Stories of Paraná - One scoop
A scoop
Wilson Buoy
The journalist's life curitibano Raul Gomes, from his youth, was dotted by numerous episodes linked to political and social history of Paraná, sometimes as simple spectator, either as active participant.
So when the enactment of Constituency 34, after the revolution of São Paulo, two parties were operating here in Curitiba:
the Social Democratic Party, headed by virtually intervenor Manuel Ribas, and the Social Nationalist Party, dominated by the figure of Colonel Mena Barreto. The current Republican Union had called for Muñoz leader Caetano da Rocha.
However, Manuel Ribas, temperament nonpartisan, an indecipherable dumbness without express its pleasure or displeasure by his party, assumed an attitude perplexing, filled with apprehension their coreligionists, the PSD party members, as it was in contact with the other two factions, visiting Mena Barreto and conniving with Muñoz Rocha.
Although worried and even frightened by this unusual procedure, the commanded the "gross bonnet" dared not you start a speech frank and decisive, especially in relation to the upcoming elections.
Reigned in the ranks PSD party members visible restlessness.
Raul Gomes, by this time, militated in "The Day" Caio Machado and daring reporter who was determined to go to the Palace, put everything in clean dishes, get to the boss PSD a definitive statement about his party position.
Early in the morning go to the Chief of Police, Lauro Lopes, the federal bench, and communicates its decision.
We were on September 29, 1934. Lauro tries to consider otherwise, but Raul reaffirms its presence across the Interventor had no political connotations - was only in the performance of his duties as a journalist. The chief of police calls to the palace and then pays the cabinet chief information due.
And there goes our Raul by Rua Rio Branco, penetrates the seat of government funds, it is advertising and is greeted warmly by Interventor, having at his side Gaspar Veloso, director of Education.
Asked as to why the hearing as requested urgent Raul Gomes candidly exposes the disturbing situation Interventor PSD party members, fearful around the date of the election and the political uncertainty of his head higher.
I was there as a journalist eager for a sensational "scoop" reporting, as his followers wished him only as a proclamation as categorical candidate PSD.
Raul opens his book by putting it on the table.
Ribas delivers a pen.
This does not have to beg.
Compose a short text, date and sign.
But by Gaspar Veloso found a small mistake, Ribas writes another text, this definitive and reproduced here: "To finish with rumors spread concerning my stay in the State, declare that I belong to this people and give him the last of my days.
I agree, so my application to State Government, launched by PSD. Curitiba, September 29, 1934. Manoel Ribas ".
Raul smiles, satisfied.
Mission accomplished. And for many years retain fondly that notebook with both versions.
Time: Manuel Ribas was elected Governor, indirectly, by the Legislature, to rule from 1935 to 1937, and again be Interventor appointed by Getúlio Vargas, 1937-1945. Ruled Paraná, so for 13 consecutive years, from 1932 to 1945.
Buoy Wilson, President of the Brazilian Society of Medical Writers in 1993
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
terça-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2013
Stories of Paraná - Revenge of Oz
Stories of Paraná - Revenge of Oz
Revenge of Oz
Luiz Cláudio Mehl
The colony Murici is very close to Curitiba, and even more so the coastal Serra do Mar.
Predominantly occupied by Polish farmers, there is the Capital procures potatoes, fruits and vegetables.
And also its forests which is largely extracted from wood that fuels the potteries curitibanas.
Potters were among the Children of Henry Mehl, who had a Fazendola there.
Well, in the early 70 farmers of the region were extremely concerned about the
disappearance of many cattle.
Some information said it would be about 50, others spoke in a hundred, and had to speak up about it
200 head of cattle had already gone.
Exaggerations aside, one thing there was no doubt: the bones found showed that it was a cat, and large, responsible for the damage.
Hence why Julius Light chacreiro of Mehl, invited his friend Alcindo de Melo, recognized as Emeritus hunter, to seek the mysterious toggle chain.
The two hunters, aided by two bloodhounds and the bullets of a "Winchester 16", the animal slaughtered after two weeks of pursuit. The mystery unraveled was two feet long and about 20 years old.
To prove the truth of the deed, the hunters put the animal's body in a pickup truck and were run newspapers Curitiba, displaying the trophy.
The headlines the next day were bombastic: "Ounce dead already killed over a hundred," identified "Gazeta do Povo", "ounce shot dead", registered the "Tribuna do Paraná". The news reached the Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and the Journal of the stamped photo of the animal with the headline "Killer Oz."
Meanwhile, Mehl was fined a thousand cruises Defense Institute of Natural Heritage for lack of license to kill the animal. And then were reported to pay another 150 cruises fines for violations of the code hunting forest, prohibiting hunting out of season.
Until then killed themselves ounces with impunity as if through a stop signal at three o'clock in the morning and no guards around.
This time, however, the reaction was not only in fines. Public opinion was divided regarding subject and gained air discussion.
Did not, of course, who would posture the benefit of hunters, as the gossip columnist Charles Jung, in "The State Government", which ironically warned prospective hunters ounce to not forget to tie them before throwing, running thence, in Curitiba, draw the appropriate licenses.
It also recommended the need to warn ounce for not showing up on farms outside of hunting season.
Ironies aside, the first apprentice ecologists shouted from north to south in defense of Brazilian fauna, rare thing to hear those times.
Was starting a new era in the country, was the defense of the environment.
Better than anyone, "Journal of Brazil", in Rio de Janeiro, captured what was beginning to happen from the killing of an ounce in Paraná. The newspaper devoted to the subject an editorial entitled "Revenge of Oz", who noticed: "... after death, the jaguar took revenge farmer who killed her ..." And he concluded: "When the farmer left the consolation honor of attending the opening chapter of a history of struggle for the preservation of the natural heritage of our country."
Luiz Cláudio Mehl, Civil Engineer
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Revenge of Oz
Luiz Cláudio Mehl
The colony Murici is very close to Curitiba, and even more so the coastal Serra do Mar.
Predominantly occupied by Polish farmers, there is the Capital procures potatoes, fruits and vegetables.
And also its forests which is largely extracted from wood that fuels the potteries curitibanas.
Potters were among the Children of Henry Mehl, who had a Fazendola there.
Well, in the early 70 farmers of the region were extremely concerned about the
disappearance of many cattle.
Some information said it would be about 50, others spoke in a hundred, and had to speak up about it
200 head of cattle had already gone.
Exaggerations aside, one thing there was no doubt: the bones found showed that it was a cat, and large, responsible for the damage.
Hence why Julius Light chacreiro of Mehl, invited his friend Alcindo de Melo, recognized as Emeritus hunter, to seek the mysterious toggle chain.
The two hunters, aided by two bloodhounds and the bullets of a "Winchester 16", the animal slaughtered after two weeks of pursuit. The mystery unraveled was two feet long and about 20 years old.
To prove the truth of the deed, the hunters put the animal's body in a pickup truck and were run newspapers Curitiba, displaying the trophy.
The headlines the next day were bombastic: "Ounce dead already killed over a hundred," identified "Gazeta do Povo", "ounce shot dead", registered the "Tribuna do Paraná". The news reached the Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and the Journal of the stamped photo of the animal with the headline "Killer Oz."
Meanwhile, Mehl was fined a thousand cruises Defense Institute of Natural Heritage for lack of license to kill the animal. And then were reported to pay another 150 cruises fines for violations of the code hunting forest, prohibiting hunting out of season.
Until then killed themselves ounces with impunity as if through a stop signal at three o'clock in the morning and no guards around.
This time, however, the reaction was not only in fines. Public opinion was divided regarding subject and gained air discussion.
Did not, of course, who would posture the benefit of hunters, as the gossip columnist Charles Jung, in "The State Government", which ironically warned prospective hunters ounce to not forget to tie them before throwing, running thence, in Curitiba, draw the appropriate licenses.
It also recommended the need to warn ounce for not showing up on farms outside of hunting season.
Ironies aside, the first apprentice ecologists shouted from north to south in defense of Brazilian fauna, rare thing to hear those times.
Was starting a new era in the country, was the defense of the environment.
Better than anyone, "Journal of Brazil", in Rio de Janeiro, captured what was beginning to happen from the killing of an ounce in Paraná. The newspaper devoted to the subject an editorial entitled "Revenge of Oz", who noticed: "... after death, the jaguar took revenge farmer who killed her ..." And he concluded: "When the farmer left the consolation honor of attending the opening chapter of a history of struggle for the preservation of the natural heritage of our country."
Luiz Cláudio Mehl, Civil Engineer
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Success has a name
Stories of Paraná - Success has a name
Success has a name
José Roberto da Silva
The black boy did not stand the laughter of classmates that first day of class. Not answered presence.
Shot out the door as soon as the schoolteacher round glasses gave his first name. Only stopped at the door of the humble farm rich.
Because his parents had registered with that label he wanted to know, but never asked. The "old" was not much conversation and Metia only fear in his eyes.
The mockery of the companions were decreasing as
the boy was going earning respect without retort arm. Not needed.
During recess, which usually only had a piece of sugar cane to chew and suck the juice sweetened, began to impose the talent that dominated the small plastic colored ball played in "cracks".
Never finished elementary school. The father needed his help on the farm.
Before leaving the school, however, had already won fame and stocky body good ball.
Nobody took most fun of his first name.
Was rather tired of hearing advice to pursue a career playing football.
But that weird name? The explanation came over the radio cell of a neighbor.
Cigarette advertising. Only then learned of vice and passion of the father for that brand. Could do nothing.
Was playing life, calejando hands on handles and rich red earth of Captain Leonidas Marques and seeing your star shine ball retriever in farms.
Teenager, gained muscle and lost more teeth carelessly and because candy and sugar cane. That played a amateur team and name enjoyed nobody remembered.
Now it was Captain, a steering wheel that Metia fear in opponents by determining that came in and played the type size umbrella rou-pa.
There was to be tough, however, that a scout Rattlesnake was to convince his father to let him try his luck in the professional team. The boy who at 17 was already wearing dentures had talent.
Spent some years showing it on the green carpet of the Olympic stadium and was hired by the Portuguese Sports, which today holds absolute position.
Captain earned money, might even have changed the name.
But also out of respect for parents, kept it with great pride.
Even more so, now more than ever, Oliuae is a success.
José Roberto da Silva, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Success has a name
José Roberto da Silva
The black boy did not stand the laughter of classmates that first day of class. Not answered presence.
Shot out the door as soon as the schoolteacher round glasses gave his first name. Only stopped at the door of the humble farm rich.
Because his parents had registered with that label he wanted to know, but never asked. The "old" was not much conversation and Metia only fear in his eyes.
The mockery of the companions were decreasing as
the boy was going earning respect without retort arm. Not needed.
During recess, which usually only had a piece of sugar cane to chew and suck the juice sweetened, began to impose the talent that dominated the small plastic colored ball played in "cracks".
Never finished elementary school. The father needed his help on the farm.
Before leaving the school, however, had already won fame and stocky body good ball.
Nobody took most fun of his first name.
Was rather tired of hearing advice to pursue a career playing football.
But that weird name? The explanation came over the radio cell of a neighbor.
Cigarette advertising. Only then learned of vice and passion of the father for that brand. Could do nothing.
Was playing life, calejando hands on handles and rich red earth of Captain Leonidas Marques and seeing your star shine ball retriever in farms.
Teenager, gained muscle and lost more teeth carelessly and because candy and sugar cane. That played a amateur team and name enjoyed nobody remembered.
Now it was Captain, a steering wheel that Metia fear in opponents by determining that came in and played the type size umbrella rou-pa.
There was to be tough, however, that a scout Rattlesnake was to convince his father to let him try his luck in the professional team. The boy who at 17 was already wearing dentures had talent.
Spent some years showing it on the green carpet of the Olympic stadium and was hired by the Portuguese Sports, which today holds absolute position.
Captain earned money, might even have changed the name.
But also out of respect for parents, kept it with great pride.
Even more so, now more than ever, Oliuae is a success.
José Roberto da Silva, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The Battle of Jaguapita
Stories of Paraná - The Battle of Jaguapita
The Battle of Jaguapita
Norma Thais Villela
Nothing like a good campaign to take seriously the sleepy towns of the Paraná, a few decades ago.
Political differences - or perhaps small animosities kept silent for years - divided communities where everyone knew everyone else, undid old cronies, broke engagements, ambushes and pitched breakers, caused death oaths, occasionally someone actually tumbled shot dead or knife.
It was so in 1948 in the small Jaguapita, northern Paraná. The city seethed with elections, transformed into real battlefield, the UDN and the PSD. In the political leadership of the PSD, the "Colonel" Faustino Sebastião, Miguel Camargo led the UDN.
The PSD had beard and hair that year.
Besides electing Moyses Lupion to the state government, the party also won the city hall Jaguapita. Udenistas did not conform, and discomfort to the plot was a step: warned everyone that the elected mayor, Alfredo Batissioto simply would not take possession.
The PSD party members, in turn, listened silently taunts, and promised to get back to the point.
This was the climate of the city.
Remember that the campaign had been fairly warm with the murder, including the friend Peixoto, in full parish fete.
Other two jurors death, had to disappear.
Our house, a small farm on the edge of the road was two miles from downtown Jaguapita. One afternoon, the bus of Transportation Carrera leaves in front of her friend Ophelia house with two small children.
Asks for help to bring them to the farm of his father.
Harness the horse, I and the baby in front, Ophelia and another child on the back.
In the city, a move unusual, people leaving or taking refuge in the primary school, only masonry construction in Jaguapita.
Horse went to the entrance of the farm.
By passing the gate, on the way to headquarters, we noticed that everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
No movement in the house, no window or door. "Ophelia - I said - we will return. Nobody's at home." Therein, the father of Ophelia PSD staunch, out into the courtyard, armed, to help her daughter and grandchildren to dismount. He warned:
- "Tonight, we will wipe out the opposition and end these threats that the elected mayor will not take.
Let's set fire to the houses of all udenistas. And the burn is scheduled to begin just by your father's house (UDN were all at home), but I'll see if I can handle the staff. I do not guarantee anything, but I'll try ... "
He was not kidding.
That was the reason for the movement in the city. The final confrontation between the two rival political factions would be that night.
As we talked, went out of the corrals mestizos who were in ambush, all armed to the teeth ...
At home, I told my father, and just in case, he also prepared to protect us. There was Facu withstand the wee hours of the night.
As American settlers westward, awaiting an attack by Indians, so we felt.
But word-of-night, when the tension was greatest, here comes the cavalry saving: home we saw passing by the road trucks with Army soldiers on the way to town.
Our house was saved. The not so quiet Jaguapita was safe - for relief on both sides.
The elected mayor took office. And the opposition continued to exist.
Norma Thais Villela, housewife
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The Battle of Jaguapita
Norma Thais Villela
Nothing like a good campaign to take seriously the sleepy towns of the Paraná, a few decades ago.
Political differences - or perhaps small animosities kept silent for years - divided communities where everyone knew everyone else, undid old cronies, broke engagements, ambushes and pitched breakers, caused death oaths, occasionally someone actually tumbled shot dead or knife.
It was so in 1948 in the small Jaguapita, northern Paraná. The city seethed with elections, transformed into real battlefield, the UDN and the PSD. In the political leadership of the PSD, the "Colonel" Faustino Sebastião, Miguel Camargo led the UDN.
The PSD had beard and hair that year.
Besides electing Moyses Lupion to the state government, the party also won the city hall Jaguapita. Udenistas did not conform, and discomfort to the plot was a step: warned everyone that the elected mayor, Alfredo Batissioto simply would not take possession.
The PSD party members, in turn, listened silently taunts, and promised to get back to the point.
This was the climate of the city.
Remember that the campaign had been fairly warm with the murder, including the friend Peixoto, in full parish fete.
Other two jurors death, had to disappear.
Our house, a small farm on the edge of the road was two miles from downtown Jaguapita. One afternoon, the bus of Transportation Carrera leaves in front of her friend Ophelia house with two small children.
Asks for help to bring them to the farm of his father.
Harness the horse, I and the baby in front, Ophelia and another child on the back.
In the city, a move unusual, people leaving or taking refuge in the primary school, only masonry construction in Jaguapita.
Horse went to the entrance of the farm.
By passing the gate, on the way to headquarters, we noticed that everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
No movement in the house, no window or door. "Ophelia - I said - we will return. Nobody's at home." Therein, the father of Ophelia PSD staunch, out into the courtyard, armed, to help her daughter and grandchildren to dismount. He warned:
- "Tonight, we will wipe out the opposition and end these threats that the elected mayor will not take.
Let's set fire to the houses of all udenistas. And the burn is scheduled to begin just by your father's house (UDN were all at home), but I'll see if I can handle the staff. I do not guarantee anything, but I'll try ... "
He was not kidding.
That was the reason for the movement in the city. The final confrontation between the two rival political factions would be that night.
As we talked, went out of the corrals mestizos who were in ambush, all armed to the teeth ...
At home, I told my father, and just in case, he also prepared to protect us. There was Facu withstand the wee hours of the night.
As American settlers westward, awaiting an attack by Indians, so we felt.
But word-of-night, when the tension was greatest, here comes the cavalry saving: home we saw passing by the road trucks with Army soldiers on the way to town.
Our house was saved. The not so quiet Jaguapita was safe - for relief on both sides.
The elected mayor took office. And the opposition continued to exist.
Norma Thais Villela, housewife
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The sword unbeaten
Stories of Paraná - The sword unbeaten
The sword unbeaten
Tulio Vargas
The Federalist Revolution or War of Woodpeckers and Maragatos, as would be known, was the most tragic history of South America. One hundred years ago that erupted in Rio Grande do Sul, spreading the states of Santa Catarina and Paraná. Initially aimed at dislodging the state government Julio de Castillos.
Vi rou-up then against Floriano Peixoto, encastelado as dictator for constitutional violation, according to the opposition at the time.
Troops federalists, who threatened the foundations of the Republic, were commanded by Gumercindo Saraiva, unusual warrior, born in Brazil, created in Uruguay, capable of feats comparable to Napoleon Crossing the Alps, San Martin winning the Andes, Bolívar, Aníbal or Alexander.
With an army unprepared volunteers improvised mixture of haughtiness des fear, mischief and spirit of adventure, inspired them "pelear" at any price.
Were maragatos.
In the wake of the fighting against Florianistas were committed, on both sides, the greatest atrocities. It seemed not a conventional civil war. The torture of sticking became the rule.
The excesses of the Federalists responded with the same methods loyalists.
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
This primitive practice frightened and defenseless populations overtook Gumercindo, commander-in-chief of the invading troops, hates Republicans. And as history is written by the winners, it was reputed to outlaw ...
However, it was not so.
Testimonials of their enemies, contemporary tragedy, absolve him of his sins.
Just read "Days Kinslayer" by Bernardino Bormann, "The Consolidation of the Republic", JB Magalhaes, "The Revolution of 1893 - Memories" by José Cândido da Silva Murky; "Dictionary / History and Geography Paranaense" by Ermelino Augustine Lion, and others to recover the true image of the famous warlord.
Bernardino Bormann, general, he faced the column federaHsta of Juca Tiger in the region of Palmas, wrote: "There is no doubt that Gumercindo bore up well with the prisoners.
Many of his men not imitated. "
When the occupation of Curitiba in 1894, it was he who restrained the warring impulses of his charges.
Still, there abuse.
Plundered Paranaense Museum, its director of Ermelino
Leo complained Gumercindo embezzlement of more than two hundred pieces of gold and silver, commendations and other objects of historical value.
- It is the second time that the museum is looted, General. Already it was last year, no one could figure out the author, and now back to being stolen by soldiers of Your Excellency.
- And that providence advise me? - Replied Gumercindo in your language Spanish-Portuguese.
- The coins, in fact general, will not be easy, but the commendations, maybe ...
- Doctor, this subject is painful for me.
Tell me, to compensate, would not hurt my sword?
- But general ...
- For stay there with her and your sorry little value! ...
Contrary to the historical version, "was a kind human and social unparalleled emulator of Canabarro in military capability, bizarre attitudes as Antonio Neto, ie the temerity brave, generous in victory and balanced in adversity."
He died in Carovi, Rio Grande do Sul, to withdraw his column in search of exile.
The loyalists dug up her corpse, cut off his head, taking it as a trophy of ajúlio Castillos.
This horrified, refused to accept the award macabre.
Tulio Vargas, former deputy, member of the Academy of Arts Paranaense
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The sword unbeaten
Tulio Vargas
The Federalist Revolution or War of Woodpeckers and Maragatos, as would be known, was the most tragic history of South America. One hundred years ago that erupted in Rio Grande do Sul, spreading the states of Santa Catarina and Paraná. Initially aimed at dislodging the state government Julio de Castillos.
Vi rou-up then against Floriano Peixoto, encastelado as dictator for constitutional violation, according to the opposition at the time.
Troops federalists, who threatened the foundations of the Republic, were commanded by Gumercindo Saraiva, unusual warrior, born in Brazil, created in Uruguay, capable of feats comparable to Napoleon Crossing the Alps, San Martin winning the Andes, Bolívar, Aníbal or Alexander.
With an army unprepared volunteers improvised mixture of haughtiness des fear, mischief and spirit of adventure, inspired them "pelear" at any price.
Were maragatos.
In the wake of the fighting against Florianistas were committed, on both sides, the greatest atrocities. It seemed not a conventional civil war. The torture of sticking became the rule.
The excesses of the Federalists responded with the same methods loyalists.
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
This primitive practice frightened and defenseless populations overtook Gumercindo, commander-in-chief of the invading troops, hates Republicans. And as history is written by the winners, it was reputed to outlaw ...
However, it was not so.
Testimonials of their enemies, contemporary tragedy, absolve him of his sins.
Just read "Days Kinslayer" by Bernardino Bormann, "The Consolidation of the Republic", JB Magalhaes, "The Revolution of 1893 - Memories" by José Cândido da Silva Murky; "Dictionary / History and Geography Paranaense" by Ermelino Augustine Lion, and others to recover the true image of the famous warlord.
Bernardino Bormann, general, he faced the column federaHsta of Juca Tiger in the region of Palmas, wrote: "There is no doubt that Gumercindo bore up well with the prisoners.
Many of his men not imitated. "
When the occupation of Curitiba in 1894, it was he who restrained the warring impulses of his charges.
Still, there abuse.
Plundered Paranaense Museum, its director of Ermelino
Leo complained Gumercindo embezzlement of more than two hundred pieces of gold and silver, commendations and other objects of historical value.
- It is the second time that the museum is looted, General. Already it was last year, no one could figure out the author, and now back to being stolen by soldiers of Your Excellency.
- And that providence advise me? - Replied Gumercindo in your language Spanish-Portuguese.
- The coins, in fact general, will not be easy, but the commendations, maybe ...
- Doctor, this subject is painful for me.
Tell me, to compensate, would not hurt my sword?
- But general ...
- For stay there with her and your sorry little value! ...
Contrary to the historical version, "was a kind human and social unparalleled emulator of Canabarro in military capability, bizarre attitudes as Antonio Neto, ie the temerity brave, generous in victory and balanced in adversity."
He died in Carovi, Rio Grande do Sul, to withdraw his column in search of exile.
The loyalists dug up her corpse, cut off his head, taking it as a trophy of ajúlio Castillos.
This horrified, refused to accept the award macabre.
Tulio Vargas, former deputy, member of the Academy of Arts Paranaense
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The genius of my father
Stories of Paraná - The genius of my father
The ingenuity of my father
Lourdes Lacerda Suplicy
Morning sun.
Indian summer in the month of May, 1940. With my father, I visited barricaria of Ingenio San Antonio.
Within the routine nice and quiet in which wore on our lives, I could imagine that, in October of that same year, he rest in the family tomb? The girl who cried his death only much later came to be interested in the history of that mill mate, for decades one of the mainstays of the economy of the city of Lapa.
The story would have begun in 1879, when it was founded.
In 1884, according to the news paper "December Nineteen," Loyola firm and there Rebello inaugurated machines "systema locomovei", promoting a festive meeting.
During the Revolution of 1894 highlight the historians, the Mill was a landmark in the city.
Actually, my father, José Lacerda, settled in Lapa in 1898 as "Marketer of yerba mate and genres of the country." Negotiating a house in Largo da Matriz.
Fm 1921 he bought and Fido Fontana Manoel Rodrigues Pereira Pinto, Ingenio San Antonio.
This society soon fell apart, my father expanded its processing industry mate, which was exported to Uruguay on a large scale and also to Argentina and Chile.
The main building, where es-tavam machines was simple lines, low front, sash windows, roof gouges.
In this place the wagons poured gross yerba mate that turned the pleasant smelling and yerba mate, who was traveling on the famous wrapped barrels. The craftsmanship of barricarias revealed by real artists working task.
With scraper and cepilhadeira, confeccionavam pine staves of three colors: black, white and red.
The labels also artwork of lithographers, bore the names of various brands: La Oriental, Hercules, Lisinger, Lacerda, Olivia, Lolita, Mena, Gran Diogo, Maria Adela, Fábio Luciano.
Despite having only with an annual crop, Ingenio brought steady work for the inhabitants of Lapa.
When the crude herb arrived, the machines were powered and high-pitched whistle sounded like a code calling those who were willing to work.
My father always sought to protect their employees, especially the old barriqueiros and, since 1937, has implemented new laws
Social Security.
Between the 20s and 40s
Ingenio San Antonio was the only of the municipality.
After my father's death, the property passed to his sons, changing the name to José Lacerd
Every morning at seven o'clock, the whistle of the Mill sounded a festive dawn.
Even whistled at eleven o'clock at noon and three o'clock.
Finally, at six o'clock heralded the end of the workday.
The evocation of this sound reverberates longingly at my heart.
Lourdes Lacerda Suplicy, grandmother and homemaker
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The ingenuity of my father
Lourdes Lacerda Suplicy
Morning sun.
Indian summer in the month of May, 1940. With my father, I visited barricaria of Ingenio San Antonio.
Within the routine nice and quiet in which wore on our lives, I could imagine that, in October of that same year, he rest in the family tomb? The girl who cried his death only much later came to be interested in the history of that mill mate, for decades one of the mainstays of the economy of the city of Lapa.
The story would have begun in 1879, when it was founded.
In 1884, according to the news paper "December Nineteen," Loyola firm and there Rebello inaugurated machines "systema locomovei", promoting a festive meeting.
During the Revolution of 1894 highlight the historians, the Mill was a landmark in the city.
Actually, my father, José Lacerda, settled in Lapa in 1898 as "Marketer of yerba mate and genres of the country." Negotiating a house in Largo da Matriz.
Fm 1921 he bought and Fido Fontana Manoel Rodrigues Pereira Pinto, Ingenio San Antonio.
This society soon fell apart, my father expanded its processing industry mate, which was exported to Uruguay on a large scale and also to Argentina and Chile.
The main building, where es-tavam machines was simple lines, low front, sash windows, roof gouges.
In this place the wagons poured gross yerba mate that turned the pleasant smelling and yerba mate, who was traveling on the famous wrapped barrels. The craftsmanship of barricarias revealed by real artists working task.
With scraper and cepilhadeira, confeccionavam pine staves of three colors: black, white and red.
The labels also artwork of lithographers, bore the names of various brands: La Oriental, Hercules, Lisinger, Lacerda, Olivia, Lolita, Mena, Gran Diogo, Maria Adela, Fábio Luciano.
Despite having only with an annual crop, Ingenio brought steady work for the inhabitants of Lapa.
When the crude herb arrived, the machines were powered and high-pitched whistle sounded like a code calling those who were willing to work.
My father always sought to protect their employees, especially the old barriqueiros and, since 1937, has implemented new laws
Social Security.
Between the 20s and 40s
Ingenio San Antonio was the only of the municipality.
After my father's death, the property passed to his sons, changing the name to José Lacerd
Every morning at seven o'clock, the whistle of the Mill sounded a festive dawn.
Even whistled at eleven o'clock at noon and three o'clock.
Finally, at six o'clock heralded the end of the workday.
The evocation of this sound reverberates longingly at my heart.
Lourdes Lacerda Suplicy, grandmother and homemaker
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The incredible case of coins
Stories of Paraná - The incredible case of coins
The incredible case of coins
Leonardo Henrique dos Santos
"Same to you, here there are already 10 000."
In the pioneering era of Londrina, a sign with that phrase with double meaning, for a long time remained planted at the entrance of the city - both could be seen as an invitation to solidarity arriving, willing to grow along with the city, as a warning to those who came with the purpose of deceiving those who worked.
In fact, both interpretations made sense.
London really attracted crowds of Brazilians and foreigners, who came determined to irrigate the land with its purple sweat. And in the wake of them also came, attracted by the fame of the city where the money ran loose, rogues of all carats.
In the early '70s, the plate with the phrase challenging it was just a memory in the memory of the pioneer generations, but also nothing more than vague memories the "stories" of blows worthy of screenplays - Londrina had ceased to be the legendary " Capital World Café ".
In mid 1972, begin to appear on bar tables and casters in "stone", boring detailers who insisted on pointing as evidence of forgery, almost imperceptible differences between coins 50 cents should be identical. The conversation was almost always ended with the intervention of some "expert" who pontificated:
- That's impossible.
Nobody falsify currencies because the unit cost would be higher than its legal value. The government does because they are necessary, but has injury ...
Except that, after some time, the coins in circulation in the city began to "fade" and then no one else had doubts: someone was minting coins in copper and subjecting them to a bath of nickel, which resisted for a few months but ended up wearing. And the production was in high scale, because the false coins flooded Londrina and spread through towns across the region.
The Federal Police had the greatest difficulty in getting to the "artist" who had installed an authentic "branch of the Mint" in a country house - a young elegant and fine appearance, who regularly visited retailers in the city, always in a suit and tie and aboard a gleaming Dodge Dart, offering bags of coins in exchange for notes. Only missing leaving card.
The reaction of the public when the case exploded and amazing forger was arrested, revealed that the city was still able to admire a clever scam. Only heard recriminations of the fact the "purse" have been so careless:
- Have you ever seen, go around Dodge Dart exchanging coins! He had to impersonate strawman, or something ...
- If he drops the coins in Sao Paulo, they would never catch him ...
The old board had been lost in time, but its still worth warning message - no one should get Londrina believing that he is smarter because the city actually existed all.
Even someone capable of a crime so unbelievable how fake coins 50 cents ... and make a profit!
Leonardo Henrique dos Santos, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The incredible case of coins
Leonardo Henrique dos Santos
"Same to you, here there are already 10 000."
In the pioneering era of Londrina, a sign with that phrase with double meaning, for a long time remained planted at the entrance of the city - both could be seen as an invitation to solidarity arriving, willing to grow along with the city, as a warning to those who came with the purpose of deceiving those who worked.
In fact, both interpretations made sense.
London really attracted crowds of Brazilians and foreigners, who came determined to irrigate the land with its purple sweat. And in the wake of them also came, attracted by the fame of the city where the money ran loose, rogues of all carats.
In the early '70s, the plate with the phrase challenging it was just a memory in the memory of the pioneer generations, but also nothing more than vague memories the "stories" of blows worthy of screenplays - Londrina had ceased to be the legendary " Capital World Café ".
In mid 1972, begin to appear on bar tables and casters in "stone", boring detailers who insisted on pointing as evidence of forgery, almost imperceptible differences between coins 50 cents should be identical. The conversation was almost always ended with the intervention of some "expert" who pontificated:
- That's impossible.
Nobody falsify currencies because the unit cost would be higher than its legal value. The government does because they are necessary, but has injury ...
Except that, after some time, the coins in circulation in the city began to "fade" and then no one else had doubts: someone was minting coins in copper and subjecting them to a bath of nickel, which resisted for a few months but ended up wearing. And the production was in high scale, because the false coins flooded Londrina and spread through towns across the region.
The Federal Police had the greatest difficulty in getting to the "artist" who had installed an authentic "branch of the Mint" in a country house - a young elegant and fine appearance, who regularly visited retailers in the city, always in a suit and tie and aboard a gleaming Dodge Dart, offering bags of coins in exchange for notes. Only missing leaving card.
The reaction of the public when the case exploded and amazing forger was arrested, revealed that the city was still able to admire a clever scam. Only heard recriminations of the fact the "purse" have been so careless:
- Have you ever seen, go around Dodge Dart exchanging coins! He had to impersonate strawman, or something ...
- If he drops the coins in Sao Paulo, they would never catch him ...
The old board had been lost in time, but its still worth warning message - no one should get Londrina believing that he is smarter because the city actually existed all.
Even someone capable of a crime so unbelievable how fake coins 50 cents ... and make a profit!
Leonardo Henrique dos Santos, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The visit of the Governor
Stories of Paraná - The visit of the Governor
The visit of the Governor
José Castro Bortoglin
Political masters, pay attention and do not forget: the credibility of the work of each may be in things seemingly minor and insignificant.
How, for example, fulfill the promise of visiting a small town, with its observers and behaviors.
For a small community does not forget, ever an insult.
It is in the collective memory, just as it was in memory of Brazilian history that President Reagan called us from "Bolivia", in full visit to Rio de Janeiro.
Many years ago, Good Earth, a small town nestled in the valley of Ivaí, waited in vain for the governor's visit.
The children were instructed on the eve of the nuns, to don the dress uniform - long sleeves, skirts and pants neatly pressed and shoes shined - won pennants and off they went to fren-le podium newly fitted.
The nuns also wore the uniform of the important days, with long skirts casemira German, a marine blue. And it was summer.
Residents of the city and sites left the housework to welcome the governor.
Mayor, mayor's wife, minted, cousins and the like, the vicar, in all its glory day.
Everything clean and tidy, trees painted white halfway, whose huge rubber seeds brought not know where, purple bloomed beautifully lands of Northern Paraná. And had just torn because spoiled the sidewalks with their roots.
Hours passed and nothing governor.
Mayor impatient, bad tempered woman - "is that the prestige it is not as great as he says or talked nonsense back in Curitiba, when he visited the Iguaçu palace?" -, Tired children, slamming the flags at each other.
Hunger Site pressing personnel accustomed to an early lunch.
The view already tired of looking at the empty road, occasionally kicking up dust when a car turned the hall clover, where a group hoped the delegation.
More than one afternoon, children disobeying the nuns, insisting on going home to take water.
Finally, after much waiting, emerges from the middle of the black car pulling poeirão entourage.
Fireworks, loud noises, people getting ready, the mayor's wife straightening her blouse further down. The black car passes by scraping band music. Stops and opens the door, close the stairs from the platform. And down the deputy of the region, raising his arms to the crowd.
Waves, excited, but the expectation is stretched their necks to see who is behind the governor, either. And it's not - oh disappointment! - That the governor did not come? Another appointment in a nearby town - and bigger, of course-took him over there.
A few beckon to the deputy.
Are silent at the time of the speech, looking aside to the mayor and realize that the first lady steps back on the heels.
Nobody says anything, or comments that. Go to lunch almost three o'clock in the afternoon, the white rice in the pot already hard aluminum.
Children take the dress uniform dirty now, half white with brown heels, and under the shadow of rubber.
The delegation part alone. The mayor back to the city, his wife for the Province of teaching, and all, in the small town, get the feeling that she is after all much smaller than they thought.
When he ran for Congress, by then the former governor had no hope there. Nor remembered canceled at the last minute the trip promised.
Bortoglin José Castro, agricultural technician in Apucarana
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The visit of the Governor
José Castro Bortoglin
Political masters, pay attention and do not forget: the credibility of the work of each may be in things seemingly minor and insignificant.
How, for example, fulfill the promise of visiting a small town, with its observers and behaviors.
For a small community does not forget, ever an insult.
It is in the collective memory, just as it was in memory of Brazilian history that President Reagan called us from "Bolivia", in full visit to Rio de Janeiro.
Many years ago, Good Earth, a small town nestled in the valley of Ivaí, waited in vain for the governor's visit.
The children were instructed on the eve of the nuns, to don the dress uniform - long sleeves, skirts and pants neatly pressed and shoes shined - won pennants and off they went to fren-le podium newly fitted.
The nuns also wore the uniform of the important days, with long skirts casemira German, a marine blue. And it was summer.
Residents of the city and sites left the housework to welcome the governor.
Mayor, mayor's wife, minted, cousins and the like, the vicar, in all its glory day.
Everything clean and tidy, trees painted white halfway, whose huge rubber seeds brought not know where, purple bloomed beautifully lands of Northern Paraná. And had just torn because spoiled the sidewalks with their roots.
Hours passed and nothing governor.
Mayor impatient, bad tempered woman - "is that the prestige it is not as great as he says or talked nonsense back in Curitiba, when he visited the Iguaçu palace?" -, Tired children, slamming the flags at each other.
Hunger Site pressing personnel accustomed to an early lunch.
The view already tired of looking at the empty road, occasionally kicking up dust when a car turned the hall clover, where a group hoped the delegation.
More than one afternoon, children disobeying the nuns, insisting on going home to take water.
Finally, after much waiting, emerges from the middle of the black car pulling poeirão entourage.
Fireworks, loud noises, people getting ready, the mayor's wife straightening her blouse further down. The black car passes by scraping band music. Stops and opens the door, close the stairs from the platform. And down the deputy of the region, raising his arms to the crowd.
Waves, excited, but the expectation is stretched their necks to see who is behind the governor, either. And it's not - oh disappointment! - That the governor did not come? Another appointment in a nearby town - and bigger, of course-took him over there.
A few beckon to the deputy.
Are silent at the time of the speech, looking aside to the mayor and realize that the first lady steps back on the heels.
Nobody says anything, or comments that. Go to lunch almost three o'clock in the afternoon, the white rice in the pot already hard aluminum.
Children take the dress uniform dirty now, half white with brown heels, and under the shadow of rubber.
The delegation part alone. The mayor back to the city, his wife for the Province of teaching, and all, in the small town, get the feeling that she is after all much smaller than they thought.
When he ran for Congress, by then the former governor had no hope there. Nor remembered canceled at the last minute the trip promised.
Bortoglin José Castro, agricultural technician in Apucarana
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Black Frost
Stories of Paraná - Black Frost
Black frost
Ernesto Carvalho
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a frosted plantation.
The first time I heard this whining was in a place in Bela Vista do Paraíso, near Londrina, on July 20, 1975. Three days before snowed in Curitiba, the first time since 1928. Most beautiful thing! Not much snow, but the reaction of the people.
The sizudos curitibanos made the city a huge playground, they all became children with smiles and parties that Carnival has ever managed to boot.
Right was the newspaper that mancheteou on the first page: "Snow heats Curitiba". But while curitibanos went to sleep that night soul heated, the Northern state began to form on plantations frost most of our recent history.
Which the farmer could not sleep that night?
Have many ways to predict a frost eve, teaches the small farmer of Bela Vista Paradise. Clear starry night in cold, frost is almost certain. Clear starry night cold and wet ass muzzle, frost is most certain.
On the night of 17 to 18 July 1975 had it all.
Many cafeicul-ers tried to minimize the damage right making bonfires with old tires in the middle of the plantation. The heat and smoke were avoiding the formation of ice.
But not to burn the tires all the world, this time it was hopeless. The air was so cold that froze the sap in the stems of the plants, the land was so cold that froze the roots. It is a black frost, the worst.
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a plantation frosted! Said the farmer-Theodoro France, sitting in an old trunk in front of the mahogany plantation, looking sad and lost.
Two days after a severe frost the plantation is not sorry for what is seen, but on the preview of what will come. Two days after frosted, the plantation has its very dark green, leafy trees continue as if everything was normal.
But plants are dead.
A few more days and the leaves acquire a dark brown color, then begin to fall, and left the bushes, peeled the whole plant dry, lifeless.
Million coffee trees have dried this way in 1975. Saved only plantations located in larger shoals, where frost does not form and the icy winds do not blow.
Lifeless, coffee plantations had to be plucked, but in its place not all farmers turned to planting new coffee trees. Many preferred soybeans, or corn.
Some even planted sugar cane and pasture.
Sacrilege! Sugarcane and pasture in one of the most fertile land in the world.
The result can be seen today in production statistics and the rural and urban landscape of the entire Paraná. The state lost, never to regain position as the largest producer of coffee. Worse, the overnight hundreds of thousands of rural workers lost jobs. The coffee is of the labors of the field that is more labor-intensive, unlike soy or livestock.
The evicted field became part of the "day laborers" in small towns, the slums in the medium and large.
Disinherited all equally lucky.
Right was the besieging of Bela Vista do Paraíso:
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a frosted plantation.
Ernesto Carvalho, broadcaster
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Black frost
Ernesto Carvalho
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a frosted plantation.
The first time I heard this whining was in a place in Bela Vista do Paraíso, near Londrina, on July 20, 1975. Three days before snowed in Curitiba, the first time since 1928. Most beautiful thing! Not much snow, but the reaction of the people.
The sizudos curitibanos made the city a huge playground, they all became children with smiles and parties that Carnival has ever managed to boot.
Right was the newspaper that mancheteou on the first page: "Snow heats Curitiba". But while curitibanos went to sleep that night soul heated, the Northern state began to form on plantations frost most of our recent history.
Which the farmer could not sleep that night?
Have many ways to predict a frost eve, teaches the small farmer of Bela Vista Paradise. Clear starry night in cold, frost is almost certain. Clear starry night cold and wet ass muzzle, frost is most certain.
On the night of 17 to 18 July 1975 had it all.
Many cafeicul-ers tried to minimize the damage right making bonfires with old tires in the middle of the plantation. The heat and smoke were avoiding the formation of ice.
But not to burn the tires all the world, this time it was hopeless. The air was so cold that froze the sap in the stems of the plants, the land was so cold that froze the roots. It is a black frost, the worst.
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a plantation frosted! Said the farmer-Theodoro France, sitting in an old trunk in front of the mahogany plantation, looking sad and lost.
Two days after a severe frost the plantation is not sorry for what is seen, but on the preview of what will come. Two days after frosted, the plantation has its very dark green, leafy trees continue as if everything was normal.
But plants are dead.
A few more days and the leaves acquire a dark brown color, then begin to fall, and left the bushes, peeled the whole plant dry, lifeless.
Million coffee trees have dried this way in 1975. Saved only plantations located in larger shoals, where frost does not form and the icy winds do not blow.
Lifeless, coffee plantations had to be plucked, but in its place not all farmers turned to planting new coffee trees. Many preferred soybeans, or corn.
Some even planted sugar cane and pasture.
Sacrilege! Sugarcane and pasture in one of the most fertile land in the world.
The result can be seen today in production statistics and the rural and urban landscape of the entire Paraná. The state lost, never to regain position as the largest producer of coffee. Worse, the overnight hundreds of thousands of rural workers lost jobs. The coffee is of the labors of the field that is more labor-intensive, unlike soy or livestock.
The evicted field became part of the "day laborers" in small towns, the slums in the medium and large.
Disinherited all equally lucky.
Right was the besieging of Bela Vista do Paraíso:
- Your servant has nothing sadder than a frosted plantation.
Ernesto Carvalho, broadcaster
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The cornerstone
Stories of Paraná - The cornerstone
The cornerstone
José Carlos Calvo
Remember that TV advertising of some throat lozenges that were the solution in the case of
"Rumrum catch the bug you?" The tablets such should not exist in the late 50s, hence
engineer Cassio Bittencourt de Macedo, sometime later president of the Institute of Engineering
Paraná, lived affected by hawking annoying and distracting, and it gave the "I cause" I'm here to recount,
told to me by the Cassio few years ago.
There by 1958, Cassius was Secretary of Transportation and Public Works in the government of Mr. Moses Lupion. Had passed much of the governmental period, many works were already completed and delivered, but the governor, packed with excitement, I wanted more! When there were only a few months to the end of his term, Lupion marked the laying of the cornerstone of one more achievement.
I do not remember now if it was a school or a hospital.
It was, in any case, the work of large.
Would be built in Londrina,
city that was rising to a great future, which was proved in the course of time.
On the appointed day, they were all around the ceremony, as commanded posted the best costume of the time.
There were many people, important people and representative of Londrina and region, some state authorities, school, etc..
As usual on such occasions, there were many speeches delivered in grandiloquent tone, followed by the inexorable palms palms palms and more.
Cassius was next to the Bishop Geraldo Fernandes, tempered man circumspect and prestige for personal value. The governor was speaking Lupion praising their own management did and, in the enthusiasm of the moment, which always gives a push in the most eloquent of politicians, purchased speech themed promise:
- Although the deadline for closing some of our management, we face this challenge with more energy and conclude this work.
We want to give it to this industrious community, before the end of our government, winning this race against time.
Just then, the "pet of the rumrum" caught Cassius affected the importunate pigar-ro. And he was right: next to the Bishop Geraldo, without knowing the true origin of that hawk, came a little more of him, looked at him with a look as soon as brejeiro and whispered "between his teeth," with one hand curved over her mouth, as if protecting the confidentiality, told him:
- Sincerely, Dr. Cassio ... ALSO I do not believe in this promise!
João Carlos Calvo, civil engineer
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The cornerstone
José Carlos Calvo
Remember that TV advertising of some throat lozenges that were the solution in the case of
"Rumrum catch the bug you?" The tablets such should not exist in the late 50s, hence
engineer Cassio Bittencourt de Macedo, sometime later president of the Institute of Engineering
Paraná, lived affected by hawking annoying and distracting, and it gave the "I cause" I'm here to recount,
told to me by the Cassio few years ago.
There by 1958, Cassius was Secretary of Transportation and Public Works in the government of Mr. Moses Lupion. Had passed much of the governmental period, many works were already completed and delivered, but the governor, packed with excitement, I wanted more! When there were only a few months to the end of his term, Lupion marked the laying of the cornerstone of one more achievement.
I do not remember now if it was a school or a hospital.
It was, in any case, the work of large.
Would be built in Londrina,
city that was rising to a great future, which was proved in the course of time.
On the appointed day, they were all around the ceremony, as commanded posted the best costume of the time.
There were many people, important people and representative of Londrina and region, some state authorities, school, etc..
As usual on such occasions, there were many speeches delivered in grandiloquent tone, followed by the inexorable palms palms palms and more.
Cassius was next to the Bishop Geraldo Fernandes, tempered man circumspect and prestige for personal value. The governor was speaking Lupion praising their own management did and, in the enthusiasm of the moment, which always gives a push in the most eloquent of politicians, purchased speech themed promise:
- Although the deadline for closing some of our management, we face this challenge with more energy and conclude this work.
We want to give it to this industrious community, before the end of our government, winning this race against time.
Just then, the "pet of the rumrum" caught Cassius affected the importunate pigar-ro. And he was right: next to the Bishop Geraldo, without knowing the true origin of that hawk, came a little more of him, looked at him with a look as soon as brejeiro and whispered "between his teeth," with one hand curved over her mouth, as if protecting the confidentiality, told him:
- Sincerely, Dr. Cassio ... ALSO I do not believe in this promise!
João Carlos Calvo, civil engineer
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The viuvinha the Crespim
Stories of Paraná - The viuvinha the Crespim
The viuvinha the Crespim
Dirceu Tides Souza
In the days that are still planted fennel in the kingdom of beds of cabbage - in 1841 - then existed in the village of Campo Largo a farm neatly groomed.
It was owned by a young couple, and Crespim Djanira, who kept on his farm several slaves, including two black very fond of their masters.
Everything worked in that place stricter patriarchal style.
An environment of respect and dignity that impressed his neighbors and especially their slaves. The nice couple betrayed a life in eternal honeymoon.
But one day, the stronger Urutago hooted and dragged her wings ominous in the shed ... Crespim became very ill.
A serious illness led him to the grave in a few days.
A sadness ... The neighbors were consoling Widow.
Rich and beautiful girl, should not be discouraged ... forget one day. Maybe one day ...
To endure the pangs of absence from her dead husband, the young Viuvinha called one abalisado master cabinetmaker
and asked him to carve the figure of Crespim wood. The artist worked to get the best possible likeness.
After all memoriado in all its details, presented the work completed.
Wore Crespim stick with the clothes of the deceased. The Widow and the maids turned that moment into a respectful ceremonial ...
The black said goodnight to the suh ... And Crespim was taken to the bedroom because it was night.
During the day came the Crespim to the places where people gathered and moved.
When asked for the house maids swept license:
- Excuse me, Sinhô, we sweep ... arredavam and the doll.
Occasionally, came to Widow:
- Crespim, the coppers are short, let's sell some kitties?
The Crespim, as always, remained impassive, silent as a whole.
- I know! You were always so ... when speech is not agreeing.
There went another cow, or two, to the butcher.
Happened to the butcher, a widower and unimpeded also dragged wings to the side of this and decided Viuvinha
shake it a green scarf.
It took a few days and the Widow reported they would hire maids to marry the butcher.
It was a scare in the two:
- Faith in the Cross! And Crespim suh? ...
Widow laugh:
- Their silly ...
On the day of the wedding contract, the Widow, euphoric, happy with the idea of remarriage, recommended that the slaves had much respect for the bridegroom to come visit her.
They grumbled if persignando.
In one day, amid the anxiety of the Widow and the opposition of the maids, the butcher came around bornido ...
The widow received him with exaggerated bows, making him sit on a chair in the room, while inside the house
listened to corrimaça of maids to drag the slippers and forth between grunts imperceptible ...
The nurse called them:
- You two! Make a coffee hot and strong and good in the room and bring it here ... for us ...
The maids replied in a tone of mockery:
- You can not make coffee, Sinha, has no wood! ...
Widow angry answered: Then burn the Crespim! ... Should be well dried ...
The maids were to the bedroom and grabbed the doll Crespim, dragged him out, they put her ax and shortly served coffee - hot and tight.
(To this day we still talk in Campo Largo when her husband dies and leaves young widow:
- "... That just sends burn Crespim! ..."
Dirceu Tides Souza, historian
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The viuvinha the Crespim
Dirceu Tides Souza
In the days that are still planted fennel in the kingdom of beds of cabbage - in 1841 - then existed in the village of Campo Largo a farm neatly groomed.
It was owned by a young couple, and Crespim Djanira, who kept on his farm several slaves, including two black very fond of their masters.
Everything worked in that place stricter patriarchal style.
An environment of respect and dignity that impressed his neighbors and especially their slaves. The nice couple betrayed a life in eternal honeymoon.
But one day, the stronger Urutago hooted and dragged her wings ominous in the shed ... Crespim became very ill.
A serious illness led him to the grave in a few days.
A sadness ... The neighbors were consoling Widow.
Rich and beautiful girl, should not be discouraged ... forget one day. Maybe one day ...
To endure the pangs of absence from her dead husband, the young Viuvinha called one abalisado master cabinetmaker
and asked him to carve the figure of Crespim wood. The artist worked to get the best possible likeness.
After all memoriado in all its details, presented the work completed.
Wore Crespim stick with the clothes of the deceased. The Widow and the maids turned that moment into a respectful ceremonial ...
The black said goodnight to the suh ... And Crespim was taken to the bedroom because it was night.
During the day came the Crespim to the places where people gathered and moved.
When asked for the house maids swept license:
- Excuse me, Sinhô, we sweep ... arredavam and the doll.
Occasionally, came to Widow:
- Crespim, the coppers are short, let's sell some kitties?
The Crespim, as always, remained impassive, silent as a whole.
- I know! You were always so ... when speech is not agreeing.
There went another cow, or two, to the butcher.
Happened to the butcher, a widower and unimpeded also dragged wings to the side of this and decided Viuvinha
shake it a green scarf.
It took a few days and the Widow reported they would hire maids to marry the butcher.
It was a scare in the two:
- Faith in the Cross! And Crespim suh? ...
Widow laugh:
- Their silly ...
On the day of the wedding contract, the Widow, euphoric, happy with the idea of remarriage, recommended that the slaves had much respect for the bridegroom to come visit her.
They grumbled if persignando.
In one day, amid the anxiety of the Widow and the opposition of the maids, the butcher came around bornido ...
The widow received him with exaggerated bows, making him sit on a chair in the room, while inside the house
listened to corrimaça of maids to drag the slippers and forth between grunts imperceptible ...
The nurse called them:
- You two! Make a coffee hot and strong and good in the room and bring it here ... for us ...
The maids replied in a tone of mockery:
- You can not make coffee, Sinha, has no wood! ...
Widow angry answered: Then burn the Crespim! ... Should be well dried ...
The maids were to the bedroom and grabbed the doll Crespim, dragged him out, they put her ax and shortly served coffee - hot and tight.
(To this day we still talk in Campo Largo when her husband dies and leaves young widow:
- "... That just sends burn Crespim! ..."
Dirceu Tides Souza, historian
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Plant nicknames (3)
Stories of Paraná - Plant nicknames (3)
Plant nicknames (3)
Geraldo Luiz Mazza
In Paranaguá would be perfectly possible, at least a few years ago, imagine a phonebook only with nicknames. And today, with the cultural changes operated, there is no longer, as before, that the speed of Corisco caricaturing people.
A softly complainer, good ball, a naked, just melts when an attacker on your team complains: "loose the ball, half Brahma!"
I remember a basketball game where the defender Elias selection of Ponta Grossa - agile and feline in rebounds, an almost bluish black, - did not stand up and lost control of the ball when dubbed "the gum Oz".
In 1950, angered by the passive (so I could see them) of younger staff, who did not care for the campaign that I will trigger the "Journal of Commerce" in defense of higher education in the city, criticized the involvement of all the disappointment regarded at Maracanã Brazilian team that lost in Uruguay.
One morning, under the ta-Mareira (the only one that I know of), the square Fernando Amaro, was a discussion on the subject, believing that with the defeat of Brazil and perhaps personal despressurizasse back to reality. And she, passionately, that tone when
Chiquito Loco noticed that my pants jean had successive vertical lines, and tascou: "There you go with those pants notebook language!"
An interesting passage was the photographer Sergio Matulevicius ugly head with that of immigrants, in charge of making the cover of the riot in the city because of a power outage. Sergio traveled with his legs tucked in play hard and train second class, absorbed by the mountain scenery, not realized that her legs went numb from lack of circulation.
Upon reaching the city, to reactivate the circulation, beating rhythmically with her feet on the floor and, with the "Roleiflex" strip lap, now, with that expression dazed, asking for information about the riot.
When he reached the second wheel was already stamped: it was the curious robot
Geraldo Luiz Mazza, parnaguara, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Plant nicknames (3)
Geraldo Luiz Mazza
In Paranaguá would be perfectly possible, at least a few years ago, imagine a phonebook only with nicknames. And today, with the cultural changes operated, there is no longer, as before, that the speed of Corisco caricaturing people.
A softly complainer, good ball, a naked, just melts when an attacker on your team complains: "loose the ball, half Brahma!"
I remember a basketball game where the defender Elias selection of Ponta Grossa - agile and feline in rebounds, an almost bluish black, - did not stand up and lost control of the ball when dubbed "the gum Oz".
In 1950, angered by the passive (so I could see them) of younger staff, who did not care for the campaign that I will trigger the "Journal of Commerce" in defense of higher education in the city, criticized the involvement of all the disappointment regarded at Maracanã Brazilian team that lost in Uruguay.
One morning, under the ta-Mareira (the only one that I know of), the square Fernando Amaro, was a discussion on the subject, believing that with the defeat of Brazil and perhaps personal despressurizasse back to reality. And she, passionately, that tone when
Chiquito Loco noticed that my pants jean had successive vertical lines, and tascou: "There you go with those pants notebook language!"
An interesting passage was the photographer Sergio Matulevicius ugly head with that of immigrants, in charge of making the cover of the riot in the city because of a power outage. Sergio traveled with his legs tucked in play hard and train second class, absorbed by the mountain scenery, not realized that her legs went numb from lack of circulation.
Upon reaching the city, to reactivate the circulation, beating rhythmically with her feet on the floor and, with the "Roleiflex" strip lap, now, with that expression dazed, asking for information about the riot.
When he reached the second wheel was already stamped: it was the curious robot
Geraldo Luiz Mazza, parnaguara, journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Parana - Londrina and traces
Stories of Parana - Londrina and traces
Londrina and traces
Olympio Luiz Westphalen
One night in the early days of the foundation of Londrina, early 30s, in the small village not sleep, though heavily silent and deserted.
In fact - according to the reports of Eugene Victor Larinoff, White Russian who was an employee of the company lands North of Paraná
- In reality, we said, the apparent peace poorly concealed tension that men and women lived that moment in most homes.
There are days when there was a rumor of a group of heavily armed gunmen, ready to invade the small town and orders to evict everyone there at any price, including the bullet if need be. At jagunçada be at the behest of a citizen who claimed ownership of lands and other adjacent Londrina. The citizen claimed to possess documents, deeds of those lands, and moreover was not much for conversation.
There was bewilderment among the English and their employees, most of them housed in House Seven, including Eugenio Larionoff because everyone knew the wonderful advocacy work performed by Antonio Moraes Barros, who assured the British group, led by Lord Lovat, the right liquid and unquestioned on lands acquired by the Government of Paraná.
But between the behest of reason and strength ... On the eve of that night confirmed the presence of gunmen on the roads of the woods near the small town of Londrina.
Employees of colorectal nizadora, in turn, also tried to reinforce security, putting men armed with face-Binas all around the house and the British administration in various strategic points on the roads of the town. The tension could be felt in the air. The clash with gunmen, were sure, was inevitable and would happen that night.
But he spent the night, dawn, night and next morning, and many others, and nothing happened. The jagunçada just vanished.
Only later it was learned pçrque the assault was not made. And a bizarre story, but true.
The individual who claimed to own the land, had appeared days before the office of Land Company, in São Paulo, displaying a seemingly genuine scripture that prove him to be the rightful owner of the entire area occupied by the Shareholders of Londrina.
Demanded the immediate withdrawal of the British and stipulated a deadline, after which would expel them by force - by the way, has sent his thugs to the region.
The Board of the Company, be judging this one claimant swindler, handed the case to a criminal lawyer.
This examined the deed presented, which seemed apparently faithful.
Then examined the log book in the office where the deed was drawn from the alleged owner, and the plot leapt easily to the eye.
And that all leaves of the record book had the same little hole opened by a drill, or traces, except in a vertical line
- Of course! Sheet containing the transcription of that writing.
How bookworms never make bends in their ways, the lawyer easily deduced that the authentic foil was removed and another logically false, cleverly inserted in its place.
Was so modest bookworm saved Londrina, allowing to continue on your way, taking in the reality of our times.
At least, that's how pioneers like Victor Larionoff tell this story.
Olympio Luiz Westphalen, a university professor in Londrina
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Londrina and traces
Olympio Luiz Westphalen
One night in the early days of the foundation of Londrina, early 30s, in the small village not sleep, though heavily silent and deserted.
In fact - according to the reports of Eugene Victor Larinoff, White Russian who was an employee of the company lands North of Paraná
- In reality, we said, the apparent peace poorly concealed tension that men and women lived that moment in most homes.
There are days when there was a rumor of a group of heavily armed gunmen, ready to invade the small town and orders to evict everyone there at any price, including the bullet if need be. At jagunçada be at the behest of a citizen who claimed ownership of lands and other adjacent Londrina. The citizen claimed to possess documents, deeds of those lands, and moreover was not much for conversation.
There was bewilderment among the English and their employees, most of them housed in House Seven, including Eugenio Larionoff because everyone knew the wonderful advocacy work performed by Antonio Moraes Barros, who assured the British group, led by Lord Lovat, the right liquid and unquestioned on lands acquired by the Government of Paraná.
But between the behest of reason and strength ... On the eve of that night confirmed the presence of gunmen on the roads of the woods near the small town of Londrina.
Employees of colorectal nizadora, in turn, also tried to reinforce security, putting men armed with face-Binas all around the house and the British administration in various strategic points on the roads of the town. The tension could be felt in the air. The clash with gunmen, were sure, was inevitable and would happen that night.
But he spent the night, dawn, night and next morning, and many others, and nothing happened. The jagunçada just vanished.
Only later it was learned pçrque the assault was not made. And a bizarre story, but true.
The individual who claimed to own the land, had appeared days before the office of Land Company, in São Paulo, displaying a seemingly genuine scripture that prove him to be the rightful owner of the entire area occupied by the Shareholders of Londrina.
Demanded the immediate withdrawal of the British and stipulated a deadline, after which would expel them by force - by the way, has sent his thugs to the region.
The Board of the Company, be judging this one claimant swindler, handed the case to a criminal lawyer.
This examined the deed presented, which seemed apparently faithful.
Then examined the log book in the office where the deed was drawn from the alleged owner, and the plot leapt easily to the eye.
And that all leaves of the record book had the same little hole opened by a drill, or traces, except in a vertical line
- Of course! Sheet containing the transcription of that writing.
How bookworms never make bends in their ways, the lawyer easily deduced that the authentic foil was removed and another logically false, cleverly inserted in its place.
Was so modest bookworm saved Londrina, allowing to continue on your way, taking in the reality of our times.
At least, that's how pioneers like Victor Larionoff tell this story.
Olympio Luiz Westphalen, a university professor in Londrina
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - How to plant a city
Stories of Paraná - How to plant a city
How to plant a city
Marcelo Oikawa
Tomotada Ikeda sailed from the port of Kobe in Japan for 19 years. Already on the trip realized that things were not going to be easy.
Had to do the cleaning of the third class, make time to study the Portuguese language and to find a way to
used to the weird western clothes: hat, shirt, pants.
But it would be worth it if I could just get rich and return home.
Santos arrived in the month of June 1927 and thought that the fires of June festivals were hailing the arrival of immigrants.
Was fulfilling a contract for a year and half as settler coffee in Ribeirão Preto. There, the boss was called king and never responded to greetings.
Came black car with driver, never looked at the sides.
After he moved to
Lins, where he discovered that the hard life of the settlement never save enough to buy land and always owes to the pa-Iran.
Also learned that camping in riverside caught up malady.
Lucky because survived.
Years later, joining all the savings, bought 30 acres in lkistos.
Later discovered that lerra was not good and lost all the money.
The year was 1931. I was almost giving up everything when he heard that a settler had 18,000 bushels in a place of Paraná, where no one had putted feet.
Tomotada thought that his last chance was there.
Decided to live a new adventure.
The first attempt to reach the place, stopped near Itajai, and had to return because of the Revolution 32. Lost a .38, confiscated. Do not give up, and months later returned to take possession of 32 acres.
Traveled by train, at the end of two days stopped in the woods.
Warned that it was Jatai.
Then traveled for two more hours and colonizing one passenger.
Was left in the middle of a bush closed.
Stood by its 32 acres. Not deterred by the smell because the land had was good.
He was 24 years old when he began to deforest their area.
Alone.
With the bitter experience of the malady, escaped the edge of the river and chose the top of a spike to live.
He built a hut with palm trunks and leaves.
Worked six months with a shotgun and a .38 on luggage.
Deforested five bushels.
Five thousand feet planted coffee. In the third year reaped their first harvest: 500 bags. The year was 1935.
I did not know, but there was beginning a city.
Tomotada Assaí founded and was one of the leaders in agricultural 60s earned the minimum price of cotton.
If he is alive, is 86 years old.
Marcelo Oikawa, Londrina is a journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
How to plant a city
Marcelo Oikawa
Tomotada Ikeda sailed from the port of Kobe in Japan for 19 years. Already on the trip realized that things were not going to be easy.
Had to do the cleaning of the third class, make time to study the Portuguese language and to find a way to
used to the weird western clothes: hat, shirt, pants.
But it would be worth it if I could just get rich and return home.
Santos arrived in the month of June 1927 and thought that the fires of June festivals were hailing the arrival of immigrants.
Was fulfilling a contract for a year and half as settler coffee in Ribeirão Preto. There, the boss was called king and never responded to greetings.
Came black car with driver, never looked at the sides.
After he moved to
Lins, where he discovered that the hard life of the settlement never save enough to buy land and always owes to the pa-Iran.
Also learned that camping in riverside caught up malady.
Lucky because survived.
Years later, joining all the savings, bought 30 acres in lkistos.
Later discovered that lerra was not good and lost all the money.
The year was 1931. I was almost giving up everything when he heard that a settler had 18,000 bushels in a place of Paraná, where no one had putted feet.
Tomotada thought that his last chance was there.
Decided to live a new adventure.
The first attempt to reach the place, stopped near Itajai, and had to return because of the Revolution 32. Lost a .38, confiscated. Do not give up, and months later returned to take possession of 32 acres.
Traveled by train, at the end of two days stopped in the woods.
Warned that it was Jatai.
Then traveled for two more hours and colonizing one passenger.
Was left in the middle of a bush closed.
Stood by its 32 acres. Not deterred by the smell because the land had was good.
He was 24 years old when he began to deforest their area.
Alone.
With the bitter experience of the malady, escaped the edge of the river and chose the top of a spike to live.
He built a hut with palm trunks and leaves.
Worked six months with a shotgun and a .38 on luggage.
Deforested five bushels.
Five thousand feet planted coffee. In the third year reaped their first harvest: 500 bags. The year was 1935.
I did not know, but there was beginning a city.
Tomotada Assaí founded and was one of the leaders in agricultural 60s earned the minimum price of cotton.
If he is alive, is 86 years old.
Marcelo Oikawa, Londrina is a journalist
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Getúlio and attorney
Stories of Paraná - Getúlio and attorney
Vargas and the lawyer
Joshua Fernandes Corrêa
In the throes of the Government led by Washington Luis (1927-1930), many atrocities were committed in order to halt the Liberal Alliance, headed by Getúlio Vargas.
Prudentópolis, at that time still living the last vestiges of the golden age of the maté, also watched the heated battle between the GOP Paranaense, headed by then-Mayor Dr. John Fleury da Rocha, and the hosts getulistas, who had the couple talented young lawyers Sagy Naked and Walkyria Moreira da Silva Naked its top leaders.
Dr. Walkyria polyglot, daughter of Antonio Paulo Moreira da Silva, first-time Republican and signer of the Constitution of 1891, although he resided in Prudentópolis kept strong ties to São Paulo, where he held the presidency of the "Paulista League Women for Progress" and "Woman Suffrage Alliance Paulista", also part of the "Triumvirate Brazilian Women Illustrated" and "Universal League for the Advancement Female American and European." It was therefore unquestionably a woman ahead of her time.
When they began to crumble the Old Republic, imported from the Rio de Janeiro such a Peter Pierre, who called himself "Detective" and that he came to Prudentópolis, assuming the Police Station, to "put things in order." His first target was the couple of bachelors who, in his thirties, promoted public meetings and darted fiery speeches, followed and applauded by most young people of the small town.
On one occasion, however, it was absent Sagy Naked City, coming to Curitiba, the snitch, giving proof of his authority, arrested Dr. Walkyria, leaving it incommunicado.
Alerted by telegraph, Sagy got a car and returned to Prudentópolis, reaching almost a day later, but driving up immediately to the Police Station.
Ali, after violent argument, Sagy decided to free his wife on their own, taking her by the hands and looking for the exit, at which Peter Pierre, seconded by Amancio cable and other po-liciais, fired their weapons without any pity.
Sagy cowardly killed and his wife injured, the body was still in the first few hours in front of the police station, under heavy rain, until some aüancistas, overcoming fear, come to the site and to ensure carregassem.
A few weeks later, knocked Washington Luís, assumed a Provisional Government.
Vargas, the top leader, was already in Ponta Grossa, waiting for the moment to take the reins of power.
It was then, according to the witness Pontagrossense Cesar Ribas da Silva, in testimony on the Revolution 30, which Getúlio Vargas, this deponent, then-Col.
Tourinho Pliny and others, turned to the young and bland follower, still amargava the brutal death of her husband telling him:
- Dr. Walkyria, Inter-ventoria Paraná is yours.
Is in your hands.
In response, Walkyria demurred, but asked that Vargas was appointed Public Prosecutor to punish those who killed Sagy. Warlord of the pampas, hearing it, would have answered:
- Consider sworn!
And, in sequence, addressing
Pliny sent this to warn his brother Mario Tourinho, the Army Reserve, so that it assumed the post of intervenor.
The lawyer and feminist leader who could have changed the course of history of Paraná, as head of the state government, became, however, an early Promoting Justice of the country.
Joshua Correa Fernandes, former mayor of Prudentópolis is retired Judge
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Vargas and the lawyer
Joshua Fernandes Corrêa
In the throes of the Government led by Washington Luis (1927-1930), many atrocities were committed in order to halt the Liberal Alliance, headed by Getúlio Vargas.
Prudentópolis, at that time still living the last vestiges of the golden age of the maté, also watched the heated battle between the GOP Paranaense, headed by then-Mayor Dr. John Fleury da Rocha, and the hosts getulistas, who had the couple talented young lawyers Sagy Naked and Walkyria Moreira da Silva Naked its top leaders.
Dr. Walkyria polyglot, daughter of Antonio Paulo Moreira da Silva, first-time Republican and signer of the Constitution of 1891, although he resided in Prudentópolis kept strong ties to São Paulo, where he held the presidency of the "Paulista League Women for Progress" and "Woman Suffrage Alliance Paulista", also part of the "Triumvirate Brazilian Women Illustrated" and "Universal League for the Advancement Female American and European." It was therefore unquestionably a woman ahead of her time.
When they began to crumble the Old Republic, imported from the Rio de Janeiro such a Peter Pierre, who called himself "Detective" and that he came to Prudentópolis, assuming the Police Station, to "put things in order." His first target was the couple of bachelors who, in his thirties, promoted public meetings and darted fiery speeches, followed and applauded by most young people of the small town.
On one occasion, however, it was absent Sagy Naked City, coming to Curitiba, the snitch, giving proof of his authority, arrested Dr. Walkyria, leaving it incommunicado.
Alerted by telegraph, Sagy got a car and returned to Prudentópolis, reaching almost a day later, but driving up immediately to the Police Station.
Ali, after violent argument, Sagy decided to free his wife on their own, taking her by the hands and looking for the exit, at which Peter Pierre, seconded by Amancio cable and other po-liciais, fired their weapons without any pity.
Sagy cowardly killed and his wife injured, the body was still in the first few hours in front of the police station, under heavy rain, until some aüancistas, overcoming fear, come to the site and to ensure carregassem.
A few weeks later, knocked Washington Luís, assumed a Provisional Government.
Vargas, the top leader, was already in Ponta Grossa, waiting for the moment to take the reins of power.
It was then, according to the witness Pontagrossense Cesar Ribas da Silva, in testimony on the Revolution 30, which Getúlio Vargas, this deponent, then-Col.
Tourinho Pliny and others, turned to the young and bland follower, still amargava the brutal death of her husband telling him:
- Dr. Walkyria, Inter-ventoria Paraná is yours.
Is in your hands.
In response, Walkyria demurred, but asked that Vargas was appointed Public Prosecutor to punish those who killed Sagy. Warlord of the pampas, hearing it, would have answered:
- Consider sworn!
And, in sequence, addressing
Pliny sent this to warn his brother Mario Tourinho, the Army Reserve, so that it assumed the post of intervenor.
The lawyer and feminist leader who could have changed the course of history of Paraná, as head of the state government, became, however, an early Promoting Justice of the country.
Joshua Correa Fernandes, former mayor of Prudentópolis is retired Judge
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Poles in Paraná
Stories of Paraná - Poles in Paraná
Poles in Paraná
Maria do Carmo R. Krieger Goulart
The "land of Paraná all nations" - also the name of a show created by journalist and composer Paulo Fortes Adherbal Vitola - received from the last century, people from different ethnic backgrounds as Germans, Italians, Japanese, Ukrainian, Spanish , Dutch and of course, the Poles, who lived moments eternalized his career on Brazilian soil.
The first wave of Polish immigrants arrived in southern Brazil cm 1869. Legend, however, that by his will they disembark away from here.
According to oral history, the Poles longed to reach the city of San Francisco, in the United States.
Eventually landing in another San Francisco: the South Harbour on the north coast of Santa Catarina.
How did they know English as much of Portuguese, it seems they were only notice the difference a few months later, when some families decided to move to Mexico, "near here."
Stories, and humor aside, the fact is that large differences not only of geographical location, iri-am permeate the lives of these citizens, starting with a crucial detail: how immigrants were spontaneous, the Government of His Imperial Majesty had not compared many obligations to them as those assumed, for example, near the German-immigrant invited to populate the newly founded colonies in Brazil.
For starters, the Poles were installed in the then Colony Prince Dom Pedro, near Cologne Itajahy in Vale do Itajai-Mirim, in Santa Catarina, future site of the city of Brusque.
Were infertile land on hillsides, and the Poles were all farmers.
After two years of unsuccessful attempts to take some of that land livelihood, decided to drop everything and transmigrate Curitiba, contrary to orders of His Imperial Highness Dom Pedro, who regarded them as well installed in the region as the settlers of German origin, these on their Most artisans.
Enter the scene then Father Anthony Zielinski, vicar of the Parish of St. Peter the Apostle Gaspar, Gaspar, a city near Brusque, and Edmundo Saporski, residing in the same parish.
Both worked the idea of bringing Polish countrymen here and tried with those who were already coming.
Reaching out, amid setbacks official transmigration first brought the men who came - gasp! - Walk, followed by women and children, such a port-a-path-to for (Itajaí-Antonina) and carts.
In Curitiba rocio Pilarzinho the Poles completed its trajectory immigrants transmigrants, there settling definitively (a century later, in the same neighborhood Pilarzinho live one of his most illustrious descendants, the poet Paul Leminski). Faced, however, the same difficulties regarding lots, housing and food, compounded by the lack of a shelter for them, as Saporski promised, prompting the Ministry of Agriculture to telegraph in 01.11.1871, the Government of Province of Paraná on the situation of Polish settlers, asking whether it was true that "they went begging and they had to occupy." Poles required lots of land to the City of Curitiba and from 1873 began his requests to be met.
In the following decades, waves and more waves of Polish immigrants and their descendants constituted one of the main ethnic groups of Paraná. Came here for freedom and bringing love ancient culture of a people.
Here they built a new home. The saga of the pioneers, however, still prominent in this Paraná many flags.
Maria do Carmo K Krieger Goulart, historian
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Poles in Paraná
Maria do Carmo R. Krieger Goulart
The "land of Paraná all nations" - also the name of a show created by journalist and composer Paulo Fortes Adherbal Vitola - received from the last century, people from different ethnic backgrounds as Germans, Italians, Japanese, Ukrainian, Spanish , Dutch and of course, the Poles, who lived moments eternalized his career on Brazilian soil.
The first wave of Polish immigrants arrived in southern Brazil cm 1869. Legend, however, that by his will they disembark away from here.
According to oral history, the Poles longed to reach the city of San Francisco, in the United States.
Eventually landing in another San Francisco: the South Harbour on the north coast of Santa Catarina.
How did they know English as much of Portuguese, it seems they were only notice the difference a few months later, when some families decided to move to Mexico, "near here."
Stories, and humor aside, the fact is that large differences not only of geographical location, iri-am permeate the lives of these citizens, starting with a crucial detail: how immigrants were spontaneous, the Government of His Imperial Majesty had not compared many obligations to them as those assumed, for example, near the German-immigrant invited to populate the newly founded colonies in Brazil.
For starters, the Poles were installed in the then Colony Prince Dom Pedro, near Cologne Itajahy in Vale do Itajai-Mirim, in Santa Catarina, future site of the city of Brusque.
Were infertile land on hillsides, and the Poles were all farmers.
After two years of unsuccessful attempts to take some of that land livelihood, decided to drop everything and transmigrate Curitiba, contrary to orders of His Imperial Highness Dom Pedro, who regarded them as well installed in the region as the settlers of German origin, these on their Most artisans.
Enter the scene then Father Anthony Zielinski, vicar of the Parish of St. Peter the Apostle Gaspar, Gaspar, a city near Brusque, and Edmundo Saporski, residing in the same parish.
Both worked the idea of bringing Polish countrymen here and tried with those who were already coming.
Reaching out, amid setbacks official transmigration first brought the men who came - gasp! - Walk, followed by women and children, such a port-a-path-to for (Itajaí-Antonina) and carts.
In Curitiba rocio Pilarzinho the Poles completed its trajectory immigrants transmigrants, there settling definitively (a century later, in the same neighborhood Pilarzinho live one of his most illustrious descendants, the poet Paul Leminski). Faced, however, the same difficulties regarding lots, housing and food, compounded by the lack of a shelter for them, as Saporski promised, prompting the Ministry of Agriculture to telegraph in 01.11.1871, the Government of Province of Paraná on the situation of Polish settlers, asking whether it was true that "they went begging and they had to occupy." Poles required lots of land to the City of Curitiba and from 1873 began his requests to be met.
In the following decades, waves and more waves of Polish immigrants and their descendants constituted one of the main ethnic groups of Paraná. Came here for freedom and bringing love ancient culture of a people.
Here they built a new home. The saga of the pioneers, however, still prominent in this Paraná many flags.
Maria do Carmo K Krieger Goulart, historian
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The cup olive oil
Stories of Paraná - The cup olive oil
The cup olive oil
Lauro Grein Son
Convinced and assumed a good leather doctor, backed by a course winner and a specialization in "Miguel Couto," Rio, excited and motivated by all the illusions that envaidecem the years of youth, Castro began the first steps of the journey.
Had no more than a week in the city, unaware that both me as I wanted to win it, when I received the call around eleven at night.
Came with the taxi, leaving the driver the task only lead me, knowing nothing about the patient, the case, the occurrence.
Only the name and address of the person, known and distinguished person in the square.
Arriving at the house, joined her firm and strong, has the truth, science and everything.
In the bedroom and a queen size bed, a boy of four years whimpered his pain to the audience of seven adults and three minors. And the Syrians proverbial solidarity in health woes. Not missing, because relatives and friends, a whole clan, world joined together in the same concern, united in regret, suffered the same sorrow.
My presence, the kid crying increased in pitch and intensity.
They explained to me then that had fallen from the table and hurt his arm.
After some effort I could finally calm him down, putting him docile and friend in my hands. Careful examination did not reveal the specific signs, no evidence of fracture or dislocation.
I tried, therefore, to allay the environment, explaining the mercy of a single injury, not serious and unimportant, trivial thing, spontaneous recovery within hours. The confirm my words, the boy, now redone physician and fright, rehearsing some smiles to the audience at this point tranquilized.
Readied myself momentarily to exit, right mission closed and well met, when a voice boomed authoritative by the four corners of the room: - "But then, doctor,
Mr. will not do anything? "was a fat lady, elderly and readily, maternal grandmother of the boy.
- Madam, as I
said ...
- Look, doctor, this is good for rubbing hot oil.
Let the children respond.
- And as I aturdia in surprise and indecision, devoted creature went resolutely to the kitchen, bringing there, quick and triumphant an obnoxious cup olive oil warm.
For me not alter the inconvenience and rudeness, plunged boldly fingers in ointments-to repulsive enlambuzar passing him the boy's arm.
The scene lasted about five minutes, the minimum necessary for contentment and approval of all general house.
Expensive price in exchange image preserved, sympathy conquered, grasped the lesson.
I washed my hands to get rid of fat uncomfortable hearing the grateful father appealed the sentence that would accompany me apart from works: "For now thank you after we fixed." Kindly was saying goodbye, one by one, glimpsing the clarity of the evidence faces that left the field safely.
The enlightened lady deserved a comfortable hug, that kiss did not occur haphazardly in the past.
Appearances, resguardei them as it should. The truth, however, is that in that house and that night, left arm innocent kid that dark part of my illusions, as much of my pride of my convictions and a piece of myself.
Many, many times since, along the inland clinic, the experience would lead me to better living with such ways, admitting them in the name of a culture authentically ours, created and packaged in the world of our grandparents simpleton.
But the first confrontation was too unforgiving for me to forget it easily.
Lauro Grein Son, and president of the Medical Center of Arts of Paraná
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The cup olive oil
Lauro Grein Son
Convinced and assumed a good leather doctor, backed by a course winner and a specialization in "Miguel Couto," Rio, excited and motivated by all the illusions that envaidecem the years of youth, Castro began the first steps of the journey.
Had no more than a week in the city, unaware that both me as I wanted to win it, when I received the call around eleven at night.
Came with the taxi, leaving the driver the task only lead me, knowing nothing about the patient, the case, the occurrence.
Only the name and address of the person, known and distinguished person in the square.
Arriving at the house, joined her firm and strong, has the truth, science and everything.
In the bedroom and a queen size bed, a boy of four years whimpered his pain to the audience of seven adults and three minors. And the Syrians proverbial solidarity in health woes. Not missing, because relatives and friends, a whole clan, world joined together in the same concern, united in regret, suffered the same sorrow.
My presence, the kid crying increased in pitch and intensity.
They explained to me then that had fallen from the table and hurt his arm.
After some effort I could finally calm him down, putting him docile and friend in my hands. Careful examination did not reveal the specific signs, no evidence of fracture or dislocation.
I tried, therefore, to allay the environment, explaining the mercy of a single injury, not serious and unimportant, trivial thing, spontaneous recovery within hours. The confirm my words, the boy, now redone physician and fright, rehearsing some smiles to the audience at this point tranquilized.
Readied myself momentarily to exit, right mission closed and well met, when a voice boomed authoritative by the four corners of the room: - "But then, doctor,
Mr. will not do anything? "was a fat lady, elderly and readily, maternal grandmother of the boy.
- Madam, as I
said ...
- Look, doctor, this is good for rubbing hot oil.
Let the children respond.
- And as I aturdia in surprise and indecision, devoted creature went resolutely to the kitchen, bringing there, quick and triumphant an obnoxious cup olive oil warm.
For me not alter the inconvenience and rudeness, plunged boldly fingers in ointments-to repulsive enlambuzar passing him the boy's arm.
The scene lasted about five minutes, the minimum necessary for contentment and approval of all general house.
Expensive price in exchange image preserved, sympathy conquered, grasped the lesson.
I washed my hands to get rid of fat uncomfortable hearing the grateful father appealed the sentence that would accompany me apart from works: "For now thank you after we fixed." Kindly was saying goodbye, one by one, glimpsing the clarity of the evidence faces that left the field safely.
The enlightened lady deserved a comfortable hug, that kiss did not occur haphazardly in the past.
Appearances, resguardei them as it should. The truth, however, is that in that house and that night, left arm innocent kid that dark part of my illusions, as much of my pride of my convictions and a piece of myself.
Many, many times since, along the inland clinic, the experience would lead me to better living with such ways, admitting them in the name of a culture authentically ours, created and packaged in the world of our grandparents simpleton.
But the first confrontation was too unforgiving for me to forget it easily.
Lauro Grein Son, and president of the Medical Center of Arts of Paraná
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Promise fulfilled
Stories of Paraná - Promise fulfilled
Promise fulfilled
Tulio Vargas
My paternal grandfather, Jorge de (Miveira Vargas, born in Lapa, PR, lilho a drover, at that time,
fulfilled the itinerary Cruz Alta, Rio Grande do Sul, the Fair ile Sorocaba, São Paulo.
Not inherited the father's nomadic vocation.
Since small expressed artistic taste and literary skills.
Became more larde, president of Instructional and Benevolent Association of Artists and Workers that city.
Enthralled by the agitation of the verb torrential democratic Senator gaucho Silveira Martins, leaned politically by Party
Liberal. And lived contradicted by episodes marked the beginning of the Republic, when he saw the state government dislodged Generoso Marques ilos Santos, undisputed boss of his new party, the Republican Union.
When they arrived at the first news of Paraná skirmishes led by Gumercindo Saraiva, on the banks of the stream Salsinho, Uncle Rio Grande do Sul, Paraná excited the feds up, foreshadowing the moment of revenge. 1893/94. It would be the reckoning of maragatos.
In Lapa, the old liberals conspired.
With the approach of the forces Gumercindo and the imminence of the Siege, city officials determined the arrest of political opponents, subject to execution.
Warned in time, my grandfather fled riding at dawn toward Castro.
Was initially fugitive on the farm Boa Vista, Dona Mariana Marques Madureira.
With the short field of unruly enjoyed some freedom, but when fortune changed the course of the Revolution, he was forced to take refuge in the "Farm", Pirai, protected family Gonçalves Martins.
Feel the flesh the consequences of the fratricidal conflict that bloodied the forums pacifist state.
Their hideout, a well off the back of extensive rural property, well away from the legalistic harassment patrols sweeping the backcountry.
Seemed safe haven, although unhealthy and lonely.
Joaquim, one of the little black servants, brought him food every day, breaking the surveillance of the police station that sought in vain to find it.
He promised my grandfather that if one day he saw that free persecution and survived the vengeance of the victors, would give sustenance for life.
Feared sticking, if it were caught.
The dust settled revolutionary and decreed amnesty, he was gradually rejoining society.
Recovered the power of influence and was elected chamberlain in 1908, having served in place, the mayor of Pirai. On the cultural, tradition says was one of the founders of the first theater of the city, the Teatro Sideria.
Tuned to the memory of events that left him scarred, old promise fulfilled.
For many years, while he lived, was seen Joaquim bellied, as everyone called her, as an adult, to stock up royally at Casa Vargas, under the grateful look of the old merchant, who was honored pact until my grandfather's death in 1914 .
Tulio Vargas, former congressman, a member of the Academy of Arts of Paraná.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Promise fulfilled
Tulio Vargas
My paternal grandfather, Jorge de (Miveira Vargas, born in Lapa, PR, lilho a drover, at that time,
fulfilled the itinerary Cruz Alta, Rio Grande do Sul, the Fair ile Sorocaba, São Paulo.
Not inherited the father's nomadic vocation.
Since small expressed artistic taste and literary skills.
Became more larde, president of Instructional and Benevolent Association of Artists and Workers that city.
Enthralled by the agitation of the verb torrential democratic Senator gaucho Silveira Martins, leaned politically by Party
Liberal. And lived contradicted by episodes marked the beginning of the Republic, when he saw the state government dislodged Generoso Marques ilos Santos, undisputed boss of his new party, the Republican Union.
When they arrived at the first news of Paraná skirmishes led by Gumercindo Saraiva, on the banks of the stream Salsinho, Uncle Rio Grande do Sul, Paraná excited the feds up, foreshadowing the moment of revenge. 1893/94. It would be the reckoning of maragatos.
In Lapa, the old liberals conspired.
With the approach of the forces Gumercindo and the imminence of the Siege, city officials determined the arrest of political opponents, subject to execution.
Warned in time, my grandfather fled riding at dawn toward Castro.
Was initially fugitive on the farm Boa Vista, Dona Mariana Marques Madureira.
With the short field of unruly enjoyed some freedom, but when fortune changed the course of the Revolution, he was forced to take refuge in the "Farm", Pirai, protected family Gonçalves Martins.
Feel the flesh the consequences of the fratricidal conflict that bloodied the forums pacifist state.
Their hideout, a well off the back of extensive rural property, well away from the legalistic harassment patrols sweeping the backcountry.
Seemed safe haven, although unhealthy and lonely.
Joaquim, one of the little black servants, brought him food every day, breaking the surveillance of the police station that sought in vain to find it.
He promised my grandfather that if one day he saw that free persecution and survived the vengeance of the victors, would give sustenance for life.
Feared sticking, if it were caught.
The dust settled revolutionary and decreed amnesty, he was gradually rejoining society.
Recovered the power of influence and was elected chamberlain in 1908, having served in place, the mayor of Pirai. On the cultural, tradition says was one of the founders of the first theater of the city, the Teatro Sideria.
Tuned to the memory of events that left him scarred, old promise fulfilled.
For many years, while he lived, was seen Joaquim bellied, as everyone called her, as an adult, to stock up royally at Casa Vargas, under the grateful look of the old merchant, who was honored pact until my grandfather's death in 1914 .
Tulio Vargas, former congressman, a member of the Academy of Arts of Paraná.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - May Day
Stories of Paraná - May Day
May Day
Nilson Monteiro
Bernardo's eyes swim, reds, peacock bass waters, tilapia, catfish, minnows frightened. The voice exchange mouth quitter. The stench of smoke and cachaça es-parrama up. "This business is earth shattering notice.
In this land covered water, a lot of sweat was toppled, there was much bloodshed, too son father created in the hoe, family, grandchildren. Right so suddenly we forget ... "
"He took pity, right buddy? Because this terrace Purple was the best of this world.
Was to plant and give.
Remember the sea of soybeans that had down there? You did not see that many families were then carpiram waters? "
"And the coffee? Did not you remember that faced each foot until frost mad?"
"To the church of Vila Nova was underwater.
Nobody respected more. And then comes these young men, the genhero company, and says that the earth does not GUENTA the weight of all agüona and so shakes everything.
I know not.
For me, who does well to get paid well. And who does evil ... "
Eyes wander: wrinkles the church walls, holes in the walls of the gym, color faint afternoon, bitches accompanying shrieks in the wagon warm day.
Eyes May Day, where even the soul is soiled by purple volcanic earth. "What we do with the callous hands, no money to pay.
Inda over the pittance they paid for the land. "" Many people quit the house crying, not wanting or taking what men wanted the company to pay. "
"But I heard a zuns zuns the coarse-owners of the farms there the road received a hefty great that the government expropriated and paid the money tubes pros shark".
"We had not even left for big money.
That German barsa, which crossed the conveyances, sullen about not leaving.
How is that man would stay on top of this big world of water, my God in heaven? "" This warning is from heaven.
My 75 year old eyes had not seen.
Nobody heard the story of Minas Gerais, where the water instead of down the hill, okay rising? Says that there are many good people killed, farmer, worker.
Have you ever seen the water rising hill, the God of heaven? "" Just yesterday, I thought the world was going to end up with those estoro.
Today, many people at Mass was not afraid of the bell plummet.
Began that shakes the earth ... At home there was a pitcher full. The mistress okay with those Paura.
The children all dead. "
Bernardo asks Americo's knife, rusty.
Get a "paieiro" bring back and lunging, swallows the words. "God quemelivre but are killed in this land, who lived here, who suffered here, that opened all this picadão giving blow on a knife's edge, so that doing all this clatter.
I think for them this business of filling water what they sweated to fix, for sowing, is to do evil, God quemelivre! And you pay evil with evil, God quemelivre! "
The dam grimy with his bulk liquid bury.
In the pub, the rest of the conversation is drowned in one gulp.
Nilson Monteiro is a journalist and writer.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
May Day
Nilson Monteiro
Bernardo's eyes swim, reds, peacock bass waters, tilapia, catfish, minnows frightened. The voice exchange mouth quitter. The stench of smoke and cachaça es-parrama up. "This business is earth shattering notice.
In this land covered water, a lot of sweat was toppled, there was much bloodshed, too son father created in the hoe, family, grandchildren. Right so suddenly we forget ... "
"He took pity, right buddy? Because this terrace Purple was the best of this world.
Was to plant and give.
Remember the sea of soybeans that had down there? You did not see that many families were then carpiram waters? "
"And the coffee? Did not you remember that faced each foot until frost mad?"
"To the church of Vila Nova was underwater.
Nobody respected more. And then comes these young men, the genhero company, and says that the earth does not GUENTA the weight of all agüona and so shakes everything.
I know not.
For me, who does well to get paid well. And who does evil ... "
Eyes wander: wrinkles the church walls, holes in the walls of the gym, color faint afternoon, bitches accompanying shrieks in the wagon warm day.
Eyes May Day, where even the soul is soiled by purple volcanic earth. "What we do with the callous hands, no money to pay.
Inda over the pittance they paid for the land. "" Many people quit the house crying, not wanting or taking what men wanted the company to pay. "
"But I heard a zuns zuns the coarse-owners of the farms there the road received a hefty great that the government expropriated and paid the money tubes pros shark".
"We had not even left for big money.
That German barsa, which crossed the conveyances, sullen about not leaving.
How is that man would stay on top of this big world of water, my God in heaven? "" This warning is from heaven.
My 75 year old eyes had not seen.
Nobody heard the story of Minas Gerais, where the water instead of down the hill, okay rising? Says that there are many good people killed, farmer, worker.
Have you ever seen the water rising hill, the God of heaven? "" Just yesterday, I thought the world was going to end up with those estoro.
Today, many people at Mass was not afraid of the bell plummet.
Began that shakes the earth ... At home there was a pitcher full. The mistress okay with those Paura.
The children all dead. "
Bernardo asks Americo's knife, rusty.
Get a "paieiro" bring back and lunging, swallows the words. "God quemelivre but are killed in this land, who lived here, who suffered here, that opened all this picadão giving blow on a knife's edge, so that doing all this clatter.
I think for them this business of filling water what they sweated to fix, for sowing, is to do evil, God quemelivre! And you pay evil with evil, God quemelivre! "
The dam grimy with his bulk liquid bury.
In the pub, the rest of the conversation is drowned in one gulp.
Nilson Monteiro is a journalist and writer.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The intervenor and speech
Stories of Paraná - The intervenor and speech
The intervenor and speech
Celso Antonio Rossi
In the early '40s, the Paraná was ruled by a Interventor, name given to the leaders of the States appointed by the dictator Getúlio Vargas, in the period of the "New State". Manoel Ribas was his name.
Good and simple man, he was known as "Maneco Machete" because, they said, where he spent "cut" irregularities and wasteful expenditure.
At the same time, he was mayor dejacarezinho Dr. John Aguiar, agronomist respected by all because of his integrity and the love he had for the city that ran.
I ile Manoel Ribas and maintained a solid friendship, which enabled the constant presence of the state in Interventor small country town.
For it was even with the strong support of Manoel Ribas and the extraordinary vision of John Aguiar Jacarézinho had the privilege of being the first city in Paraná (maybe even Brazil) to have their exposure Thursday, those that now exist in profusion the country helping with agriculture, livestock, commerce and industry.
This first (and only) exposure took place Monday in 1941, a continuation of the old Negro River Street (now Rosário Street), near the place that later became known as Vila Ema.
Manoel Ribas and John Aguiar together, untied the ribbon and opened with a huge crowd for the time, toured the sheds visiting all facilities, hearing each exhibitor a bit of its history.
A tiring day, but that could not be avoided.
After all, the night comes and comforting dinner awaits the illustrious visitor, already worried about the long and tiring journey by dirt road that awaited him, lost a bit of the mood of the day.
End of dinner, and with unfailing coffee being served, Manoel Ribas surreptitiously strip "pocket" and certainly watch calculates the time you come to the state capital. Have not disguise a certain air of impatience, even boredom.
It, right next to a local political leader rises with a tome of sheets of paper in hand, scaring the Interventor that covertly asks:
- What's this, my
friend?
- And speaking of thanks that'll do, Excellence.
Manoel Ribas feel that this is the moment, torn between doing or not doing, resolutely hands of the speaker starts the dozens of sheets composing the speech and embracing him said, in a voice volume heard by those who were closest:
- Well, my friend, do not worry, I even read the speech on the return trip! ...
Celso Antonio Rossi's lawyer, Dean of the Faculty of Law of the State Pioneer North in Jacarézinho.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The intervenor and speech
Celso Antonio Rossi
In the early '40s, the Paraná was ruled by a Interventor, name given to the leaders of the States appointed by the dictator Getúlio Vargas, in the period of the "New State". Manoel Ribas was his name.
Good and simple man, he was known as "Maneco Machete" because, they said, where he spent "cut" irregularities and wasteful expenditure.
At the same time, he was mayor dejacarezinho Dr. John Aguiar, agronomist respected by all because of his integrity and the love he had for the city that ran.
I ile Manoel Ribas and maintained a solid friendship, which enabled the constant presence of the state in Interventor small country town.
For it was even with the strong support of Manoel Ribas and the extraordinary vision of John Aguiar Jacarézinho had the privilege of being the first city in Paraná (maybe even Brazil) to have their exposure Thursday, those that now exist in profusion the country helping with agriculture, livestock, commerce and industry.
This first (and only) exposure took place Monday in 1941, a continuation of the old Negro River Street (now Rosário Street), near the place that later became known as Vila Ema.
Manoel Ribas and John Aguiar together, untied the ribbon and opened with a huge crowd for the time, toured the sheds visiting all facilities, hearing each exhibitor a bit of its history.
A tiring day, but that could not be avoided.
After all, the night comes and comforting dinner awaits the illustrious visitor, already worried about the long and tiring journey by dirt road that awaited him, lost a bit of the mood of the day.
End of dinner, and with unfailing coffee being served, Manoel Ribas surreptitiously strip "pocket" and certainly watch calculates the time you come to the state capital. Have not disguise a certain air of impatience, even boredom.
It, right next to a local political leader rises with a tome of sheets of paper in hand, scaring the Interventor that covertly asks:
- What's this, my
friend?
- And speaking of thanks that'll do, Excellence.
Manoel Ribas feel that this is the moment, torn between doing or not doing, resolutely hands of the speaker starts the dozens of sheets composing the speech and embracing him said, in a voice volume heard by those who were closest:
- Well, my friend, do not worry, I even read the speech on the return trip! ...
Celso Antonio Rossi's lawyer, Dean of the Faculty of Law of the State Pioneer North in Jacarézinho.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Sixteen baptized
Stories of Paraná - Sixteen baptized
Sixteen baptized
Flora Muñoz Rocha
This is the story of a wily conman daring audacity unprecedented.
The man had the nerve to baptize the child sixteen times.
Truth. No exaggeration - sixteen times.
Every time I had just the money at home, he did not put doubt left behind a godfather of possessions and have marked new church in a new baptized.
Succeeded engineers, lawyers, people who had nothing silly.
Godmother had not, it was always Mary.
He knew that woman smiting things and end up discovering.
We know it is the custom among the humblest class, the groomsmen dress in his godson's christening day.
But Godfather, as most important, have less time to worry about enxovalzinho then were giving money, which was what the boy's father wanted.
Pocketing the money resumed following the trajectory of the baptized. Have not felt more embarrassment.
However, his reasoning did not cover all cases. Only in the Savings and he had three compadres, will talk, talk comes, the boy's godparents certified sham - my husband, Jofre Cabral, and if I'm not mistaken, the third was the Orlando Loyola.
Jofre was the most felt cheated.
He, with his peculiar enthusiasm, could not do anything halfway, and besides money for the white gown, the boy's neck hung a gold chain with medal of St. Jude opened savings accounts and the day to lead them in his beautiful car to church Santa Felicidade, because of the promise that the rogue guaranteed to have made at the birth of the boy.
His swindle deserved serious concealer, and when accused of committing a sacrilege, arms hanging to the side was left with a crying face totally ridiculous, justifying: "I do not see gravity about it, the more my child is baptized, the better for him , it becomes a child of God. "
I remember that when I heard this story, I remembered one very similar in our house when we were kids and one of my brothers, who had the nickname Pedro Malazarte, made first communion four times.
He was taken from Breca and kept getting asked to leave colleges of priest and every time he changed boarding, claimed never to have made their first communion because candy, candle in hand, the day off.
I think that's why I listened without surprise the story of sixteen baptized.
Flora Muñoz Rocha, former first lady of the state, is chronicler.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Sixteen baptized
Flora Muñoz Rocha
This is the story of a wily conman daring audacity unprecedented.
The man had the nerve to baptize the child sixteen times.
Truth. No exaggeration - sixteen times.
Every time I had just the money at home, he did not put doubt left behind a godfather of possessions and have marked new church in a new baptized.
Succeeded engineers, lawyers, people who had nothing silly.
Godmother had not, it was always Mary.
He knew that woman smiting things and end up discovering.
We know it is the custom among the humblest class, the groomsmen dress in his godson's christening day.
But Godfather, as most important, have less time to worry about enxovalzinho then were giving money, which was what the boy's father wanted.
Pocketing the money resumed following the trajectory of the baptized. Have not felt more embarrassment.
However, his reasoning did not cover all cases. Only in the Savings and he had three compadres, will talk, talk comes, the boy's godparents certified sham - my husband, Jofre Cabral, and if I'm not mistaken, the third was the Orlando Loyola.
Jofre was the most felt cheated.
He, with his peculiar enthusiasm, could not do anything halfway, and besides money for the white gown, the boy's neck hung a gold chain with medal of St. Jude opened savings accounts and the day to lead them in his beautiful car to church Santa Felicidade, because of the promise that the rogue guaranteed to have made at the birth of the boy.
His swindle deserved serious concealer, and when accused of committing a sacrilege, arms hanging to the side was left with a crying face totally ridiculous, justifying: "I do not see gravity about it, the more my child is baptized, the better for him , it becomes a child of God. "
I remember that when I heard this story, I remembered one very similar in our house when we were kids and one of my brothers, who had the nickname Pedro Malazarte, made first communion four times.
He was taken from Breca and kept getting asked to leave colleges of priest and every time he changed boarding, claimed never to have made their first communion because candy, candle in hand, the day off.
I think that's why I listened without surprise the story of sixteen baptized.
Flora Muñoz Rocha, former first lady of the state, is chronicler.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Armpit illustrated
Stories of Paraná - Armpit illustrated
Armpit illustrated
José Wanderley Dias Jr.
José Wanderley Dias is part of the history of our century
CEF, which served for nearly forty years.
In this interaction, garnered the friendship, respect and admiration of the whole class.
Many were his teachings, some only understood years later, and many others yet to be deciphered ...
do pose instead.
Simple, never let the stairs successive level throughout his life go up to the head.
Cheerful and easygoing.
Always up to date with anecdotes, made life a love song to his eternal companion along Neuza.
Very smoked for several years.
With the first stroke, divorced cigarette.
Drink, nor sorrow - at best a Diet Coke after juicy feijoada, joking that it was not to get fat.
So was Wanderley.
Believing Christian, above all people, without vices, healthy habits.
I walked a lot, read a lot, even the ads, and the collection of errors (le press your favorite hobby indeed curious and amusing.
Daddy, friend, companion of all lioras all times.
I had two more privileges than my brothers: the fact that I was the firstborn and thus have lived a little more than they with Neuza and Wanderley, have had the father, our master due, also a professor in college - FAE . His classes were pure feeling, the examples came from himself, in his Christian life of a man aware of everything that was happening.
With all he learned.
It also gave the fish, but surely taught to fish throughout their life ...
Cash was also in the well.
Incidentally, in life, in their day-to-day it was so.
One of the rare moments that gave away his anger, was when a fool those who think that everyone has their price, came up with a solicitation for the old. Á cut came immediately, definitive, yet the idiot felt the right to increase the "supply". That day the former headquarters of the FSB, one predinho five or six floors which is erected think the current build-cio-Headquarters (Praça Carlos Gomes), trembled.
Wanderley, strong of mind and also physically, raised the "figure" throwing it out the door with partition and everything.
It was a hit!
We start talking about the mother and father and travels in the mind and heart (is that we are children-owl, modesty aside, with plenty of reason for this). But back to the title. The father traveled a lot for the CEF and a descent to Paranaguá, knowing that there nicknames proliferate, asked his colleagues what was his. The local manager showed up in an uncomfortable situation, the then director of the mortgage portfolio in Parana Caixa reiterated: "What is the nickname that the brothers parnanguaras gave me?" The answer came shy: "Armpit Illustrated, Doc.
Sorry! "It was just a laugh. Was common Wanderley Dias with a stack of newspapers and magazines under his arm,
hence the nickname accurate.
Memories of another box-ra.
Memories of life.
Miss "Armpit Illustrated" and his muse.
José Wanderley Dias Jr. is an economist and administrator.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Armpit illustrated
José Wanderley Dias Jr.
José Wanderley Dias is part of the history of our century
CEF, which served for nearly forty years.
In this interaction, garnered the friendship, respect and admiration of the whole class.
Many were his teachings, some only understood years later, and many others yet to be deciphered ...
do pose instead.
Simple, never let the stairs successive level throughout his life go up to the head.
Cheerful and easygoing.
Always up to date with anecdotes, made life a love song to his eternal companion along Neuza.
Very smoked for several years.
With the first stroke, divorced cigarette.
Drink, nor sorrow - at best a Diet Coke after juicy feijoada, joking that it was not to get fat.
So was Wanderley.
Believing Christian, above all people, without vices, healthy habits.
I walked a lot, read a lot, even the ads, and the collection of errors (le press your favorite hobby indeed curious and amusing.
Daddy, friend, companion of all lioras all times.
I had two more privileges than my brothers: the fact that I was the firstborn and thus have lived a little more than they with Neuza and Wanderley, have had the father, our master due, also a professor in college - FAE . His classes were pure feeling, the examples came from himself, in his Christian life of a man aware of everything that was happening.
With all he learned.
It also gave the fish, but surely taught to fish throughout their life ...
Cash was also in the well.
Incidentally, in life, in their day-to-day it was so.
One of the rare moments that gave away his anger, was when a fool those who think that everyone has their price, came up with a solicitation for the old. Á cut came immediately, definitive, yet the idiot felt the right to increase the "supply". That day the former headquarters of the FSB, one predinho five or six floors which is erected think the current build-cio-Headquarters (Praça Carlos Gomes), trembled.
Wanderley, strong of mind and also physically, raised the "figure" throwing it out the door with partition and everything.
It was a hit!
We start talking about the mother and father and travels in the mind and heart (is that we are children-owl, modesty aside, with plenty of reason for this). But back to the title. The father traveled a lot for the CEF and a descent to Paranaguá, knowing that there nicknames proliferate, asked his colleagues what was his. The local manager showed up in an uncomfortable situation, the then director of the mortgage portfolio in Parana Caixa reiterated: "What is the nickname that the brothers parnanguaras gave me?" The answer came shy: "Armpit Illustrated, Doc.
Sorry! "It was just a laugh. Was common Wanderley Dias with a stack of newspapers and magazines under his arm,
hence the nickname accurate.
Memories of another box-ra.
Memories of life.
Miss "Armpit Illustrated" and his muse.
José Wanderley Dias Jr. is an economist and administrator.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Remembrance bitter
Stories of Paraná - Remembrance bitter
Bitter memory
Valerio Hoerner Junior
The path points to pull up history to take in a round of unhappy bajoujice occurred on the river IAPO in the distant past 204 years already.
Revive the subject, but never mean on my part libel against the city or against briosos castrensian and peaceful, which actually had nothing to do with the fact. Have to do, yes, reverential courtiers desirous to honor one of the most nefarious Portuguese ministers from the time of colonial Brazil.
The facts: even when parish in 1769, the present city of Castro Capon was transferred to the banks of the Upper Rio Iapó. Account Ermelino Leo the powerful Marquis de Pombal had instructed its representatives in Brazil to create new settlements.
It fell to General Ombudsman Paranaguá, Francisco Leandro Toledo Rondon, by order of D. Luís de Sousa Mourao, Morgado de Mateus, install the village with the name CASTRO. The event took place on January 20, 1789 and was named to the Secretary of Business overseas-rinhos the Kingdom of Portugal, Martinho de Melo e Castro.
But the character and personality of the honoree were remote and still subordinate to the great Marquis, haunting genius and patriotism.
Against Portugal.
It is known the sharp discord existing at the time between the Portuguese and Brazilians. The antagonism came to the brink of hatred.
Aware of it and evaluating the issue with deserved care, Pombal adopted ingenious harmonizing policy, distinguishing between Brazilians and even naming them to public office.
However, Pombal falls suddenly from full power station and it is invested rightly honored Minister, Martinho de Melo e Castro.
Lets expand, then, with the rush of things who has engaged in the gullet, the dislike and distaste saved by Brazilians, suppressing political fellowship and inspiring Maria I - the Mad
- To order the trustees of the Colony Dalem-sea imprimissem all kinds of oppressions and insults the poor and helpless people.
At this time sent to close all factories and manufactures in Brazil. Freedom was reduced to zero. And the casting mining then say so! With table repast Portuguese minister: it must be the severity of the penalties imposed on the conspiracy and especially the refinements in espostejamento Tiradentes. And yet the arc of things old, this space prevents me from telling.
And the city reveres certainly without knowing the truth, Martinho de Melo e Castro!
I admit it's too late to take any position in this regard.
Nor is even this modest scribe intention would rouse the good and progressive people castrense after 204 years of continuous habit.
However, in my view, there is no harm in fact remember, as nonchalantly, the striking position of Euclid Flag. "Father of Journalism Paranaense" about it, when you say loud and clear: "It is necessary that the eternal pole, on whose summit Tiradentes had his head stuck, dreamy eyes of the martyr does not divide our state into a city whose name is tribute to Martinho de Melo e Castro.
Tiradentes is entitled to full historical redress. "
Valerio Hoerner Junior Academy Paranaense letters.
* Text published in August 1993.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Bitter memory
Valerio Hoerner Junior
The path points to pull up history to take in a round of unhappy bajoujice occurred on the river IAPO in the distant past 204 years already.
Revive the subject, but never mean on my part libel against the city or against briosos castrensian and peaceful, which actually had nothing to do with the fact. Have to do, yes, reverential courtiers desirous to honor one of the most nefarious Portuguese ministers from the time of colonial Brazil.
The facts: even when parish in 1769, the present city of Castro Capon was transferred to the banks of the Upper Rio Iapó. Account Ermelino Leo the powerful Marquis de Pombal had instructed its representatives in Brazil to create new settlements.
It fell to General Ombudsman Paranaguá, Francisco Leandro Toledo Rondon, by order of D. Luís de Sousa Mourao, Morgado de Mateus, install the village with the name CASTRO. The event took place on January 20, 1789 and was named to the Secretary of Business overseas-rinhos the Kingdom of Portugal, Martinho de Melo e Castro.
But the character and personality of the honoree were remote and still subordinate to the great Marquis, haunting genius and patriotism.
Against Portugal.
It is known the sharp discord existing at the time between the Portuguese and Brazilians. The antagonism came to the brink of hatred.
Aware of it and evaluating the issue with deserved care, Pombal adopted ingenious harmonizing policy, distinguishing between Brazilians and even naming them to public office.
However, Pombal falls suddenly from full power station and it is invested rightly honored Minister, Martinho de Melo e Castro.
Lets expand, then, with the rush of things who has engaged in the gullet, the dislike and distaste saved by Brazilians, suppressing political fellowship and inspiring Maria I - the Mad
- To order the trustees of the Colony Dalem-sea imprimissem all kinds of oppressions and insults the poor and helpless people.
At this time sent to close all factories and manufactures in Brazil. Freedom was reduced to zero. And the casting mining then say so! With table repast Portuguese minister: it must be the severity of the penalties imposed on the conspiracy and especially the refinements in espostejamento Tiradentes. And yet the arc of things old, this space prevents me from telling.
And the city reveres certainly without knowing the truth, Martinho de Melo e Castro!
I admit it's too late to take any position in this regard.
Nor is even this modest scribe intention would rouse the good and progressive people castrense after 204 years of continuous habit.
However, in my view, there is no harm in fact remember, as nonchalantly, the striking position of Euclid Flag. "Father of Journalism Paranaense" about it, when you say loud and clear: "It is necessary that the eternal pole, on whose summit Tiradentes had his head stuck, dreamy eyes of the martyr does not divide our state into a city whose name is tribute to Martinho de Melo e Castro.
Tiradentes is entitled to full historical redress. "
Valerio Hoerner Junior Academy Paranaense letters.
* Text published in August 1993.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - the English Colonization
Stories of Paraná - the English Colonization
Colonization of English
Marcelo Oikawa
It was with the map of Parana on a pool table that Gaston de Mesquita Filho convinced Lord Lovat to buy land upstate. The scene, film, happened in the games room of the imposing headquarters of the farm of Major Barbosa Ferraz in Cambard. The Englishman was amazed when the illustrious family member Mosque, the journal "O Estado de S. Paulo", showed that he could make a profit of up to one thousand percent if you bought the land before crossing railroad.
It all started around 1922. Pressed by creditors Londoners of our foreign debt, the government agreed with Arthur Bernardes coming Montagu Mission to examine the economic and financial situation of Brazil.
Lord Lovat comes as an observer, but particularly interested in finding land suitable for planting cotton.
Informed that interest, the São Paulo Railway Company-Paraná published an announcement of a page in the "Estado" to catch the attention of the English to the great possibilities of Northern Paraná. Lovat solves know the area and Mesquita Filho, engineer of the railway company, is tasked to accompany him. The entourage reached Cambard in January 1924. The farm of Major Barbosa Ferraz is shown to English: five thousand bushels formed by coffee plantations. Already on the first night in the farmhouse, Mosque interrupted game of pool after dinner on the table to extend
the map with the route of the railway, which would be the backbone of an ambitious plan of colonization. The idea was to convince Lovat that, instead of a cotton plantation, would be much more profitable to colonize the region, buying a bargain price from the State Government and then financing the construction of the railroad.
That night, Lovat found that the area had offered half the size of Wales and that the proposal was more than good, because in England yielded good business on the basis of five per cent per annum.
Returning to England, Lord Lovat immediately organized the Paraná Plantations Company and created the Brazilian subsidiary Companhia de Terras Norte do Paraná. And through it bought 1 million 316 thousand and 480 acres of dense forest. The payment term was 12 years, without correction for the debt to be paid from the sale of lots. The price paid by the British was 8000 reis hectare which corresponded to the day of a carpenter or the price of five pounds of beans.
Marcelo Oikawa, londrinese a journalist.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Colonization of English
Marcelo Oikawa
It was with the map of Parana on a pool table that Gaston de Mesquita Filho convinced Lord Lovat to buy land upstate. The scene, film, happened in the games room of the imposing headquarters of the farm of Major Barbosa Ferraz in Cambard. The Englishman was amazed when the illustrious family member Mosque, the journal "O Estado de S. Paulo", showed that he could make a profit of up to one thousand percent if you bought the land before crossing railroad.
It all started around 1922. Pressed by creditors Londoners of our foreign debt, the government agreed with Arthur Bernardes coming Montagu Mission to examine the economic and financial situation of Brazil.
Lord Lovat comes as an observer, but particularly interested in finding land suitable for planting cotton.
Informed that interest, the São Paulo Railway Company-Paraná published an announcement of a page in the "Estado" to catch the attention of the English to the great possibilities of Northern Paraná. Lovat solves know the area and Mesquita Filho, engineer of the railway company, is tasked to accompany him. The entourage reached Cambard in January 1924. The farm of Major Barbosa Ferraz is shown to English: five thousand bushels formed by coffee plantations. Already on the first night in the farmhouse, Mosque interrupted game of pool after dinner on the table to extend
the map with the route of the railway, which would be the backbone of an ambitious plan of colonization. The idea was to convince Lovat that, instead of a cotton plantation, would be much more profitable to colonize the region, buying a bargain price from the State Government and then financing the construction of the railroad.
That night, Lovat found that the area had offered half the size of Wales and that the proposal was more than good, because in England yielded good business on the basis of five per cent per annum.
Returning to England, Lord Lovat immediately organized the Paraná Plantations Company and created the Brazilian subsidiary Companhia de Terras Norte do Paraná. And through it bought 1 million 316 thousand and 480 acres of dense forest. The payment term was 12 years, without correction for the debt to be paid from the sale of lots. The price paid by the British was 8000 reis hectare which corresponded to the day of a carpenter or the price of five pounds of beans.
Marcelo Oikawa, londrinese a journalist.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - The gallant fossa
Stories of Paraná - The gallant fossa
The gallant fossa
Anthony Padilla
The valley Ivaí had its heyday with the "rush" of coffee between 1956 and 1966. People from all parts of the country came eager for work and for quick riches.
Small settlements became thriving cities like Faxinai, Borrazópolis, Jardim Alegre and Ivaiporã, among others.
Residents of rural areas in these localities were visited periodically by a peddler known Turquinho, who brought the news of São Paulo for the stay-at-home and marriageable girls.
Went out of suitcases crammed blouses, petticoats, panties, sutians, perfumes, soaps, threads, pins, needles, balls of income, colorful buttons and various trinkets.
After fulfilling his script, the bags were lighter, it was time to promote settlement in the area of low meretricious closer.
The colonels and haggled not met the requests of Quengas with great generosity.
Over the years, Turquinho acquired habits and language typical of residents going to use expressions like "Oxente Brimo", "Sartei Tchê Band", "ripped Pena Brimo", became a supporter of Corinthians and appreciative of a cachaça , becoming the most Brazilian of Turks who appeared in the region.
On rainy days, with roads impassable, Turquinho passed the time at some quaint pub telling stories, especially a pick of land known as John Roll, one of Bahia cocky heartthrob and the conqueror who came to harass Adelaide, wife of merchant Tiao Gaucho .
It was enough gauchaço out with his jeep 51 to shop at Apucarana, when he was absent for a day or two, that instantly John Roll was approaching Adelaide with his compliments.
How good marketer, Adelaide took in stride, but was getting tired of the harassment and decided to let her husband know the situation.
Together, they plotted a punishment for the horny pick.
Seeing Tiao leaving for another trip, the dapper heartthrob rushed to the sale and began to extol the charms of Adelaide.
This time was surprised and beaming with happiness when required agreed to welcome him home after the closing of the establishment to 21 hours.
At the appointed time, the door was ajar, the candlelight gave a touch of sensuality and a sense of sin.
Adelaide, with a bottle of wine and two glasses, John smiled and started talking.
After less than five minutes, you hear the jeep Tiao entering the garage.
Total despair; heartthrob did not know what to do, could not go ahead, the back there was no escape.
Then meets the suggestion of Adelaide, jumps out the window and runs to the private backyard, whose floor had been removed, and plunges into the pit.
The plot had worked.
With all the lights on, the police are called, John Roll screaming for help, onlookers gathered, the family of John arrived ashamed and helped the police to remove him from embarrassment.
Turquinho ensures that the pick was bag and baggage to Mato Grosso, leading the unbearable smell of bitter adventure.
Mahamud Ibrahim Nagi, the Turquinho in his bar Ivaiporã, tells stories of a memorable time that left missed.
Anthony Padilla, journalist Ivaiporã.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
The gallant fossa
Anthony Padilla
The valley Ivaí had its heyday with the "rush" of coffee between 1956 and 1966. People from all parts of the country came eager for work and for quick riches.
Small settlements became thriving cities like Faxinai, Borrazópolis, Jardim Alegre and Ivaiporã, among others.
Residents of rural areas in these localities were visited periodically by a peddler known Turquinho, who brought the news of São Paulo for the stay-at-home and marriageable girls.
Went out of suitcases crammed blouses, petticoats, panties, sutians, perfumes, soaps, threads, pins, needles, balls of income, colorful buttons and various trinkets.
After fulfilling his script, the bags were lighter, it was time to promote settlement in the area of low meretricious closer.
The colonels and haggled not met the requests of Quengas with great generosity.
Over the years, Turquinho acquired habits and language typical of residents going to use expressions like "Oxente Brimo", "Sartei Tchê Band", "ripped Pena Brimo", became a supporter of Corinthians and appreciative of a cachaça , becoming the most Brazilian of Turks who appeared in the region.
On rainy days, with roads impassable, Turquinho passed the time at some quaint pub telling stories, especially a pick of land known as John Roll, one of Bahia cocky heartthrob and the conqueror who came to harass Adelaide, wife of merchant Tiao Gaucho .
It was enough gauchaço out with his jeep 51 to shop at Apucarana, when he was absent for a day or two, that instantly John Roll was approaching Adelaide with his compliments.
How good marketer, Adelaide took in stride, but was getting tired of the harassment and decided to let her husband know the situation.
Together, they plotted a punishment for the horny pick.
Seeing Tiao leaving for another trip, the dapper heartthrob rushed to the sale and began to extol the charms of Adelaide.
This time was surprised and beaming with happiness when required agreed to welcome him home after the closing of the establishment to 21 hours.
At the appointed time, the door was ajar, the candlelight gave a touch of sensuality and a sense of sin.
Adelaide, with a bottle of wine and two glasses, John smiled and started talking.
After less than five minutes, you hear the jeep Tiao entering the garage.
Total despair; heartthrob did not know what to do, could not go ahead, the back there was no escape.
Then meets the suggestion of Adelaide, jumps out the window and runs to the private backyard, whose floor had been removed, and plunges into the pit.
The plot had worked.
With all the lights on, the police are called, John Roll screaming for help, onlookers gathered, the family of John arrived ashamed and helped the police to remove him from embarrassment.
Turquinho ensures that the pick was bag and baggage to Mato Grosso, leading the unbearable smell of bitter adventure.
Mahamud Ibrahim Nagi, the Turquinho in his bar Ivaiporã, tells stories of a memorable time that left missed.
Anthony Padilla, journalist Ivaiporã.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Who was born before the car or the road?
Stories of Paraná - Who was born before the car or the road?
Who was born before the car or the road?
Aryon Cornelsen
Were many and deep, even radical, changes that Paraná met earlier this century.
The great war of 1914 stimulated the export of timber and lumber mills began to appear in various parts of the state,
moving into new areas, now more connected by the system of roads that will be creating.
The keynote of the railway will be shifting to the roads, but the roads themselves drawn following purposes disorderly occupation of the territory. And as this intoxication of speed to win the race against time, thrilled the world, the "raids" by plane and car became one of the passions of those times.
The exploits of intrepid pilots in their small planes, especially when in exhibitions in cities, attracted crowds of people.
When flying over the fields then, was a God help us! There were few who did not want to believe what they saw, that those things with a man, even flew.
In any case, for pilots there was greater difficulty in covering the distance between two cities: one paddock enough reasonably plan for takeoff and one for landing.
Different was the situation of automotive pioneers-bilistas: no roads, or something that resembles a road, they could not go muchlon-ge>
Hence the excitement caused by the Commander Francisco feat Fido Fontana in 1920. Pioneer car in Paraná, in eight days he made the connection Curitiba-São Paulo, following the direction of the railroad toward Itararé. This pioneering feat to repay the statesman that Washington Luis, a gleaming "ITALA", came from São Paulo to our capital, when there was no road, although the route had been partially done with the car transported by train.
The previous year had occurred an exceptional: Colonel.
Jorge Schimelpfeng, mayor of Foz do Iguaçu and provincial deputy, was the largest "raid" of South America, beyond the region of the Falls to the port of Antonina - a total of 840 miles - traveling in two Ford a ride and another -load
At this time, the state government played a strategic road now called BR-277, which would give, henceforth, greater access to the west and to the Falls, for all desfrutassem sense of wonder and beauty that adelantado Alvar Cabeza de Vaca had the privilege of seeing centuries before. And, however, only in April 1920 that there is an official trip in two Ford, a Fiat a Benz and Izola between Curitiba and Foz do Iguacu. The engineer Moreira Garcez is one of the heads of delegation.
All that thrilled: contact with the Indians, the narrative of exuberant flora and fauna, raped today, the panel were a normal state that began to achieve-up tar road that were no longer wild paths and drovers.
Later, in August 1926, the headquarters of the military unit of Foz is opened. And the integration process in motion.
Á that time, it was believed that there were pine trees in Parana for an exploration of 370 years, which did not correspond to reality, because of 200 000 km2 surface state, only 76 Km nul2 had native pinewoods.
But that's another story.
Atyon Cornelsen's lawyer, sportsman and former president of Coritiba FC
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Who was born before the car or the road?
Aryon Cornelsen
Were many and deep, even radical, changes that Paraná met earlier this century.
The great war of 1914 stimulated the export of timber and lumber mills began to appear in various parts of the state,
moving into new areas, now more connected by the system of roads that will be creating.
The keynote of the railway will be shifting to the roads, but the roads themselves drawn following purposes disorderly occupation of the territory. And as this intoxication of speed to win the race against time, thrilled the world, the "raids" by plane and car became one of the passions of those times.
The exploits of intrepid pilots in their small planes, especially when in exhibitions in cities, attracted crowds of people.
When flying over the fields then, was a God help us! There were few who did not want to believe what they saw, that those things with a man, even flew.
In any case, for pilots there was greater difficulty in covering the distance between two cities: one paddock enough reasonably plan for takeoff and one for landing.
Different was the situation of automotive pioneers-bilistas: no roads, or something that resembles a road, they could not go muchlon-ge>
Hence the excitement caused by the Commander Francisco feat Fido Fontana in 1920. Pioneer car in Paraná, in eight days he made the connection Curitiba-São Paulo, following the direction of the railroad toward Itararé. This pioneering feat to repay the statesman that Washington Luis, a gleaming "ITALA", came from São Paulo to our capital, when there was no road, although the route had been partially done with the car transported by train.
The previous year had occurred an exceptional: Colonel.
Jorge Schimelpfeng, mayor of Foz do Iguaçu and provincial deputy, was the largest "raid" of South America, beyond the region of the Falls to the port of Antonina - a total of 840 miles - traveling in two Ford a ride and another -load
At this time, the state government played a strategic road now called BR-277, which would give, henceforth, greater access to the west and to the Falls, for all desfrutassem sense of wonder and beauty that adelantado Alvar Cabeza de Vaca had the privilege of seeing centuries before. And, however, only in April 1920 that there is an official trip in two Ford, a Fiat a Benz and Izola between Curitiba and Foz do Iguacu. The engineer Moreira Garcez is one of the heads of delegation.
All that thrilled: contact with the Indians, the narrative of exuberant flora and fauna, raped today, the panel were a normal state that began to achieve-up tar road that were no longer wild paths and drovers.
Later, in August 1926, the headquarters of the military unit of Foz is opened. And the integration process in motion.
Á that time, it was believed that there were pine trees in Parana for an exploration of 370 years, which did not correspond to reality, because of 200 000 km2 surface state, only 76 Km nul2 had native pinewoods.
But that's another story.
Atyon Cornelsen's lawyer, sportsman and former president of Coritiba FC
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Chronic Baron Wrong
Stories of Paraná - Chronic Baron Wrong
Chronic Baron Wrong
Sérgio Augusto Leoni
Marco Aurélio de Moraes Sarmento, captain of the Military Police of Paraná, brought to the space for the stories of the Paraná, adventures of baron almost illiterate mule driver by profession, coming from the region of Ponta Grossa, called him Baron de Campos Gerais. The chronicle of the captain, though faithful to the legend, shows up wrong on the name of Baron describing, which is not guarauna Campos Gerais.
In his Dictionary of History and Geography of Paraná, vol. I Ermelino Leo devotes nearly four pages to Major Ferreira, the future Baron guarauna, farmer of Ponta Grossa, who became known for his stinginess ("I love everything I earned Edava"), whose adventures José Murici describes gracefully in his "Journey to the Theocratic Republic of Guaira." Welcoming the brother Joaquim - legend has it - the future Baron guarauna realizes his guest sobraçando newspapers Court, intended to read in bed.
When you lie down, brother Joaquim lights thick tallow candle. The then Major Ferreira enters the brother's room foot for foot. With a mild murmur, the candle goes out.
In the dark, his brother Joaquim complains: "Why, man! Which is it?" Explains to him the future Baron guarauna: "She did not need your worship read in bed, only to spend the view and the candle."
Mattoso, representative of the Gazeta de Notícias, that was part of the entourage of King Peter II of Paraná, says Major Ferreira was not very liberal at the banquet offered to his guest real.
In return, communicated his Majesty granted manumission of their slaves.
Touched, the Emperor granted him later the title of Baron guarauna not taking seriously the weights on their advisers contract.
The other Baron, whose peerage Captain Marcus Aurelius used by mistake, was called David dos Santos Pacheco.
Born in 1810, in Lapa, David received careful education.
Had culture, high concept.
Such merits took him to the status of deputy to the first Provincial Assembly (1854/55), companion, among others, of An-tonio de Sá Camargo (Viscount Guarapuava), counselor dejesuíno Marcondes, Manoel Antônio Guimarães (Visconde de Nacar) and Manoel de Oliveira Franco, the historic Brigadeiro Franco.
His marriage to Anna Carvalho Pacheco, there were two daughters: Maria Collecta Araújo dos Santos, married to director Manoel Alves
Araújo and Maria Ignacia Alves de Araújo, who married Colonel Joaquim Alves de Araújo.
Besides prestigious politician, David dos Santos Pacheco served as the High Command of the National Guard Paranaense adestrando volunteers for the Paraguayan War.
Prosperous, very rich, the future Baron of Campos Gerais had townhouse Lapa where hosted the Emperor, Empress and Admiral Tamandaré. David still had dos Santos Pacheco on Legendary Farm Sta
Amelia (over 2,000 acres) and another in Rio Grande, also a big girl.
He was, in short, the most prominent drover Southern Brazil.
In his honor, the Lapa stands a monument to him in the current Manoel Pedro Avenue, traditional street Troops, corner through which the road that bears his name.
This monument, highlighted by a bust, guard the spoils of the Baron and Baroness, transferred the cemetery, as well as sepulchral inscription in marble, saying in low relief.
Coming in December, by the way, the Lapa will celebrate the centenary of the death of Baron of Campos Gerais.
Sérgio Augusto 'Leoni ê former mayor of Lapa.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Chronic Baron Wrong
Sérgio Augusto Leoni
Marco Aurélio de Moraes Sarmento, captain of the Military Police of Paraná, brought to the space for the stories of the Paraná, adventures of baron almost illiterate mule driver by profession, coming from the region of Ponta Grossa, called him Baron de Campos Gerais. The chronicle of the captain, though faithful to the legend, shows up wrong on the name of Baron describing, which is not guarauna Campos Gerais.
In his Dictionary of History and Geography of Paraná, vol. I Ermelino Leo devotes nearly four pages to Major Ferreira, the future Baron guarauna, farmer of Ponta Grossa, who became known for his stinginess ("I love everything I earned Edava"), whose adventures José Murici describes gracefully in his "Journey to the Theocratic Republic of Guaira." Welcoming the brother Joaquim - legend has it - the future Baron guarauna realizes his guest sobraçando newspapers Court, intended to read in bed.
When you lie down, brother Joaquim lights thick tallow candle. The then Major Ferreira enters the brother's room foot for foot. With a mild murmur, the candle goes out.
In the dark, his brother Joaquim complains: "Why, man! Which is it?" Explains to him the future Baron guarauna: "She did not need your worship read in bed, only to spend the view and the candle."
Mattoso, representative of the Gazeta de Notícias, that was part of the entourage of King Peter II of Paraná, says Major Ferreira was not very liberal at the banquet offered to his guest real.
In return, communicated his Majesty granted manumission of their slaves.
Touched, the Emperor granted him later the title of Baron guarauna not taking seriously the weights on their advisers contract.
The other Baron, whose peerage Captain Marcus Aurelius used by mistake, was called David dos Santos Pacheco.
Born in 1810, in Lapa, David received careful education.
Had culture, high concept.
Such merits took him to the status of deputy to the first Provincial Assembly (1854/55), companion, among others, of An-tonio de Sá Camargo (Viscount Guarapuava), counselor dejesuíno Marcondes, Manoel Antônio Guimarães (Visconde de Nacar) and Manoel de Oliveira Franco, the historic Brigadeiro Franco.
His marriage to Anna Carvalho Pacheco, there were two daughters: Maria Collecta Araújo dos Santos, married to director Manoel Alves
Araújo and Maria Ignacia Alves de Araújo, who married Colonel Joaquim Alves de Araújo.
Besides prestigious politician, David dos Santos Pacheco served as the High Command of the National Guard Paranaense adestrando volunteers for the Paraguayan War.
Prosperous, very rich, the future Baron of Campos Gerais had townhouse Lapa where hosted the Emperor, Empress and Admiral Tamandaré. David still had dos Santos Pacheco on Legendary Farm Sta
Amelia (over 2,000 acres) and another in Rio Grande, also a big girl.
He was, in short, the most prominent drover Southern Brazil.
In his honor, the Lapa stands a monument to him in the current Manoel Pedro Avenue, traditional street Troops, corner through which the road that bears his name.
This monument, highlighted by a bust, guard the spoils of the Baron and Baroness, transferred the cemetery, as well as sepulchral inscription in marble, saying in low relief.
Coming in December, by the way, the Lapa will celebrate the centenary of the death of Baron of Campos Gerais.
Sérgio Augusto 'Leoni ê former mayor of Lapa.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Speech Unforgettable
Stories of Paraná - Speech Unforgettable
Unforgettable speech
Lauro Grein Son
Arriving Castro to assume the main burden of my medical career, the traditional and quiet city was all excitement and enthusiasm.
A climate of intense expectation swept the city, while it chendo anxieties.
Days magna importance were experienced by the population awaiting the official visit of Governor Manoel Ribas.
The event, with a date already very close, involved a carefully crafted plan-signification, in charge of numerous committees and sub-committees.
Authorities, persons grated, high figures of trade and industry, public officials and the "common people", all united for the success of certain unusual and celebrations.
Signing programming, lavishly distributed, Mayor, Major Vespasian Carneiro de Mello, His Honour Judge of the District, Dr. Humberto Grace, Commander of the 6th CATTLE, Cel.
Felinto ABAETÉ Cavalcanti, the Vicar of the parish, Father Nicholas Balthazar, the Promoter Heraclius Dr. Mendes de Camargo and over fifty distinguished personalities of military life.
The motivation was total and single subject.
Nothing else could be interesting beyond the coming of their Ribas, capital fact of all wheels, comments and confabulation.
After the big day! The "Dawn" by the band of the Military Police, the eve of arrival, started the festivities, waking the people with the vibrant chords of "Batista de Mello." Outdoor Mass at 8 am, sponsored by the ladies of Castro, with mor altar on the steps of the primary school and the square crowded with faithful prayers for Interventor.
Among them His Excellency. and entourage, Angelo Lopes, Gaspar Velloso, Antenor Pamphili dos Santos, Bichat de Almeida Rodrigues, Rosaldo Mello Leitão, many of Curitiba, and neighboring municipalities.
After the Mass, even in the square, the inauguration of the bust of Manoel Ribas.
This ceremony closely whetted my curiosity. And who has heard many stories about Interventor.
Absurd stories, hard to believe such exaggerations that portrayed his irreverence and blatant disregard of the rules of the protocol.
Now arose the opportunity to personally see and check everything: the behavior of your Ribas finally within my reach.
Peter Kaled, valedictorian, was realizing, loud and clear, his oration, before the statue has not yet unveiled.
Beside, the honoree seriously, staring at the crowd, huge, attentive, silent. "Your Excellency.
Mr. Governor has been for us and this land a true benefactor because it gave us the Preventório, benefactor because ... "
Still vibrating in the air the speaker's words when Manoel Ribas came thundering: "Benefactor not! Because work is the obligation of every Governor. And if he did more for Castro, was because of the stupidity and ignorance of all of you who need to know that trying to do something against me is the same as in pinching ox horn. E Let go hand to speak ill of President Getúlio Vargas, who is a good man and to be prestigious.'s it. " And without further ado, withdrew.
After the ceremony, the crowd was diluting the surroundings, while his Ribas perpetuated in bronze began to lighten up the sun at noon.
Lots and lots of speeches would hear later, the course of multiple solemnities and under various pretexts themes and purposes in different languages and occasions.
None of them, however, struck me that Manoel Ribas Castro on March 8, 1945, date of its 71 th anniversary.
Lauro Grein son is a doctor, épresidente Center of Arts of Paraná.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Unforgettable speech
Lauro Grein Son
Arriving Castro to assume the main burden of my medical career, the traditional and quiet city was all excitement and enthusiasm.
A climate of intense expectation swept the city, while it chendo anxieties.
Days magna importance were experienced by the population awaiting the official visit of Governor Manoel Ribas.
The event, with a date already very close, involved a carefully crafted plan-signification, in charge of numerous committees and sub-committees.
Authorities, persons grated, high figures of trade and industry, public officials and the "common people", all united for the success of certain unusual and celebrations.
Signing programming, lavishly distributed, Mayor, Major Vespasian Carneiro de Mello, His Honour Judge of the District, Dr. Humberto Grace, Commander of the 6th CATTLE, Cel.
Felinto ABAETÉ Cavalcanti, the Vicar of the parish, Father Nicholas Balthazar, the Promoter Heraclius Dr. Mendes de Camargo and over fifty distinguished personalities of military life.
The motivation was total and single subject.
Nothing else could be interesting beyond the coming of their Ribas, capital fact of all wheels, comments and confabulation.
After the big day! The "Dawn" by the band of the Military Police, the eve of arrival, started the festivities, waking the people with the vibrant chords of "Batista de Mello." Outdoor Mass at 8 am, sponsored by the ladies of Castro, with mor altar on the steps of the primary school and the square crowded with faithful prayers for Interventor.
Among them His Excellency. and entourage, Angelo Lopes, Gaspar Velloso, Antenor Pamphili dos Santos, Bichat de Almeida Rodrigues, Rosaldo Mello Leitão, many of Curitiba, and neighboring municipalities.
After the Mass, even in the square, the inauguration of the bust of Manoel Ribas.
This ceremony closely whetted my curiosity. And who has heard many stories about Interventor.
Absurd stories, hard to believe such exaggerations that portrayed his irreverence and blatant disregard of the rules of the protocol.
Now arose the opportunity to personally see and check everything: the behavior of your Ribas finally within my reach.
Peter Kaled, valedictorian, was realizing, loud and clear, his oration, before the statue has not yet unveiled.
Beside, the honoree seriously, staring at the crowd, huge, attentive, silent. "Your Excellency.
Mr. Governor has been for us and this land a true benefactor because it gave us the Preventório, benefactor because ... "
Still vibrating in the air the speaker's words when Manoel Ribas came thundering: "Benefactor not! Because work is the obligation of every Governor. And if he did more for Castro, was because of the stupidity and ignorance of all of you who need to know that trying to do something against me is the same as in pinching ox horn. E Let go hand to speak ill of President Getúlio Vargas, who is a good man and to be prestigious.'s it. " And without further ado, withdrew.
After the ceremony, the crowd was diluting the surroundings, while his Ribas perpetuated in bronze began to lighten up the sun at noon.
Lots and lots of speeches would hear later, the course of multiple solemnities and under various pretexts themes and purposes in different languages and occasions.
None of them, however, struck me that Manoel Ribas Castro on March 8, 1945, date of its 71 th anniversary.
Lauro Grein son is a doctor, épresidente Center of Arts of Paraná.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - No more Polish? (II)
Stories of Paraná - No more Polish? (II)
No more Polish? (II)
Wilson Bueno
Polacada!
Niggers!
Loved to hate - regulars, each other, sometimes more, sometimes less, to touch the rope of a varied understanding.
And we were pushing each of your hand, life girl.
Children, others felt the skin stretches.
The news came panting, almost choking on his face red Gordo:
- The Lau died, died Mieceslaw picnic Barigüi.
And as we wanted more, fulminated:
- The Lau drowned.
Were accomplices, all of
cause of death: ran the street and was subject in the houses of the village, beating almost all carry, and the same evening fallen because a week before, had been the victim Lau nervous baptism in the waters of the same Barigüi now killed him.
Denounced, all eyes chased us.
And death Lau was dead. Death was also a room with the image of Our Lady of Czestochowa, one familiar object that it was left after removal of the furniture and arranged against the wall, the wicker chairs.
In the center of the room, the death was also a coffin that our eyes avoided.
- Polacada!
- Niggers!
The death hurt in the morning sun. Death was our first public sin.
In envergonhávamos and we suffered, accomplices, all sinks street - humiliated the event.
Necessary to conform - others, also Polish, they would succeed Mieceslaw, especially the older brother,
groom, who played harmonica-of-mouth and had muscles horse.
Renewed up however the question: how could these beings be Brazilian white, cold and cloaked,
of yellow hair and light eyes, stumbling tongue scrambled?
But were: at Mass and weddings, small difficulties in day-to-day, and in the bargain circus
in large drinking and wakes.
But what remains is death grounded on the morning of the new city, the dark room and heavy heart:
- Polacada!
- Niggers!
Wilson Bueno is a writer, creator and editor of the journal Cultural "Nicholas".
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
No more Polish? (II)
Wilson Bueno
Polacada!
Niggers!
Loved to hate - regulars, each other, sometimes more, sometimes less, to touch the rope of a varied understanding.
And we were pushing each of your hand, life girl.
Children, others felt the skin stretches.
The news came panting, almost choking on his face red Gordo:
- The Lau died, died Mieceslaw picnic Barigüi.
And as we wanted more, fulminated:
- The Lau drowned.
Were accomplices, all of
cause of death: ran the street and was subject in the houses of the village, beating almost all carry, and the same evening fallen because a week before, had been the victim Lau nervous baptism in the waters of the same Barigüi now killed him.
Denounced, all eyes chased us.
And death Lau was dead. Death was also a room with the image of Our Lady of Czestochowa, one familiar object that it was left after removal of the furniture and arranged against the wall, the wicker chairs.
In the center of the room, the death was also a coffin that our eyes avoided.
- Polacada!
- Niggers!
The death hurt in the morning sun. Death was our first public sin.
In envergonhávamos and we suffered, accomplices, all sinks street - humiliated the event.
Necessary to conform - others, also Polish, they would succeed Mieceslaw, especially the older brother,
groom, who played harmonica-of-mouth and had muscles horse.
Renewed up however the question: how could these beings be Brazilian white, cold and cloaked,
of yellow hair and light eyes, stumbling tongue scrambled?
But were: at Mass and weddings, small difficulties in day-to-day, and in the bargain circus
in large drinking and wakes.
But what remains is death grounded on the morning of the new city, the dark room and heavy heart:
- Polacada!
- Niggers!
Wilson Bueno is a writer, creator and editor of the journal Cultural "Nicholas".
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - No more Polish? (I)
Stories of Paraná - No more Polish? (I)
No more Polish? (I)
Wilson Bueno
- Polish!
The curse struck shitload done.
Knew.
- Niggers!
The answer came on the border of spit, the stretch of land from Visconde de Nacre, corner of Saldanha
where now stands, imposing, the building has also vetusto Italy.
In game, more than the color, the sudden feeling of dignity threatened.
- Niggers!
Espumávamos of anger in the dining room of the board of many bedrooms, four eyes open as windows on the Saldanha Marinho, rented by my father, tnigrante North Pioneer.
No, the family arrived in the train-the-hunger shipped in Joaquim Tavora.
On alienation of children impossible, did not realize the horrors that prevail over the need afflicted
- The arrangements and derangements by subvida.
Pendants inside, hillbillies in misturávamos them, the Poles, as well as the nights Saravá Umbanda and tried to decipher the house in front, across the street, the mystery of the Japanese - always hidden, always aloof, as if their difference
was a pain.
Tried to sour cucumber wrapped in leaves-of-ra-parrei at first disgusted and soon after, greedily, and we learned from the Poles to exact ripening grape vineyards in the background of improvised backyards.
Fixed color-ves the time of apples, pears and figs.
With the Poles, the family began patient in the art of jam in glasses Trevisan - lean, mirrors.
And it was curious that those children who spoke the language at home arrevezada parents in Portuguese to correct the ordinary, and with the same enthusiasm they were our cunning and skillful in "game-of-breath" with Zequinhas - played on luck and arm.
Understand life, the gringos, real beings, flesh-and-blood, like all common. And this in the face of our inexperience was something amazing.
My city hinterland was being even a dream Curitiba.
What comes in recollection and memory collects with fingers of melancholy, the frame is colorless life poor, the wooden houses succeeding - of Saldanha to the wall of the funds that faced the street Chorões. Only the pension triumphed, old house, stately opening procession of houses, yards, gardens, trees, vines, children and chickens pecking around the courtyards.
- Niggers!
The Poles gave back the teasing - without knowing that everything seemed in: they, with hair-colored ass-when-flees
envied those blue eyes, freckles, we capiaus hinterland full of this strangeness that Indians become accustomed to whites, and more black hair, smooth in our face vulgaríssimos dark eyes.
The skin, sunburned North, faded, low winters and outmoded.
Felt the inevitable stringer land beats by poeirão red - a cloud po chasing the bib.
Here baixávamos hospitals (public) as often uncomfortable with the cold attacked tonsils and pharynx.
Polacada!
Niggers!
Wilson Bueno is a writer, creator and editor of the journal Cultural "Nicholas".
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
No more Polish? (I)
Wilson Bueno
- Polish!
The curse struck shitload done.
Knew.
- Niggers!
The answer came on the border of spit, the stretch of land from Visconde de Nacre, corner of Saldanha
where now stands, imposing, the building has also vetusto Italy.
In game, more than the color, the sudden feeling of dignity threatened.
- Niggers!
Espumávamos of anger in the dining room of the board of many bedrooms, four eyes open as windows on the Saldanha Marinho, rented by my father, tnigrante North Pioneer.
No, the family arrived in the train-the-hunger shipped in Joaquim Tavora.
On alienation of children impossible, did not realize the horrors that prevail over the need afflicted
- The arrangements and derangements by subvida.
Pendants inside, hillbillies in misturávamos them, the Poles, as well as the nights Saravá Umbanda and tried to decipher the house in front, across the street, the mystery of the Japanese - always hidden, always aloof, as if their difference
was a pain.
Tried to sour cucumber wrapped in leaves-of-ra-parrei at first disgusted and soon after, greedily, and we learned from the Poles to exact ripening grape vineyards in the background of improvised backyards.
Fixed color-ves the time of apples, pears and figs.
With the Poles, the family began patient in the art of jam in glasses Trevisan - lean, mirrors.
And it was curious that those children who spoke the language at home arrevezada parents in Portuguese to correct the ordinary, and with the same enthusiasm they were our cunning and skillful in "game-of-breath" with Zequinhas - played on luck and arm.
Understand life, the gringos, real beings, flesh-and-blood, like all common. And this in the face of our inexperience was something amazing.
My city hinterland was being even a dream Curitiba.
What comes in recollection and memory collects with fingers of melancholy, the frame is colorless life poor, the wooden houses succeeding - of Saldanha to the wall of the funds that faced the street Chorões. Only the pension triumphed, old house, stately opening procession of houses, yards, gardens, trees, vines, children and chickens pecking around the courtyards.
- Niggers!
The Poles gave back the teasing - without knowing that everything seemed in: they, with hair-colored ass-when-flees
envied those blue eyes, freckles, we capiaus hinterland full of this strangeness that Indians become accustomed to whites, and more black hair, smooth in our face vulgaríssimos dark eyes.
The skin, sunburned North, faded, low winters and outmoded.
Felt the inevitable stringer land beats by poeirão red - a cloud po chasing the bib.
Here baixávamos hospitals (public) as often uncomfortable with the cold attacked tonsils and pharynx.
Polacada!
Niggers!
Wilson Bueno is a writer, creator and editor of the journal Cultural "Nicholas".
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Stories of Paraná - Culture and distension
Stories of Paraná - Culture and distension
Culture and distension
Ney Braga
I've been asked if my situation as Minister of Education and Culture at the time of the Geisel government, was part of the strategy of gradual distention of the president.
I think the cultural openness of the Geisel government helped distention.
But it was not strategic.
Since childhood, in Lapa, lived with artists who came through town. The Elite movie theater for a time, was my late father.
Mayor of Curitiba, organized events such as the festival of film and music festivals.
In state government, the first term, from 1960 to 1965, I had the satisfaction of seeing the sunrise Comedy Theatre of Paraná. It was a great moment of theater Paranaense, with the presence of actors quality Nicete Bruno, Paulo Goulart and Claudio Correa and Castro and directors such as Jose Renato.
Alongside actors Paraná as Laia Ari Schneider and Fontoura, they transformed the Teatro Guaira - at the time there was only the small auditorium - a pole theatrical Brazil.
In MEC realized that culture was treated almost exclusively as bureaucratic. A change of perspective due to people who came to work with us.
Manoel Diegues Junior, father of filmmaker Carlos Diegues, took over the Department of Cultural Affairs.
Roberto Parreira was for the Program and Cultural Action in Funarte, created in my management.
We had the film director Roberto Farias as president of Embrafilme.
Orlando Miranda in the direction of the National Theatre. The writer Herbert Salles toward the National Book Institute.
With this group, the essential orientation of the great President Ernesto Geisel and the help of his ministers, was established cultural policy very democratic.
When artists had problems with censorship came looking for us and was often found a solution.
Many artists attended assiduously ministry. And, most importantly, the minister assiduously frequented the theaters.
One day old stick commitment to Lapa: could restore the Teatro São João, which is part of the cultural history of Paraná.
Regina Duarte lit up the stage as his talent, the reopening.
The distension of President Geisel worked very well in the cultural and contributed to the restoration of democracy.
That would be just information in memory.
But the other day I met a dear Fernanda Montenegro in Opera Wire.
She embraced me very affectionately and said:
- From all this, Ney, owe a lot to you!
But I remember that for me, a lot of it started with the theatrical performances that enchanted boy da Lapa and created between him and the stage, a relationship of love rapture.
Ney Braga, lapiano, was mayor of Curitiba, Twice ^ esgovernador Paraná minister and two folders.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
Culture and distension
Ney Braga
I've been asked if my situation as Minister of Education and Culture at the time of the Geisel government, was part of the strategy of gradual distention of the president.
I think the cultural openness of the Geisel government helped distention.
But it was not strategic.
Since childhood, in Lapa, lived with artists who came through town. The Elite movie theater for a time, was my late father.
Mayor of Curitiba, organized events such as the festival of film and music festivals.
In state government, the first term, from 1960 to 1965, I had the satisfaction of seeing the sunrise Comedy Theatre of Paraná. It was a great moment of theater Paranaense, with the presence of actors quality Nicete Bruno, Paulo Goulart and Claudio Correa and Castro and directors such as Jose Renato.
Alongside actors Paraná as Laia Ari Schneider and Fontoura, they transformed the Teatro Guaira - at the time there was only the small auditorium - a pole theatrical Brazil.
In MEC realized that culture was treated almost exclusively as bureaucratic. A change of perspective due to people who came to work with us.
Manoel Diegues Junior, father of filmmaker Carlos Diegues, took over the Department of Cultural Affairs.
Roberto Parreira was for the Program and Cultural Action in Funarte, created in my management.
We had the film director Roberto Farias as president of Embrafilme.
Orlando Miranda in the direction of the National Theatre. The writer Herbert Salles toward the National Book Institute.
With this group, the essential orientation of the great President Ernesto Geisel and the help of his ministers, was established cultural policy very democratic.
When artists had problems with censorship came looking for us and was often found a solution.
Many artists attended assiduously ministry. And, most importantly, the minister assiduously frequented the theaters.
One day old stick commitment to Lapa: could restore the Teatro São João, which is part of the cultural history of Paraná.
Regina Duarte lit up the stage as his talent, the reopening.
The distension of President Geisel worked very well in the cultural and contributed to the restoration of democracy.
That would be just information in memory.
But the other day I met a dear Fernanda Montenegro in Opera Wire.
She embraced me very affectionately and said:
- From all this, Ney, owe a lot to you!
But I remember that for me, a lot of it started with the theatrical performances that enchanted boy da Lapa and created between him and the stage, a relationship of love rapture.
Ney Braga, lapiano, was mayor of Curitiba, Twice ^ esgovernador Paraná minister and two folders.
Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.
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