criscunha
New member
- Joined
- Nov 11, 2015
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Portuguese
- Home Country
- Brazil
- Current Location
- Brazil
Real story of lives
It was the beginning of the last century and my great-grand parents were very rich. My great-grand father was a coffee farmer in Brazil and coffee was achieving the highest prices ever. They had an amazing life, having dinners with piano concerts and poetry recitals in French. Life was a party.
And then there was the New York stock market crash and the Great Depression began. Crop prices dropped. They lost everything: the farm, the money, the dignity. I do think my great-grand father had his own depression. As depression as a disease was unknown, he was seen as a man with a lack of character. Definitely it made things worse. He was unable to provide his family and my great-grand mother started receiving traveling people to sleep at the house. Unfortunately, she died from cervical cancer in a couple of months, leaving nine kids and her husband by their own.
Moving by despair, I suppose, my great-grand father tried to choke his youngest daughter and killed himself with a razor.
It is a story of loss and sadnesses, but also of recovering. The six younger girls were adopted by an uncle. My grandmother and her two brothers were by their owns. To be fair, fourteen-year-old boys were not considered children any more those times. All of them could have jobs and raise their own families despite of the tragedy. Although I didn't inherit any money, they taught me that no matter was the situation, you can grow with it.
It was the beginning of the last century and my great-grand parents were very rich. My great-grand father was a coffee farmer in Brazil and coffee was achieving the highest prices ever. They had an amazing life, having dinners with piano concerts and poetry recitals in French. Life was a party.
And then there was the New York stock market crash and the Great Depression began. Crop prices dropped. They lost everything: the farm, the money, the dignity. I do think my great-grand father had his own depression. As depression as a disease was unknown, he was seen as a man with a lack of character. Definitely it made things worse. He was unable to provide his family and my great-grand mother started receiving traveling people to sleep at the house. Unfortunately, she died from cervical cancer in a couple of months, leaving nine kids and her husband by their own.
Moving by despair, I suppose, my great-grand father tried to choke his youngest daughter and killed himself with a razor.
It is a story of loss and sadnesses, but also of recovering. The six younger girls were adopted by an uncle. My grandmother and her two brothers were by their owns. To be fair, fourteen-year-old boys were not considered children any more those times. All of them could have jobs and raise their own families despite of the tragedy. Although I didn't inherit any money, they taught me that no matter was the situation, you can grow with it.
