Stories of Paraná - The viuvinha the Crespim

Stories of Paraná - The viuvinha the Crespim

The viuvinha the Crespim
Dirceu Tides Souza

In the days that are still planted fennel in the kingdom of beds of cabbage - in 1841 - then existed in the village of Campo Largo a farm neatly groomed.
It was owned by a young couple, and Crespim Djanira, who kept on his farm several slaves, including two black very fond of their masters.
Everything worked in that place stricter patriarchal style.
An environment of respect and dignity that impressed his neighbors and especially their slaves. The nice couple betrayed a life in eternal honeymoon.
But one day, the stronger Urutago hooted and dragged her wings ominous in the shed ... Crespim became very ill.
A serious illness led him to the grave in a few days.
A sadness ... The neighbors were consoling Widow.
Rich and beautiful girl, should not be discouraged ... forget one day. Maybe one day ...
To endure the pangs of absence from her dead husband, the young Viuvinha called one abalisado master cabinetmaker
and asked him to carve the figure of Crespim wood. The artist worked to get the best possible likeness.
After all memoriado in all its details, presented the work completed.
Wore Crespim stick with the clothes of the deceased. The Widow and the maids turned that moment into a respectful ceremonial ...
The black said goodnight to the suh ... And Crespim was taken to the bedroom because it was night.
During the day came the Crespim to the places where people gathered and moved.
When asked for the house maids swept license:
- Excuse me, Sinhô, we sweep ... arredavam and the doll.
Occasionally, came to Widow:
- Crespim, the coppers are short, let's sell some kitties?
The Crespim, as always, remained impassive, silent as a whole.
- I know! You were always so ... when speech is not agreeing.
There went another cow, or two, to the butcher.
Happened to the butcher, a widower and unimpeded also dragged wings to the side of this and decided Viuvinha
shake it a green scarf.
It took a few days and the Widow reported they would hire maids to marry the butcher.
It was a scare in the two:
- Faith in the Cross! And Crespim suh? ...
Widow laugh:
- Their silly ...
On the day of the wedding contract, the Widow, euphoric, happy with the idea of ​​remarriage, recommended that the slaves had much respect for the bridegroom to come visit her.
They grumbled if persignando.
In one day, amid the anxiety of the Widow and the opposition of the maids, the butcher came around bornido ...
The widow received him with exaggerated bows, making him sit on a chair in the room, while inside the house
listened to corrimaça of maids to drag the slippers and forth between grunts imperceptible ...
The nurse called them:
- You two! Make a coffee hot and strong and good in the room and bring it here ... for us ...
The maids replied in a tone of mockery:
- You can not make coffee, Sinha, has no wood! ...
Widow angry answered: Then burn the Crespim! ... Should be well dried ...
The maids were to the bedroom and grabbed the doll Crespim, dragged him out, they put her ax and shortly served coffee - hot and tight.
(To this day we still talk in Campo Largo when her husband dies and leaves young widow:
- "... That just sends burn Crespim! ..."

Dirceu Tides Souza, historian


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.