Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother

  • Dates
    2017 - Ongoing
  • Author
  • Topics Portrait, Social Issues, Documentary
  • Location Portugal, Portugal

Dear Ana is about my journey back to my grandmother’s motherland, Portugal. It's the photographic diary of my return to the land of my ancestors.Its also a socially engaged collaborative project, mixing fantasy and reality, with the people I encountered. An European story, a perfect time to tell it.

Dear Ana -Postcards for my grandmother

The project Dear Ana is about my journey back to my grandmother’s motherland, Portugal. It's the photographic diary of my return to the land of my ancestors. A trip I did for myself and for my grandmother who could never return in life. Its also a socially engaged collaborative project, mixing fantasy and reality, with the people I encountered. They were invited to write Ana a postcard as if they were her personal friends. The friends she never had but believed she did while dying with Alzheimer's in Brazil 12 years ago. And in the process I discovered relatives we never knew existed.

The Portuguese have an intense relationship with the sea. They say "Alem Mar-Beyond the Sea" -to describe the people that have gone, or the things that exist beyond the ocean. My grandmother Ana made that crossing to Brazil as a young girl and I came back from there. With me I brought her longing and her ashes.

In her final years in Brazil- with her memory already confused by the onslaught of Alzheimer's - Portugal grew bigger in my granny’s consciousness. Even though she had left so early, memories of her early childhood became increasingly vivid and her impressions of her motherland very real. Her soul created imaginary friends and now, years later I went to look for them.

In April 2017 I made a journey back to her small town of Mundão (big world in Portuguese) to find people that could have been her friends and invite them to write her a postcard - those cards and letters she never received. In the cards they "tell her” of their pains and joys. From the oldest man in town to younger kid, all understood it was fictional, "romance" they would say. Their photos are in the front of each postcard. Through them I learn what her life might have been like, had she not gone to Brazil, beyond the sea.

As well as the postcards made with the inhabitants of the small village of Mundão, a more subtle series of images started to emerge as a diary. They reflect of how incredibly moved I was by what I found, by my encounters with the people of my ancestors land, their spaces, the ruins of long abandoned houses, the landscape...

My granny was born 100 years ago. This is a personal journey that hopes to also touch on the universality of immigration as a subject. Europe seems to be engulfed more than ever in a borders and nationalism debate as part of the populist mood sweeping much of the world right now.
It’s therefore easy to forget that, in the past, people have left this continent en masse. Some never came back, others did or their descendants did. The longing that occurs when someone abandons their land in any point in history is also a pain that is universal independently of status and location.

This is an European immigration story and this is a perfect time to tell it.We have always moved. Europe has for so long been receiving people but also losing them to new continents. I want to see and show people for the individuals they are and not some distorted idea of what they represent.

I hope that when this project is finished it will include:

My returning journey "diary" with photos and personal words

The written postcards by Ana's fictitious friends

Archive documents of my immigrant family (photos, birth certificate, immigration port stamp when entering Brazil)

Examples of the 3 types of images described above are submitted. With the grant money I would like to go back to Mundão to finalise the project and hope to publish a book.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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"Dear Ana” is a highly participatory project which involves the inhabitants of my granny's Portuguese native little town of Mundão (meaning big world). They wrote Ana, my granny, a postcard as if they were her personal friends. The friends she never had but believed she did while dying of Alzheimer's in Brazil 12 years ago. I also write to her while registering my search for signs of her presence anywhere and everywhere. This visual diary with my words reflect of how incredibly moved I was by what I found, by my encounters with the people of my ancestors land, their spaces, the ruins of long abandoned houses, the landscape...

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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After the plane journey I am in the slow train from Lisbon to Viseu in the north. We are well into the country side and the sun is setting... I keep looking out and wondering how it felt for you to make this long journey as a young child, going by train to the coast and from there on a ship. A journey to the completely unknown of 1920s South America. I look outside and see a women's face in the fields....

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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One of the most striking things about coming back to the land of your ancestors is that you keep seeing people on the streets that remind you of your relatives...Your great uncle from your childhood, your great granny in the way she smiled in pictures, even the way you granny moved…I keep having flashbacks of seating in squares of your São Paulo childhood with you and granddad Its all a cloud of memories and sensations. Hard to translate in words as so fleeting but so intense. Just in the cells...

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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So Ana, it turns out that the register of your birth was not housed in that beautiful old building which was for very old documents, before your time. But as it turns out is here in an old book at a new office along side car tax registers and all sorts of contemporary documents. I give your name and date of birth and while I wait seating behind the counter I reflect on how we archive different past lives in different ways. Yes you were not museum worthy Crescenciana Espirito Santo but you so mattered to me. Wondered how much you knew that.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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It seems to me that you, avó Ana had quite a few frustrations in life. A woman of simple origins but many dreams, you were beautiful and talented with artistic tendencies. I know you wanted to play the piano but your strict father did not let you. As a young woman you had a beautiful smile framed by shiny curly hair so you were allowed to be a "hair model where only a tiny bit of your face was shown". All of those things I heard from you as a child and now come back to me. Perhaps you told me so much in the hope that things would be different for me. That I would not live a life of unfulfilled dreams...Thanks for your gifts Ana!

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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Mundão, in the district of Viseu, means "big world" but with under 3 thousand inhabitants big is just in the name. When you grandmother were born, in 1920 you were one of only 893 people.I find myself in front of the old abandoned houses, in contemplation trying to guess if it would have been here that you lived as a baby. It should have been a modest place as you must have been very poor. Why otherwise would your young family leave to the completely unknown of another continent?

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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It is hard to choose if I look IN or OUT. IN is a world of memories, details, stories... OUT is the flowers, the ruins, the expanse, the air...

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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Towards the end of your life, as lights were switching off, you talked of the smells and the lemon and orange trees. Ana, you were so young when your family left to Brazil. How could you have known that Mundão in Spring smells intensely of fresh grass, flowers and fruits? Why do some memories and sensations seem to be held by the soul as final offerings? Like gifts kept for the reckoning time, when life is about to end…

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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Growing up in Brazil, Catholicism is ingrained in your life, even if you do not go to the church every Sunday. It's only natural therefore that I find myself in the Good Friday parade, such an important Easter tradition. I thought I was just going for a little look but found myself following all the way through and into the beautiful cathedral where it ends. It's Mary who got me transfixed and who I followed closely. Her porcelain face and glue tears just made me stay. The pain of a mother who loses her child is unbearable in any faith, time and culture. Its pain across the ages...

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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And you, my beautiful grandmother, Ana lost your son when he was only 21. I was nearly 2 by then and am told my youngest uncle loved me dearly. I know I carry this loss in me. Your illuminated granny's face that smiled tenderly at your first grandaugther went dark.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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My uncle's death is huge in our family yet not talked about much.I was under 2 but I know that for a while I lost your gaze, so unbearable your pain was. My still young mum was about to give birth to my sister and while facing her own loss supported you granny, her mother. You, previously so present in my life, went into your pain.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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Red was your favourite colour. Dear Ana, you would fit right back in Mundão. A community that seems to live in harmony and a little unaware of current world turbulences. Where there is no market or big coffee shop but the world is put to rights over the public clothes washing. A place a bit out of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book or a Saramago kind of world. Where everyone is accepted and have a role to play and families have known each other for many generations. The elderly lady who only wears black lives by the church and the Brazilian priest is a progressive cultured philosopher of a man. A sleepy place that can be awaken by a stubborn horse that disturbs the Sunday post mass slumber... It feels like I have been dreaming for 3 weeks and like a long time has passed as so intense have my interactions been. Soon back to the "real world" of planes and straight lines, of coffee shop chains and sterilised​ toilettes My heart is a little bit in Mundão now. But it’s ok as I discovered our roots and even a brand new set of relatives that you never knew we had.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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Granny, do you know that at 98, Antonio Sebastião is the oldest man in Mundão? He was born in 1919, a year before you but was too young to remember anyone from your family. If you had not emigrated you would have known each other, you might even have been friends. I look around his house and wonder if you Ana would have lived somewhere like this. Like so many around here, Antonio also spent sometime in Brazil but says his "body did not agree with Rio de Janeiro's climate" so after 5 years he came back with a "pain that started in the stomach and went all the way to the head". Intact memory and hands that still look strong after a life as a carpenter, he seats by the table with a bandage after a fall. He has made most things in this house from doors and windows to chairs and cabinets. I seat there in contemplation and ask myself if not being uprooted makes one live longer. He certainly followed his body and came back from Rio still as a young man. You spend your life wanting to come back. He is the first person I asked to write you a postcard.

© Leticia Valverdes - Dear Ana from Albina
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Dear Ana from Albina

© Leticia Valverdes - Dear Ana from Eduarda Custodia
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Dear Ana from Eduarda Custodia

© Leticia Valverdes - Dear Ana from Virginia Jesus
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Dear Ana from Virginia Jesus

© Leticia Valverdes - Dear Ana from Cidalia
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Dear Ana from Cidalia

© Leticia Valverdes - Dear Ana from Sr Campos
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Dear Ana from Sr Campos

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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When leaving Brazil, more than 20 years ago, I raided the family album and selected a few images as travel companions. Somehow, this one survived 13 house moves, countless storage units and I have rediscovered it now that it makes so much sense to. Now that I know your story, that I feel and understand a little bit about what moved your family. Now that I’ve made the inverse of your journey and know the European land you left behind. I still have questions. What is going through your minds? Had you all just arrived in Brazil or is this before leaving Portugal? You granny, the youngest, giving hands to your mum, still with a life ahead of you, so much promise and potential. One 100 years on I know how it all ended for you but you live in me.

© Leticia Valverdes - Image from the Dear Ana -Postcards FOR my grandmother photography project
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The inhabitants of Mundão wrote Postcards to you Ana. They understood it was fiction as you have died years ago. They called it “romance”, “art”. On the cards they tell you of their life as if they were your friends. The life you would have had, had you never left.

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