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On display at the Frist Museum Nashville TN. Calling attention to where our food comes from, pollution and harm to farm workers. Likely this is more of a problem here in the USA where the profit motive reigns supreme.
Minha modeléte do sítio! :)
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Minha prima, tem tudo pra ser modelo. Adora uma pose e uma foto! :)
Boa quarta! Beijo no coração.
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I was taking a trip down memory lane and visiting important spots in my hometown, Manhattan Beach, California. When I was 13 and 14, I worked at Uncle Bill’s Pancake House. This little breakfast and lunch place was about three blocks up from the beach and is truly an icon of old Manhattan, having opened back in the early fifties. My next door neighbor, Tony the Greek, was the owner. He had noticed me as a bit of a worker bee as I mowed the grass every weekend at five different properties on our street. He asked my father permission to hire me to work weekends at the restaurant. www.unclebills.net
During the summers I went to work every morning at 9am. I had my surfboard stashed at the beach so I began my day with a two mile bike ride. Many mornings I arrived at seven am, and often I was the first surfer in the water. It felt eery to be alone in the surf as the breeze blew past, swirls of fog and mist; occasionally a seal might stick his head out of the water, very close to where I sat scanning the horizon for the next set. After a couple hours catching waves, I’d ride my bike over to Uncle Bills, change clothes in a garage out back, and begin my shift. My jobs included, clearing and setting up, pouring coffee, and anything else the two waitresses requested that I do. In the kitchen I was called upon to help the dishwasher as needed and the two cooks and Tony taught me many things to help with in the kitchen. I thought the work was a blast and my adolescent appetite was always satisfied with pancakes and burgers.
On this day I stopped in after the lunch rush and ordered a waffle. The low ceiling counter area has hardly changed from 1961. Ester was waitressing the other side of the counter and she commented that I had a nice voice. We bantered a bit and then she sat down beside me as she ate her lunch. Talk came easily and I asked her many questions. Her mother was from the Philippines and her father is an Irishman. She said that metal shop had been one of her favorite classes in school and she would love to go back to school to study Chinese medicine and acupuncture. She likes living in a beach town. She said it was a “cozy” place to be.
Lunch was drawing to a close and I asked if she would allow a portrait for my project. I only had my 90mm equivalent and I wanted the portrait making to be quick and unobtrusive. It was a crowded space and instead of looking for a different background, I took my photos as we sat together. Ester is a very attractive woman with a wonderful smile and personality.
This picture is #13 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
Con sus 92 años, María Ester Gatti inauguró el Lunes 22 de Marzo una Biblioteca en el Residencial San José, donde vive. La actividad fue organizada por un grupo de compañer@s de María Ester y por ex-pres@s polític@s; luego de inaugurada la Biblioteca, la jornada se transformó en un emotivo homenaje a la vida de María Ester Gatti, con la presencia de varias decenas de personas y la musicalización de Daniel Viglietti.
A su vez, Mariana Zaffaroni llegó desde Buenos Aires para participar del homenaje a su abuela, y para festejar su cumpleaños 35 junto a María Ester.
Un poco de historia: María Emilia Islas Gatti (hija de María Ester) y su esposo Jorge Zaffaroni militaban en la Asociación de Estudiantes de Magisterio y en la ROE (Resistencia Obrero-Estudiantil) en Uruguay. En 1974 son requeridos por las Fuerzas Conjuntas, pasan a la clandestinidad y luego se exilian en Argentina en 1975 con su hija Mariana Zaffaroni.
Jorge y María Emilia fueron secuestrados y torturados en el centro de torturas Automotores Orletti (Buenos Aires) desaparecieron el 27 de Setiembre de 1976 (en plena dictadura). Mariana Zaffaroni (hija del matrimonio) fue secuestrada con apenas 18 meses de edad, por agentes de la SIDE (Secretaría de Inteligencia del Estado) y apropiada por un coronel del ejército argentino. Maria Ester Gatti (abuela de Mariana Zaffaroni) iniciaría una incesable búsqueda por su nieta, recuperada en Junio de 1992 con la ayuda de las Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo de Buenos Aires.
A su vez, María Ester nunca abandonó la búsqueda de verdad y justicia por su hija y por l@s más de 210 desaparecid@s. También presidió la comisión por el voto verde (que intentó anular la ley de impunidad en 1989). Es así que Maria Ester Gatti, se ha transformado en una referencia en la lucha por la memoria y los Derechos Humanos en Uruguay.
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