages: American and British English, German, French, Spanish, Dutch and Swedish. The pages are 3.5 x 3.5 mm in size, and it is bound with a leather cover...
This was a good test for my Canon's super-macro feature...

Meetings and farewells

2006-12-26T23:50:00.000-03:00

This was our first Christmas with our grandson, and there were so many gifts that Santa even sent one of his helpers:

Uncle Felipe surprised us arriving on Christmas eve, he and the great-uncles and aunts finally met Guilherme, and Christmas day was as every Christmas should be, with a gathering of the family and much happiness.

On the following day my sister-in-law called early in the morning to tell us her grandfather had left us on Christmas evening, he was 96 and had been married for 73 (!) years. I didn't know him well, but I'll remember him as a happy person who enjoyed dancing on family events...

Inn the afternoon, I was working at my office and listening, without paying much attention, to some noises and talk on the street. When I decided to look through my window, I saw a fire truck parked in front of the house on the other side of the street, where the big mulberry tree on the front yard was leaning in a 45 degree angle.

Well, to make a long story short, the firemen brought a huge crane and lifted the tree almost to a vertical position. I thought they would climb and saw the tree crown branch by branch. But they chose the easy way, lowering the tree to the street. However, diligent and well-meaning, but without an engineer to advise them, the firemen cut other two trees on the sidewalk that were blocking the way. I can understand that firemen don't appreciate trees very much, due to so many incidents during rain season; but when you think of all the effort of so many people to keep the little green that's left on the city, it is sad to see two trees destroyed for nothing...
While the firemen were working, almost at sunset time, it started raining and the sun showed up among the clouds. I thought: there must be a rainbow! I went to my backyard and there it was, maybe the most beautiful rainbow I've seen in São Paulo. Too bad it is so difficult to photograph them...

I know that rainbows are the result of refraction and decomposition of solar light by rain drops:
but leaving science aside, they have something magical and a never cease to admire them.
And specially on this day, I prefer to think that it came to tell us everything is fine, that in paradise there is a happy man who likes to dance enjoying the shade of a beautiful mulberry tree and two smaller trees, and that this is life: babies that are born and grandparents that leave; trees that sprout and trees that fall.

Or, as the Brazilian lyricist Fernando Brandt says so well,

"To arrive and to leave
Are just two sides of the same trip
The train that arrives
Is the same train that leaves
The time of meeting
Is also a farewell
The platform of this station
Is the life of this place of mine"...

Merry Christmas!

2006-12-23T20:39:00.000-03:00

I wish you all a Very Bright Christmas!
(but watch your power bill in january...)

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Grandpa's trunk - coachman's license

2006-12-21T23:30:00.000-03:00

A note in the papers informed that a new Portuguese law would make it easier for grandchildren of Portuguese citizens to obtain Portuguese nationality. I'm interested, of course, so I did a little research. Unfortunately, it's not exactly as reported. The new law only facilitated the naturalization of grandchildren, that now can request it even if they don't live in Portugal. As for Portuguese nationality, it is still given only to children of Portuguese citizens, and grandchildren can obtain it only if their parents do it first. And the bureaucratic requirements are many: for example, Brazilians must present their birth certificates authenticated by the Foreign Relation Ministry in Brasília...
Brazilian bureaucracy ir really inherited from our discoverers. And this reminds me of an item in my trink: my grandfather's Coachman License (I don't have the original one, this copy was gently given to me by my uncle):

Notice that:

The License is signed by the mayor of Campinas, Heitor Penteado. He's the same man after whom avenues in Campinas and São Paulo are named. You can learn more about this illustrious Brazilian here.
The License had categories already, like the current drivers' licenses. In this case, he could drive "any vehicle harnessed by two animals".
The bureaucracy was already very "advanced" at the time, what shows that it is really an historical characteristic of our society. Notice that each time he changed vehicles or bosses, the coachman had to register this fact on the License and pay 2 thousand reis of fees for the registry. Also, notice the well planned design of the form. For instance, the space at the end of the word anima_, to be filled with the end of the word in the singular or plural. I always say that American forms are usually poorly designed, with insufficient space for filling the fields, or not allowing for exceptions. This happens because, there, bureaucracy is not the rule, but the exception, as opposed to what happens here...

Presents...

2006-12-20T23:47:00.000-03:00

I was thinking about what presents I should give my grandson. Not specifically on his first Christmas, because being only 17 days old, it will be symbolic, and also because grandma has already chosen a gift that he will be able to use during next year. But in general: what gifts children like to receive, what gifts adults like to give, and how to conciliate both things to reach a result that will please both who gets and who gives the gift.
Which gifts did I like the most, which ones I still remember?

Flashback (time tunnel spiral spinning)...
Between Christmases and birthdays (that was a time when advertisers hadn't created Children's Day yet), I got many toys, many clothes and some gifts outside those two main categories.
No child (boys, at least) remembers clothes; quite the opposite, the look on a child's face when he discovers his gift is a piece of clothing is always a look of disappointment (on the other hand, parents love it).
Children love toys, of course - while they last, or while the novelty lasts. Later, when they don't break, they're left, forgotten, replaced by newer ones. One toy I remember dearly, which unfortunately didn't survive so many years in the hands of three brothers, was Mec-Bras.
This was an assembly toy, comprised of metal strips and plates with holes, screws, nuts, pulleys, etc. It came on several sizes of boxes, with growing numbers of parts (the largest ones even had an electric motor), and it came with a catalog with several projects for assembly. The dirty trick (applied to the children and their parents) was that the catalog showed all projects, from the simplest to those that could only be assembled with the parts of the largest boxes. My dream was to, someday, own box number 6... I found these pictures on an auction Web site, to give a better idea for those who don't know it and to remind those who do...

Besides the fact that it was possible to assemble several toys following the models in the catalog or inventing new ones, I think Mec-Bras is remembered because it was virtually indestructible, something unimaginable nowadays. And probably it would have benn pulled out of the market today, due to the danger of metal parts and small screws, nuts and washers. Well, I know that I never swallowed or inhaled any part...
Other toys I remember and used a lot were the pedal cars, tricycles and bikes. I had a Jeep and a Packard - this lasted until it was reduced to the chassis... They were also made of metal, and for a long time we played with the tin body torn out and with sharp corners: I think the guardian angles of that time were more competent than the current ones, we never cut ourselves...
There were the board games, some of which are still sold today. Monopoly, the never ending game - I wonder if today's children, with their short attention span dictated by TV, still play those games... domino, checkers, lotto, Chinese checkers...
But the first gift I remember is also one of my first clear memories. One day, close to Christmas (I was 5 or 6), my mother answers the doorbell and I see a man deliver two boxes: "Mom, I read it, it says Tesouro da Juventude!" And my mother, dissimulating, "no, it's just the box, this is something else"... But on Christmas day, the blue cover collection, brand new, 18 volumes!

It's hard to explain what the Tesouro da Juventude (Treasure of Youth) was. The closest analogy is that it was the Internet of that time. This collection talked about everything, from science to poetry, from geography to history, in an easy to read and well organized way. In its own description, "Gathering of essential knowledge, offered in a way suited to the benefit and entertainment of children and adolescents". Each volume in the collection presented varied subjects, divided in the following sections: The Earth, Our Life, Animals and Plants, The New World, The Old World, Fine Arts, The Famous Books, Poetry, Tales, Good Deeds, Things We Must Know, The Whys, Things We Can Make, Attractive Lessons and Famous Men and Women. This was certainly the gift I use the most, and I still have it. I got many other collections from my father, not only on special dates, but whenever he found a new one interesting. The book salesmen, this profession almost extinct today and that was the equivalent in annoyance at the time to the telemarketers of today, probably loved my father... The Complete Works of Monteiro Lobato (both children and adult works), Jules Verne, Malba Tahan; Barsa, Merito, Delta-Larousse encyclopedias; History of Brazil by Rocha Pombo, Pedro Calmon; Universal History by Cesare Cantu (32 volumes!); and many others.
Other gifts related to science: chemistry lab, microscope...

(Time tunnel spiral spinning backwards...)
Back from the past, I've decided at least on thing: that I'll do my best to awaken in Guilherme the love for reading and the curiosity for discovering himself the answers to his questions. But my memories confirmed to me that the best present I got was not the toys, the bikes, the games, the books. Behind them was the care my parents took, within their financial limitations, to choose gifts that would give me something more than just recreation, that would develop me, that would show me a way. I'll try to follow their example when choosing gifts for my grandchildren.
And I'll try to give my grandchildren the best gist I got from my parents and taht I hope I have passed to my sons: their role model of a honest life, without questionable shortcuts; the way they treated any person, even the humblest, with the same respect; the way they educated us, severe but always just. Finally, although I'm probably not a good example of a religious person, I'll try to show them the real meaning of Christmas, and what the man whose birthday we celebrate taught us and did for all of us!

"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
(John 13:34-35)

First visit

2006-12-18T09:54:00.000-03:00

Yesterday we had our "Pre-Christmas", that grandma is turning into a tradition. Some years ago she decided to invite friends and relatives to celebrate Christmas in advance, since on Christmas day everybody wants to be with their families. Our compadres Fróes and Lia, our long date (not to say "old") friends Bona and Ivalda, and the more recent friends ("just" 10 years, amazing how time flies!) Junior, Cris and children (our teacher of the art of being grandparents), and also Bel, a new friend and great artist and teacher. And the surprise gift was the first visit of our grandson Guilherme, who was very coll about the center of attention, and spent the afternoon very quiet, savoring his crib- playpen - recreation-center - etc, massage included!
It's no wonder he slept smiling!

Our thanks to our friends, not only for the visit, but for being with us every moment. Better than anything I could write, I dedicate to you 3 songs that talk about friendship: Canção da América, by Milton Nascimento and Fernando Brandt; That's What Friends Are For, by Burt Bacharach and Carole Bayer Sager; and Bridge Over Troubled Water, by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel...

Notices

2006-12-17T21:27:00.000-03:00

Three friends told me they made or tried to make comments here in the blog, but thos comments never showed up. I don't know what happened, but if you don't see your comment here, please try again, and if you can't do it, please let me know by sending me an e-mail. Maybe the envelope icon that was displayed next to the comments was confusing, so I've removed it...

I can see from the site counter that I have received visitors from other countries, specially Portugal. To those unknown lusitan friends, a hug from this grandson of Portuguese grandparents, hoping that you will contribute with your comments!

Another one Over the Hill

2006-12-16T21:45:00.000-03:00

We were in Jaguariúna today celebrating with cousin Silvio his 50th birthday.
Starting at Orkut, Silvio has been doing a great work in recovering the history of Liceu Eduardo Prado (the school where I studied and which growth and great fame at the time were the fruit of my uncle Alberto's work, Silvio's father) and in reuniting former schoolmates who haven't met in decades. Anybody who wants to see samples of this work, just visit the photoblogs: 1, 2, 3 and 4 (currently). This work was one of the inspirations for me to start this blog which, coming from a grandfather, certainly will recall thing from the past, too...
To cousin Silvio, a hug and thanks for the delicious lunch and for the good music!

Grandpa's trunk - matchbooks

2006-12-14T23:04:00.000-03:00

Last week I opened my trunk for my grandson for the first time, to show my Matchbox cars. This week I'll stay on the same theme, except this time with real matchboxes, actually, matchbooks. Today's grandchildren may find it difficult to believe, but not so long ago smoking was "cool", and the advertising industry would use this charm to sell everything. Not so much here in Brazil, but in the U.S. every restaurant or hotel would have matchbooks all over the place, on the tables, in the rooms, on the reception desk, by the cashiers... Believe me, people could smoke even on planes, and the airlines would give matches and cigarettes to their passengers! On my trips, I've collected many matchbooks, and quite a few more in restaurants and trade shows here in Brazil (yes, because matchboxes were also given as souvenirs).
It's interesting to examine them today and find brands that are gone, airlines that don't fly anymore... And to remember places and happy moments, travels, tours, delicious meals...
Here are a few examples of this collection kept in grandpa's trunk:
Anybody remembers this likable VARIG toucan, which appears here in various Brazilian sites?

Other matchbooks of airlines: except for VARIG, which is under "intensive care", all others are gone...

These are very old. Notice, on the picture at right, one from Jânio Quadros' presidential campaign. And can anybody imagine nowadays using matchbooks to advertise milk or health checkups, or to request donations to build a children's hospital?

A series about the inauguration of Brasilia, and another one about the '62 FIFA World Cup:

Souvenirs of trips around Brazil and the world:

If I counted right, my collection has 411 different matchbooks. Today, it almost doesn't grow anymore: matchbooks are not so common, and my trips are even rarer...

My neighboors, the birds

2006-12-13T23:57:00.000-03:00

I don't know how many of you had the curiosity of clicking on the animated frame to the left. When I created this blog, I uploaded to Flicker some pictures of birds that visit the feeder on my front yard.
I got this feeder as a Christmas gift from my family last year, and if you think this is a strange gift, let me tell you the story started sometime ago...
I was born and grew in São Paulo, and my ornithological knowledge was practically none, the only birds I could identify for sure were the sparrows... It was only after I retired and started working at home that I begun to notice the many birdsongs I could hear and to watch their singers. Since the large tree on my sidewalk is a stop for large groups of parakeets, I decided to try to attract them by putting sunflower seeds on my garden wall. Success came fast, in a few days they got used to it. I started offering some bananas from time to time, and this attracted the tanagers, too. By that time I had bought the book Aves no Campus (Birds on Campus, which can be browsed on the Web), an excellent source, since I live very close to the USP campus.
So, the feeder wasn't such a strange gift, but a aesthetic and hygienic improvement over using the wall. If anybody is interested in getting one like mine, you can get the details here.
As for the pictures, birds are the most difficult subject I've ever tried to photograph. They never stop, they're very fast and fly away when I get a little closer. Fortunately, the digital cameras liberated us from the limitations imposed by cost, because it takes scores of pictures to get just one that is usable. Until now, I got reasonable pictures of just a few species. There are many others that visit the feeder and my garden, and I hope I'll be able to add new pictures soon. And I'm sure I'll need a little help from my friends who grew in the country to identify some of those birds. For example, this one which started visiting the feeder this week: a chopi blackbird, maybe?

While daddy drools...

2006-12-12T23:45:00.000-03:00

Maybe you're finding it strange that four days have passed and grandpa hasn't mentioned his grandson anymore. The reason is I prefer to leave this pleasant task for the proud dad. But he's still busy with his "training phase", and also he must wait until he can approach his keyboard without the risk of damaging it with so much drool (this will take a while)... Thus, and without asking for permission, I'll update you about what's been happening.
Gui is home and he loved his new crib. His grandparents, of course, are there every day...
Now, under a soft light, he opens his eyes frequently. Yesterday I thought he was following me and tested it (by "dancing"'from side to side), and I confirmed that he really is following movements with his eyes. And reacts to the sound of voices, too. A very smart boy, indeed! So much that he's already "baptized" his dad today...
Well, I'll let dad tell the rest soon. For now, here's a special pose for all of you:

One more thing: Gui is becoming famous on the Web! One of dad's friends has included him in his own proud dad's blog. I'll give him a chance, in spite of him calling the four time champion's uniform a "costume"...

It happened on December 8th

2006-12-11T23:01:00.000-03:00

Wiki-grandpa researched to find who was born on the same day as his grandson, and found these famous names:

Mary Stuart, queen of Scotland (1542)
Cristina, queen of Sweden (1626)
Jean Sibelius (1865) - composer
Diego Rivera (1886) - Mexican painter
E. C. Segar (1894) - cartoonist, creator of Popeye
Lee J. Cobb (1911) - actor
Richard Fleischer (1916) - director (Tora Tora Tora, 20.000 Leagus Under the Sea)
Cláudio Villas Boas (1916) - Brazilian indianist
Oswaldo Sargentelli (1924) - journalist, samba person, promoter of mulatas
Sammy Davis, Jr (1925) - singer and actor
Maximilian Schell (1930) - actor
Alaíde Costa (1935) - singer
David Carradine (1936) - actor (Kill Bill, Kung Fu)
James MacArthur (1937) - actor (Hawaii 5-0)
Jim Morrison (1943) - rock singer (The Doors)
Kim Basinger (1953) - actress
Teri Hatcher (1964) - actress (Desperate Housewives)
Sinead O'Connor (1966) - singer
Dominic Monaghan (1976) - actor (Lost, Lord of the Rings)

Also on this day:

The United States declared war on Japan in 1941, one day after the attack at Pearl Harbor
Died: Golda Meir (1978), John Lennon (1980) and Tom Jobim (1994).
Avenida Paulista, one of the most famous avenues in São Paulo, was opened, em 1891.

In Brazil, it's Family Day.
Date of official creation of Soccer, in 1863.
On december 8th, the Catholic church celebrates the Immaculate Conception; for the buddhists, it's the date of the enlightenment of the Buddah.

Now, the story for the grandson: grandpa had a quick close encounter with one of the famous people born on December 8th. It was on the time when the company still paid for Business Class travel. Grandma and I were sitting on the first row: right in front and to the left, the restroom door, and right after it, the curtain separating us from First Class. In the early morning, suddenly the curtain opens and a small jumping figure gets in the restroom. I can't beleive what I see; I look at grandpa and my face says "is it really him?", and she looks at me with the same face. We wait, and soon the character gets out of the restroom and disappears behind the curtain: it's really him, Sammy Davis, Jr!
At that time there was a mandatory stop in Rio. When we got off the plane, at the end of the corridor, there he was , surrounded by two bodyguards, leaning agains the wall. Too bad the digital camera hadn't been invented yet... But I had pen and paper, and thanks to these two inventions I can show proof of this story, kept to this day in grandpa's trunk. I searched the Web for an autograph to compare, and found the picture on the right, with an almost identical one...

(I can't tell for sure the year when this happened. I think it was 1982, but I couldn't confirm it on the Web...)

Guilherme, day 1

2006-12-08T23:30:00.000-03:00

Hi! Let me tell you what happened to me today, it was unbelievable!
I woke up early, in my nice dark place as usual, but I had a feeling that this would be a different day. I tried some kicks for exercise and to wake mom up (I wonder what she looks like), and soon I heard singing. From the talk I found out that it was Preta's birthday - I haven't met her yet, but from her name I picture her as a very dark little thing.

Then I felt we were going on a ride by car. But the shakes and turns indicated a destination different than the usual ones. We arrived at a place they said was "Pro-Matre". Nice name, this must be an interesting place.

We waited and waited, and in the meantime I heard grandpa Roberto, grandma Marisa and aunt Uli arrive, and later grandpa Geraldo and grandma Walkiria (I wonder what they look like). These people talk a lot! But I like to hear their voices! Then they came and took mom and me. Funny, we were not walking, we were moving but I was laying down, what could this be? Dad came with us, I could hear his voice. But not my grandpas and grandmas, and auntie, later I discovered that they were there, waiting.
I was a little scared, many different voices, somebody is doing something very close to me, hey, somebody grabbed me, they're pulling me out, mom, don't let they do it! What a bright light, what a loud noise, what is this? They cut the cord that brought my food, I'll be hungry! Buaaaaahhh!!!
I heard somebody saying it was 4:55 PM. I don't remember well what happened next, everything was so quick and confusing. They touched me, turned me around, put me in a strange thing and the lady said I weighed 4.510 kg. Everybody was surprised. All I know is I saw mom, she is beautiful as I imagined. And dad, a huge smile. Does he always wear these funny clothes? The lady gave me to him, now I feel safe. She pushed a button and an opaque window became transparent. High tech! On the other side, there were many people looking at me, who are they? They took pictures, I felt like a celebrity.

Oh, it's hard to be a celebrity... The lady pressed the button again and the magic window went opaque again. Then she picked me up from dad's lap and took me to a place where there were many babies, I think it's some kind of club. But she didn't leave me with them, she put me in another room where other people watched me.
A long time passed. I'm hungry, aren't they going to feed me? Another lady got me, hooray, she's taking me to the club. She put me on a table and is rubbing my head with something soft, warm and wet. I see, she's cleaning me! But what is this, water? I'm going to drown, I'm scared!

I'm glad it's over... She dried me, now I smell good. She touched my head and feet with something cold, then made some signs with her hands to the people who were watching, they're the same that were by the magic window. She said 52.5 cm, everybody was surprised. And I think I'm going to some party, she dressed me in a gala suit!

Now she's carrying me again. What a beautiful place, those babies pictures... And look at this door, all the little animals. Wow, it's got my name on it!

We're in. Somebody picks me up. Wait a minute, this smell, this voice I know. It's mom! Mom, please don't leave me, I want to be with you! I'm hungry!!! Yes, dad, help me!

Mmm, it's good to eat! Now I'm satisfied and I can examine better everything there is in here. Now I know who those people were. They're my grandpas and grandmas, and also uncle Fabrício! Aunt Uli has left, I think, and I heard uncle Wawá was here also...

Too bad I can't eat sweets, look how tasty! And the nice boxes are for my visitors, grandma Walkiria made them!

Whew! I think this was the hardest day in my life! It's hard to be a person! But I found how good it is to be part of a Family! I love mine!

Now I'm going to sleep, excuse me. And I'll dream those dreams that only babies dream, and then they smile... Good night!

It's good to be born a Four time champ!

Grandpa's trunk - matchbox

2006-12-07T11:30:00.000-03:00

In this series of posts I'll open my trunk and show things that the 21st century grandchildren don't know about (well, neither do those of the last decades of the 20th century)... This is a virtual trunk, but very real, spread all over the house. These are things we save without knowing why, and that remain with us for so long that they change from old junk to antiques...
For example, let's start with the Matchbox cars. OK, everybody has Matchbox cars (or, more recently, Hot Wheels); but from the sixties, and in this state?

Still waiting

2006-12-06T22:29:00.000-03:00

The dates many people predicted have passed (not me, I made no predictions...) and Gui is still relaxed, not a little bit anxious to enter this madness. This proves he's smart! But mom needs a break, it's not easy to carry all this weight... It's time, will you please show up? There are lots of gifts waiting for you, and many beautiful things to be seen!

What does it mean to be a grandfather in the 21st century?

2006-12-01T16:04:00.000-03:00

I've only met my grandfather on my father's side, and he died when I was 10. Grandpa Alberto was Portuguese from Funchal, at the Madeira island, and I must admit I don't know much about his life. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to know him better, my memories of him are of a very serious man of few words, nothing more.
My sons met their grandfathers and got to know my father (my father-in-law lives far away) much more than I knew my grandpa. My father was always helpful, always willing to help in any situation (sometimes, even exaggerating), and he liked to tell his life stories, some of them surprising (such as the time when he was detained for allegedly spying during WW II, but this is a story to be told some other time) to his grandchildren.
As for my father-in-law, he's very funny, but living more than two thousand miles away from São Paulo, my sons have few opportunities of spending time with him.
Well, the reason I'm telling all this is that now it's my turn: Guilherme will arrive in a few days. And I must confess I still haven't fully got the hold of it. I'm about to become a grandfather? But I'm still so young! I mean, I consider myself young, although the mirror signals to me everyday that my face is looking more and more like a grandfather's... But it was about time, and I've been waiting for this long enough. In the last few years, I've been adopting other people's grandchildren, such is the desire of having children at home again. And, although I'll keep cherishing these grandchildren as much as I do now, it's good to know that soon I'll be exchanging Guilherme's stories with the friends I've been envying for so long...
But then I ask myself the question above: what will it be like to be the grandfather of a boy born on the thrid millenium, what will he expect from me, what will I be able to offer him? This is the theme I intend to discuss in this blog. To talk about the daily experience of the 21st century grandpa, and as a bonus, also about the things I like, the neighborhood birds I'm getting to know, the memories of travels I made, the pictures I intend to take with my new camera... In short, everything the blog will support without complaining...
(In the picture, grandpa Alberto, me and my brother, in my grandpa's house in Campinas, during carnaval, '54 - can you notice by the frantic activity?)