Grandma Joan

Author (Daniel Silva Gomes IFBA Professor of the Arts - Camaçari)
My Grandmother was the daughter of slaves, was born during the rule of law of the free womb,
therefore "free", was true passion for the Princess Elizabeth,( freed the slaves) was of São Felix.
Joana as she was known there for Cachoeira and Sao Felix walked with his eternal
black crocheted shawl, mourning she used until her death, admitted no clothes
had a predominance of white, I remember when I started working with it
a piece of white fabric and black, she was thrilled with this, but
a dress just did not put it my cousin Gilcélia, alias Gilcélia teacher,
I explained why and I gave another piece black and white, so was Joana.
When she came to Bahia, that is what she called Salvador, was in our
house, the house of Mr Felipe, my father, white man who love her, he treated her:
My Old Lady, called my mother and Mis Vicentina the youngest daugther of Grandma.
She manufactures cigar to make she used a litlle knife , tobacco
wrapped in newsprint and noble sheet for wrapping the cigar, and glue made
with remainder of bread that were driven. He sat on a stool behind the front door
and watched the movement and the people who passed us that we were not
quiet at no time, watched the educated people who greeted
and those without.
One day she and I were sitting in the doorway when he passed a girl
White who lived in the streets behind our square, needless to say
even looked at us, my Grandma left the girl back and said, "so proud and
rude but you saw the her thick noose? There is she descend of the negroes!!1. "I was about 11 years
and I loved the girl because she has the beautiful green eyes and blond hair,
Grandma was disappointed because the myth of perfection that had
me. I started watching it since then and no longer felt so beautiful, and even
hurt because she did not speak with us, just went to rescue her in the near future when
I was a teenager, and became a handsome man, so she began to get interested in me, but your nose will not let me get close.
Grandma was a fantastic figure tales told stories of my grandfather who was a player
guitar and partying.
But these stories are for another time.