My Mother

I’m writing about my mother because she died last year, 2018. She was ninty years old. She was born in “Poble Sec”, an neighbourhood in Barcelona. When she was a child and young women, she lived the Civil War. In 1939, she went to live to a little village, next to Barcelona. She had a nice figure maybe because in a village the meals were basic, for exemple vegetables, fruit, chicken, eggs and milk.

When she was a teenager, she went to work to the textile industries in Colonia Güell every day and later she worked as a secretary in Barcelona. Every day she rode on the bike from home to train station of the neighbour village. She arrived in Barcelona and then she walked half an hour to her job.

She lived many changes in politics,technology and family. She was a progressive woman in the new times. And she was a journalist for ten years in the sixties. She has three children but she continued studying, travelling and she wrote a lot of books and created a collection for a museum. And that was a nice experience for me.

Happy New Year 2020, Mum !