Then, we all went back to sleep again. May ad Dad never heard my crying, good s they were to sleep… As Mum was at a very tender age …Abuelita moved from bosom milk to bottle milk….It was easier and less painful for her,I’m proud to say that we were a happy family. I still remember our walks by the sea, our long footing from Cambridge to Granchester, walking away, going an return, snow or no snow, summer and winter, as a ritual, from 8 in the morning till 1 p.m, having a cup of tea at Mayer and Doris Forts, with scones waiting for us at their place: and hot bread and butter with marble cake for lunch, a soon as we entered to our new house. Abuelo enjoyed a lot these strolls’, which kept his forces to watch our growing up and supervised our studies. Sundays were special days. I remember Abuelo walking about, despite cold weather:
Abuelo was able to accept any jokes, stories, presents given, presents taken, to travel, except not to study, not to read, not to debate with solids bases of logical thinking and data. We all knew that all the family was wise and well read, as ever since Mum and Aunt Paula were pushed to the best of knowledge, alongside with abuelita. There were days to walk, but most of the time, days to red, do task works a compositions. Same as he did with Aunt and Mum, he used to do with us. Debates were not pardon, with solid basis of knowledge. May and I entered Abuelo´s study to sort out questions and queries. He was very patient and knew how to explain: he had been an academic and a Professor for more than 50 years. We got used to his miss pronunciation, a result of all the languages he used along his long life. Abuelo was my example for reading, same s our parents uses to do with us. Abuelo was very delicate an did not use to interfere in the way our parents used to tell us: he was an extra lecturer, as the main ones wee Mum and Dad.