tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386591112753293896.post1256030692108298136..comments2024-01-17T16:29:35.546-05:00Comments on Through the Hourglass: BrazilClaudia Keenanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302390896762308490noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386591112753293896.post-27316328646310591772016-04-25T14:15:22.073-04:002016-04-25T14:15:22.073-04:00In the year since my mother's death, my sister...In the year since my mother's death, my sister produced a hard copy of the blog I made for the French family. One of my cousins has now undertaken to translate it into French and we are constantly emailing back and forth with clarifications.<br />We have noticed all of the stories that went untold in the 50s and 60s because those that had lived them in the 40s was looking forward as part of a mania to forget the shame and humiliation of the war. I think my own curiousity -- from the age of ten -- drove my of the mother's opening up. <br />You are also speaking of an America that tore down Penn Station! Our desire for modernity was pathological!<br />I had a Brazilian boyfriend for a while - two of them, both named Celso! In my early 20s. So I also check out Brazilian news. It's what we do.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17173711110500689117noreply@blogger.com