<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:25:03.871-08:00</updated><category term='Varanda'/><category term='Lago do Gadanha'/><category term='A minha casa'/><category term='As nossas férias'/><category term='Orfeâo Tomaz Alcaide'/><category term='O meu pai'/><category term='Tomaz Alcaide'/><category term='O meu avô'/><category term='Património'/><category term='Escola Primária'/><category term='Escola Secundária'/><category term='Primos'/><category term='Igreja de S. Francisco'/><category term='Fonte das Bicas'/><category term='Casamento dos meus pais'/><category term='Comunhão Solene'/><category term='Milha'/><category term='A minha mãe'/><category term='Castelo'/><category term='Eu'/><category term='Regimento de Cavalaria 3'/><category term='Os meus avós'/><title type='text'>Olhando Estremoz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-676747296724448766</id><published>2011-03-14T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:22:56.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Património'/><title type='text'>Chegada à cidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BvzfBHE8riQ/TX6IEaNbhkI/AAAAAAAAD3g/gnDngE0Bpcs/s1600/GadanhaNet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BvzfBHE8riQ/TX6IEaNbhkI/AAAAAAAAD3g/gnDngE0Bpcs/s640/GadanhaNet.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-2714475273201286150?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2714475273201286150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/lago-do-gadanha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/2714475273201286150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/2714475273201286150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/lago-do-gadanha.html' title='Lago do Gadanha'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BvzfBHE8riQ/TX6IEaNbhkI/AAAAAAAAD3g/gnDngE0Bpcs/s72-c/GadanhaNet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-7216794669258099831</id><published>2011-03-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:29:36.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Património'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fonte das Bicas'/><title type='text'>Fonte das quatro bicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SdtGplCRUgo/TX6JGpR15PI/AAAAAAAAD3o/1xvoPIU81gk/s1600/estendal+copyNet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SdtGplCRUgo/TX6JGpR15PI/AAAAAAAAD3o/1xvoPIU81gk/s640/estendal+copyNet.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-3680068825443635391?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3680068825443635391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/portas-do-castelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3680068825443635391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3680068825443635391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/portas-do-castelo.html' title='Portas do Castelo'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SdtGplCRUgo/TX6JGpR15PI/AAAAAAAAD3o/1xvoPIU81gk/s72-c/estendal+copyNet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-3108263191116293490</id><published>2009-06-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:38:12.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os meus avós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>A minha história...</title><content type='html'>...os meus avós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZL5f3sUJI/AAAAAAAABqo/_AZyCTShQvg/s1600-h/Av%C3%B3s+e+filhos+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361055857610870930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZL5f3sUJI/AAAAAAAABqo/_AZyCTShQvg/s320/Av%C3%B3s+e+filhos+copy.jpg" style="height: 489px; width: 344px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que tudo começou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um casal com quatro filhos, dois rapazes e duas raparigas, ou seja, os meus avós maternos, a minha mãe e os meus tios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Da esquerda para a direita: Maria José Silveira (minha mãe), Mariana Silveira (minha avó), Francisco Silveira e Fernando Silveira (tios), Fernando Nobre da Silveira (avô), Lucrécia Silveira (tia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361071407711588338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZaCognD_I/AAAAAAAABqw/Es3bFEMQc28/s320/casaAv%C3%B3s+copy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 291px; width: 390px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moravam nesta casa, (apenas fotografei a fachada porque hoje está abandonada e deteriorada).&lt;br /&gt;Certamente não mora lá ninguém há muitos anos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmenxVH02NI/AAAAAAAABrs/7F70lyCUbsE/s1600-h/2009-07-23.06+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361438347333261522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmenxVH02NI/AAAAAAAABrs/7F70lyCUbsE/s400/2009-07-23.06+copy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 292px; width: 390px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lembro-me dela de madeira, sempre muito pintada, com um postigo em cima, as paredes em seu redor caiadas da branca cal alentejana e o nº da porta, 30, muito perceptível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou à janela com a minha tia avó Rita e uma vizinha (tinha poucos meses).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SprpQPp6OFI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/FZaSUp_Hpo8/s1600-h/av%C3%B3s+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865570509600850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SprpQPp6OFI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/FZaSUp_Hpo8/s400/av%C3%B3s+copy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 420px; width: 521px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina das tranças, sou eu ao colo do meu avô Fernando, com três anos.&lt;br /&gt;Assinalados estão a minha avó Mariana e o meu primo Zé, com 6 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numa festa da Sociedade Recreativa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Estremocense&lt;/span&gt;, mais conhecido por "Porta Nova".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dos meus avós paternos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que avô Jaime Fragoso, adoeceu muito novo e acabou por deixar a família quando o meu pai ainda só tinha nove anos e mais quatro irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixou nenhum registo fotográfico, por isso nunca o conheci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnBlnashgsI/AAAAAAAABuE/hOG_jAfkyDo/s1600-h/2009-07-29+15-45-07_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363898884053631682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnBlnashgsI/AAAAAAAABuE/hOG_jAfkyDo/s400/2009-07-29+15-45-07_0009.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 380px; width: 253px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha avó Ângela Fragoso deixou-nos quando eu tinha dez anos e muito poucas recordações dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eram todos naturais de Lisboa (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alcântara&lt;/span&gt; e Alfama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-3108263191116293490?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3108263191116293490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-meus-avos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3108263191116293490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3108263191116293490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-meus-avos.html' title='A minha história...'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZL5f3sUJI/AAAAAAAABqo/_AZyCTShQvg/s72-c/Av%C3%B3s+e+filhos+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-241247762628971013</id><published>2009-06-21T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:19:42.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O meu pai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>O meu pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmejFSILF-I/AAAAAAAABrk/O_9-4a0t02o/s1600-h/Pai+CVP+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361433192568657890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmejFSILF-I/AAAAAAAABrk/O_9-4a0t02o/s400/Pai+CVP+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZf4AAMwFI/AAAAAAAABq4/pPsrhZp96Wk/s1600-h/Pai_CVP+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361077822109302866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZf4AAMwFI/AAAAAAAABq4/pPsrhZp96Wk/s320/Pai_CVP+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O meu pai fez serviço na &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de Estremoz, sobretudo como condutor das ambulâncias, embora também fizesse qualquer outra actividade necessária&lt;br /&gt;Na foto superior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tem várias medalhas de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distinção&lt;/span&gt; e muito boas recordações, sobretudo passadas em Fátima, quando acompanhava e ajudava os peregrinos. O Santuário é um local que ainda hoje gosta de visitar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361081505065229346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZjOYFUXCI/AAAAAAAABrI/20KNcqQbYvI/s320/_7212897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nessa altura a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, era neste espaço que se guardavam as várias &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ambulâncias&lt;/span&gt;, e por vezes realizavam-se festas e bailes. Hoje também está abandonado porque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;construíram&lt;/span&gt; novas instalações na periferia da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sm4cWURNQEI/AAAAAAAABss/do5v3_DeaZw/s1600-h/_7212955+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363255375968419906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sm4cWURNQEI/AAAAAAAABss/do5v3_DeaZw/s400/_7212955+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mais tarde foi funcionário da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SICA&lt;/span&gt;, Sociedade Industrial e Comercial de Azeites, hoje também desactivada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnywSPEB0PI/AAAAAAAABvE/-0uSqMu2DMc/s1600-h/Cris+com+pai+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 433px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367358683246350578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnywSPEB0PI/AAAAAAAABvE/-0uSqMu2DMc/s320/Cris+com+pai+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aqui estou eu com o meu pai, com cerca de cinco anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stávamos&lt;/span&gt; num casamento, por isso eu chupava uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amêndoa&lt;/span&gt;. ________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362847544288663778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmypbY3m2OI/AAAAAAAABsE/c8s9HKTIlRY/s320/Pai009+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu pai, actualmente, no dia do seu 89º aniversário que festejámos em 23 de Fevereiro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361083511540457298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmZlDKySn1I/AAAAAAAABrQ/FJHhxIJKRa8/s320/_7212909.copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No jardim está um busto de homenagem a Henri &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fundador da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Internacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A sangrenta batalha ocorrida, em 1859, em Solferino e o manuscrito de Jean Henry Dunant originaram o nascimento de um movimento humanitário que se estendeu a todos os cantos da terra - A Cruz Vermelha e o Crescente Vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Em sua homenagem, o dia do seu nascimento é comemorado em todo o mundo como o Dia Mundial da Cruz Vermelha e do Crescente Vermelho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-241247762628971013?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/241247762628971013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-meus-pais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/241247762628971013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/241247762628971013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-meus-pais.html' title='O meu pai'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmejFSILF-I/AAAAAAAABrk/O_9-4a0t02o/s72-c/Pai+CVP+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-4513807921655456001</id><published>2009-06-21T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:46:34.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orfeâo Tomaz Alcaide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha mãe'/><title type='text'>A minha mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3mfk2X2LI/AAAAAAAABvk/HNeNyyLCCs4/s1600-h/mae20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367699761037564082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3mfk2X2LI/AAAAAAAABvk/HNeNyyLCCs4/s320/mae20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fez parte do Orfeão Tomaz Alcaide, que foi fundado em 16 de Março de 1930.&lt;br /&gt;Durante anos apresentaram-se tanto como grupo coral como grupo teatral.&lt;br /&gt;Actuaram muitas vezes fora de Estremoz, percorrendo várias salas de espectáculo do país.&lt;br /&gt;Esta foto foi tirada durante uma pequena digressão pelo Algarve com a peça Chitas e Buréis.&lt;br /&gt;Feitiço de Ilusão e SOS são também exemplos de peças de sucesso que apresentaram entre o ano de 1947 e 1950.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Grupo Coral também dava muitos espectáculos e era composto por cerca de oitenta elementos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 472px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518287044451666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYzjLkwnVI/AAAAAAAABi8/wWoCoUhQJrw/s400/orfe%C3%A3o+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esta foto, data de 1951 e mostra alguns dos elementos do Orfeão numa das suas deslocações, ao Algarve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(assinalados, o meu avô e a minha mãe, que integraram durante anos este Orfeão) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn2Ubm3jwBI/AAAAAAAABvM/MIBYN3OlVok/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367609532906455058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn2Ubm3jwBI/AAAAAAAABvM/MIBYN3OlVok/s320/praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aqui estamos nós na praia da Figuera da Foz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Smy78ylhawI/AAAAAAAABsM/EKAtJgZrRWk/s1600-h/M%C3%A3e2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867909337115394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Smy78ylhawI/AAAAAAAABsM/EKAtJgZrRWk/s320/M%C3%A3e2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A minha mãe, actualmente, no dia em que festejámos o seu 77º Aniversário, a 11 de Maio de 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Este Orfeão ainda existe, como grupo coral, mas apenas com 22 elementos e este ano conseguiram gravar o seu primeiro Cd, que será lançado em Setembro de 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É actualmente dirigido pelo maestro Edgar Saramago e tem estes elementos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361449250257780178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Smexr9rmPdI/AAAAAAAABr8/3uYPEQSbnBo/s320/_7212885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Há dois anos que ocupa novas instalações e está mais também vocacionada para outras actividades físicas, com destaque para o ballet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-4513807921655456001?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4513807921655456001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/orfeao-tomaz-alcaide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/4513807921655456001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/4513807921655456001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/orfeao-tomaz-alcaide.html' title='A minha mãe'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3mfk2X2LI/AAAAAAAABvk/HNeNyyLCCs4/s72-c/mae20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-6205905224252886344</id><published>2009-06-21T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:16:33.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casamento dos meus pais'/><title type='text'>Casamento dos meus pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3qmGFbA_I/AAAAAAAABvs/1snMDaqgG7E/s1600-h/Casamento1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367704271084782578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3qmGFbA_I/AAAAAAAABvs/1snMDaqgG7E/s320/Casamento1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casaram em 17 de Outubro de 1954, na Capela da Nª Sª da Conceição, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fotografada agora por mim, em 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn33wzVmbSI/AAAAAAAABv8/0Q3u8rWDbO0/s1600-h/_7212984copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718748682087714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn33wzVmbSI/AAAAAAAABv8/0Q3u8rWDbO0/s320/_7212984copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Capela de NªSª da Conceição)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-6205905224252886344?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6205905224252886344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/casamento-dos-meus-pais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6205905224252886344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6205905224252886344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/casamento-dos-meus-pais.html' title='Casamento dos meus pais'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn3qmGFbA_I/AAAAAAAABvs/1snMDaqgG7E/s72-c/Casamento1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-6780872405590921684</id><published>2009-05-30T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:10:46.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Os meus primos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SqOjvkBPwKI/AAAAAAAAB04/cxZptEy8vQA/s1600-h/Primos+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378322417528586402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SqOjvkBPwKI/AAAAAAAAB04/cxZptEy8vQA/s200/Primos+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SqOjv9-MBUI/AAAAAAAAB1A/8UUOs-50bro/s1600-h/Primos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378322424495080770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SqOjv9-MBUI/AAAAAAAAB1A/8UUOs-50bro/s200/Primos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Como nunca tive irmãos, fazia dos meus primos os meus melhores amigos e companheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje me parece que os filhos deles são meus sobrinhos em vez de primos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;juntávamos&lt;/span&gt; era uma brincadeira pegada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na foto superior, eu comia uma laranja, enquanto o primo Zé tapava um formigueiro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na foto inferior, perto do Natal de 1962, e já a morarem em Lisboa, tiraram esta foto onde estão os dois e enviaram-me para Estremoz. Lembro-me de ter visto a foto e ter muita pena de não estar lá com eles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Zé tem mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt; anos que eu e o Pedro menos três. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoje, só um de nós ainda não tem netos. Como o tempo passa e por vezes nos afasta. Mas apenas fisicamente, porque os sentimentos não mudam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-6780872405590921684?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6780872405590921684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-meus-primos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6780872405590921684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6780872405590921684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-meus-primos.html' title='Os meus primos'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SqOjvkBPwKI/AAAAAAAAB04/cxZptEy8vQA/s72-c/Primos+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-5751467195074479981</id><published>2009-05-30T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:13:49.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varanda'/><title type='text'>A minha Varanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morei num segundo andar de uma casa existente numa das ruas mais antigas de Estremoz. Como não tinha irmãos, habituei-me a brincar sozinha e a maior parte do tempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era passado numa grande varanda que tinhamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a casa está desabitada: no muro da varanda existem ervas onde outrota existiam vasos de barro, pintados de vermelho, com flores plantadas pela minha mãe ou pela minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o aspecto exterior é este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Si5x_k5RY7I/AAAAAAAABfc/4BSuDp-CC3c/s1600-h/_6060736+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335144784946098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Si5x_k5RY7I/AAAAAAAABfc/4BSuDp-CC3c/s400/_6060736+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aspecto interior cinco décadas atras, era este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIxqQoCHbI/AAAAAAAABgU/3GKwmc4y8f0/s1600-h/Cris2anos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346390309729344946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIxqQoCHbI/AAAAAAAABgU/3GKwmc4y8f0/s320/Cris2anos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIxqW5A1oI/AAAAAAAABgc/C32-aIV7fek/s1600-h/Cris4anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346390311411177090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIxqW5A1oI/AAAAAAAABgc/C32-aIV7fek/s320/Cris4anos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-5751467195074479981?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5751467195074479981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/varanda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5751467195074479981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5751467195074479981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/varanda.html' title='A minha Varanda'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Si5x_k5RY7I/AAAAAAAABfc/4BSuDp-CC3c/s72-c/_6060736+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-5105250142652663693</id><published>2009-05-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:45:41.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milha'/><title type='text'>A minha casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmcVxqWJ0WI/AAAAAAAABrc/fMh9Ott6S94/s1600-h/_7212890copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277824332845410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmcVxqWJ0WI/AAAAAAAABrc/fMh9Ott6S94/s400/_7212890copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morei aqui durante 11 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Também esta janela já não é de madeira como era, e a casa também está desabitada e muito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;envelhecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYlYMYiiVI/AAAAAAAABiU/TiYR7LkViwQ/s1600-h/_6060733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502705120282962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYlYMYiiVI/AAAAAAAABiU/TiYR7LkViwQ/s400/_6060733+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIuCW9udlI/AAAAAAAABgM/v8AMJQjmuCs/s1600-h/_6060735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346386325701293650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjIuCW9udlI/AAAAAAAABgM/v8AMJQjmuCs/s400/_6060735+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daquela minha janela podia ver estas duas ruas, que hoje permanecem iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas algumas casas comerciais foram modernizadas ou mudaram de ramo.&lt;br /&gt;As vizinhas, claro, também nem todas são as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;As mais idosas já não estão entre nós e as mais novas, cresceram, mudaram-se,&lt;br /&gt;foram atrás de uma vida melhor ...&lt;br /&gt;Mantém-se aqui, a nossa amiga "Milha", como carinhosamente lhe chamo.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço-lhe a paciência que teve para as minhas faltas de apetite e por aturar as minhas birras e casmurrices sempre com muito carinho e dedicação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Smes5yyDapI/AAAAAAAABr0/WK6xnn2PI6I/s1600-h/2009-07-23.07+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361443990292097682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Smes5yyDapI/AAAAAAAABr0/WK6xnn2PI6I/s200/2009-07-23.07+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Milha!&lt;br /&gt;(foto de 19-12-1968) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-5105250142652663693?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5105250142652663693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/da-minha-janela.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5105250142652663693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5105250142652663693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/da-minha-janela.html' title='A minha casa'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SmcVxqWJ0WI/AAAAAAAABrc/fMh9Ott6S94/s72-c/_7212890copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-7023396255735008975</id><published>2009-05-30T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:48:20.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As nossas férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O meu pai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha mãe'/><title type='text'>As nossas férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Spr46MUssAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/96TkG0lLvUg/s1600-h/praia+pais+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375882783844249602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Spr46MUssAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/96TkG0lLvUg/s400/praia+pais+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passávamos sempre duas semanas de férias, por ano, na Costa da Caparica, na antiga FNAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logo de manhã íamos à praia, que eu adorava, de tarde passeávamos pelos pinhais, andava de bicicleta e comia sempre um gelado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro-me de todos os anos trazer um saco de pinhões, porque era muito divertido encontrá-los debaixo dos pinheiros e um saco com uma séria de minúsculos bonecos do Walt Disney que vinha dentro dos gelados e eu coleccionava com muito interesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por curiosidade... naquele tempo só havia duas marcas de gelados, Olá e Rájá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-7023396255735008975?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7023396255735008975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-nossas-ferias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/7023396255735008975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/7023396255735008975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-nossas-ferias.html' title='As nossas férias'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Spr46MUssAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/96TkG0lLvUg/s72-c/praia+pais+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-6340066188471145903</id><published>2009-05-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:48:07.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola Primária'/><title type='text'>A minha Escola Primária</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347488554680705202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYYgh414LI/AAAAAAAABiE/KB912WzQb1E/s400/P3280572+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A porta assinalada à esquerda, que hoje tem dois degraus, passou a ser em 1959 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(tinha eu cinco anos) a minha escola primária. Era uma escola de ensino particular.&lt;br /&gt;Só tinha um degrau, mais propriamente um "poial" enorme, que as minhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pequenas pernas com alguma dificuldade subiam.&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro andar havia meninos e uma professora, a D. Maria Antónia Martinez.&lt;br /&gt;Amedrontada, envergonhada e lavada em lágrimas lá fui ficando dia após dia.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim já gostava muito de ir à escola, adorava a professora, os colegas e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sobretudo aprender coisas novas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje guardo um minúsculo livro de capa preta onde, em cada período escolar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a D.Maria Antónia fazia a nossa avaliação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ao passar aqui, recordo sobretudo a grande professora e poetisa, que faleceu aos 100 anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uma parte do que sou hoje é o resultado do trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Si5vzePXsgI/AAAAAAAABfU/QFZBvVHkE0o/s1600-h/turma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345332737816900098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Si5vzePXsgI/AAAAAAAABfU/QFZBvVHkE0o/s400/turma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um grupo de amigos meus, alguns destes meninos também frequentaram esta escola até à 4ª classe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(a menina assinalada sou eu com 4 anos!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjVzMUZuMwI/AAAAAAAABh0/h7-yczdoBjg/s1600-h/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347306788044550914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjVzMUZuMwI/AAAAAAAABh0/h7-yczdoBjg/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fila de baixo, com batas castanhas e monograma bordado a branco,&lt;br /&gt;era a turma da 4ª classe, em 1963, num passeio ao Castelo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(a menina assinalada, sou eu outra vez, mas já com 8 anos!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYiZ8lx9KI/AAAAAAAABiM/cCjAkcF80s4/s1600-h/_6060748+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499436705707170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYiZ8lx9KI/AAAAAAAABiM/cCjAkcF80s4/s400/_6060748+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esta é a mesma escada onde a turma estava sentada, mas fotografada, em Junho de 2009, do lado do Castelo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-6340066188471145903?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6340066188471145903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/escola-primaria.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6340066188471145903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/6340066188471145903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/escola-primaria.html' title='A minha Escola Primária'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYYgh414LI/AAAAAAAABiE/KB912WzQb1E/s72-c/P3280572+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-9182963643887532010</id><published>2009-05-30T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:32:28.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regimento de Cavalaria 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O meu avô'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Regimento de Cavalaria 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn7xPnFvTUI/AAAAAAAABwE/DFL5BPURNMo/s1600-h/_7212925+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367993056365595970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn7xPnFvTUI/AAAAAAAABwE/DFL5BPURNMo/s320/_7212925+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Regimento de Cavalaria 3 de Estremoz, que está a comemorar esta semana 299 anos, era um dos meus divertimentos de criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é, periodicamente às 3ª feiras pelo entardecer, havia o render da guarda, com cavalos montados por militares a tocarem corneta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ia quase sempre com o meu avô e adorava ouvir e ver aquela cerimonia militar "a fanfarra", como eu dizia, não sei se bem ou mal, mas ficava fascinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu avô partiu em Julho de 1961, quando eu tinha seis anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn8_-trrsAI/AAAAAAAABwU/Ogg8ffKkCd0/s1600-h/chris6anos+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368079627496173570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn8_-trrsAI/AAAAAAAABwU/Ogg8ffKkCd0/s320/chris6anos+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mas ainda hoje o recordo. A sua companhia, o seu rosto, a dedicação, o modo simpático e como brincava comigo todos os serões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também era ele que me cortava a franja, sentada em cima de uma mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Era proprietário de uma barbearia no Rossio e era barbeiro de profissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Spr5rQ3VEgI/AAAAAAAAB0g/E4TJfcN3MdE/s1600-h/avo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375883626876834306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Spr5rQ3VEgI/AAAAAAAAB0g/E4TJfcN3MdE/s400/avo+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje gosto de ver tudo o que sejam desfiles militares dos vários ramos das Forças Armadas, embora seja completamente contra qualquer tipo de guerra ou de arma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-9182963643887532010?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/9182963643887532010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/regimento-de-cavalaria-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/9182963643887532010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/9182963643887532010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/regimento-de-cavalaria-3.html' title='Regimento de Cavalaria 3'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn7xPnFvTUI/AAAAAAAABwE/DFL5BPURNMo/s72-c/_7212925+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-3523866005280052472</id><published>2009-05-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:45:22.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunhão Solene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Património'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja de S. Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Igreja de S. Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnypMVPS7bI/AAAAAAAABu0/Qx04p9wyF-U/s1600-h/_7212921+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367350885243612594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnypMVPS7bI/AAAAAAAABu0/Qx04p9wyF-U/s320/_7212921+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A igreja de S. Francisco faz parte do convento com o mesmo nome, cuja fundação ocorreu no séc. XIII. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A igreja foi construída neste reinado, por vontade da sua esposa, a rainha D. Beatriz de Gusmão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofreu diversas alterações ao longo dos vários reinados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi nesta igreja que fiz a primeira comunhão e a comunhão solene. Assistia à missa todos as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manhãs&lt;/span&gt; de Domingo, muitas vezes ajudando no peditório. No fim da missa o padre Martins oferecia-nos um santinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também era ele que me dava catequese e todos os alunos gostavam muito ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mês de Maio, havia a habitual novena, onde eu participava todos os anos e muitas vezes, vestida de anjo a distribuir pétalas de rosa pelo chão, com mais 5 meninas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era uma cerimónia muita bonita em que participavam muitos habitantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnypMfcb_WI/AAAAAAAABu8/F6SaHcooAXc/s1600-h/Comunhao+solene+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367350887983086946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnypMfcb_WI/AAAAAAAABu8/F6SaHcooAXc/s320/Comunhao+solene+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Foi assim que fiz a minha Comunhão Solene &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-3523866005280052472?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3523866005280052472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/igreja-de-s-francisco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3523866005280052472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3523866005280052472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/igreja-de-s-francisco.html' title='Igreja de S. Francisco'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnypMVPS7bI/AAAAAAAABu0/Qx04p9wyF-U/s72-c/_7212921+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-5337226293815793252</id><published>2009-05-30T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:44:42.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola Secundária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>A minha Escola Secundária</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT6Xs3EBI/AAAAAAAABuM/y56MGY6sXM0/s1600-h/_7212959+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365709005806571538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT6Xs3EBI/AAAAAAAABuM/y56MGY6sXM0/s400/_7212959+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT6lLf4yI/AAAAAAAABuU/nqxw7I0dhYU/s1600-h/_7212961+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365709009424737058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT6lLf4yI/AAAAAAAABuU/nqxw7I0dhYU/s400/_7212961+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT63NdIBI/AAAAAAAABuc/YHobaxBCFsM/s1600-h/_7212965+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365709014264782866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT63NdIBI/AAAAAAAABuc/YHobaxBCFsM/s400/_7212965+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se chamava Escola Secundária da Rainha Santa Isabel, mas sim Escola Comercial e Industrial de Estremoz, e foi aqui que frequentei o primeiro ano do Ciclo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Preparatório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era muito boa aluna, respeitadora e cumpridora, como quase todos os alunos das décadas de 60/70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SncS5u5aLXI/AAAAAAAABuk/7uAAHYdXmB4/s1600-h/Chris9+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365778264085900658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SncS5u5aLXI/AAAAAAAABuk/7uAAHYdXmB4/s320/Chris9+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta foto, foi tirada para fazer a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;matrícula&lt;/span&gt; nesta escola.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha 9 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os tempos eram outros e as regras também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;podíamos&lt;/span&gt; entrar na escola sem as batas brancas com o distintivo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;podíamos&lt;/span&gt; usar calças, e os casacos ficavam no vestiário da entrada, tudo era branco lá dentro....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não nos juntavamos com os rapazes. tinhamos aulas, recreio, cantina... tudo em separado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Os meus tempos livres eram passados no ginásio, disciplina que adorava e que ainda hoje me arrependo de não ter seguido, ou na biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;Não podiamos andar nos corredores nem fazer nenhum barulho enquanto decorriam as aulas, mesmo que tivessemos tido uma "borla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi no final deste ano que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;saímos&lt;/span&gt; de Estremoz e viajamos até terras de Angola, Luanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-5337226293815793252?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5337226293815793252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ensino-secundario.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5337226293815793252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/5337226293815793252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ensino-secundario.html' title='A minha Escola Secundária'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SnbT6Xs3EBI/AAAAAAAABuM/y56MGY6sXM0/s72-c/_7212959+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195185859863339168.post-3329577977904062680</id><published>2009-05-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:36:01.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Património'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomaz Alcaide'/><title type='text'>Tomaz Alcaide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347504345340359634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYm3qres9I/AAAAAAAABik/953ku16yEfc/s400/_6060647+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomás Alcaide, de nome completo Tomás de Aquino Carmelo Alcaide&lt;br /&gt;(Estremoz, 16 de Fevereiro de 1901- Lisboa, 9 de Novembro de 1967) foi um tenor português.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonou os seus estudos em Medicina para se dedicar de corpo e alma ao&lt;br /&gt;canto e à vida musical.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1925, partiu para Itália onde, em Milão, se estreou em 5 de Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;desse ano na ópera &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mignon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Após ter estado cinco anos em Itália, foi seleccionado para a estreia mundial de As Preciosas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rídiculas&lt;/span&gt;, de F. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Latuada&lt;/span&gt;, e para actuar no Teatro Scala de Milão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma figura presente em vários cartazes líricos da Europa e América,&lt;br /&gt;até se retirar em 1948.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ano regressou a Portugal, colaborando com Companhia Portuguesa de Ópera.&lt;br /&gt;Escreveu a obra Um Cantor no Palco e na Vida (1961), uma obra autobiográfica. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn9PDA5mT5I/AAAAAAAABwc/5lHLilD1faA/s1600-h/_7212883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096194048708498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/Sn9PDA5mT5I/AAAAAAAABwc/5lHLilD1faA/s320/_7212883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Estremoz, apenas esta estátua, o seu nome no orfeão e uma fotografia na parede de uma das salas o homenageia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195185859863339168-3329577977904062680?l=olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3329577977904062680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomaz-alcaide-e-o-orfeao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3329577977904062680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195185859863339168/posts/default/3329577977904062680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhandoestremoz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomaz-alcaide-e-o-orfeao.html' title='Tomaz Alcaide'/><author><name>Cristina Mestre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuG9mp6PW7I/Tq2iGq7shXI/AAAAAAAAGAU/yMBHK8F3g9A/s220/P9265109copy_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb9LqVqqomk/SjYm3qres9I/AAAAAAAABik/953ku16yEfc/s72-c/_6060647+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
