Regular
readers know that my grandfather played a significant role in my life, but
until now I haven’t mentioned that Grandpa and his two older brothers were
orphaned when Grandpa was five years old. They’d been living on Terceira, a
poverty-stricken island in the Azores and no relatives had the resources to
take in three hungry mouths.
One brother was sent
to live with distant relatives in Lisbon, another was shipped off to São Paulo,
Brazil, and my grandfather came to America and settled in California’s Santa Clara
Valley. The three boys had been very close and once they learned how to write
they communicated with each other regularly. One of the things written about
most was their determination to see each other again.
Sixty years would pass before they would see each other again. Read about it (here).
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