Palm Sunday


A few weeks ago I went back to the Serviço Social Nova Jerusalem (hereafter referred to as SSNJ) with Gamamae to deliver some donations. Since Gamamae has a Master’s of Social Work, is staying for another year, and speaks English and Portuguese fluently, I think she is the perfect person to whom to pass this little baton of volunteerism. Zeze gave us the tour and showed off all the painting the mission group from Michigan had done. The church in Michigan also gave a healthy donation to the church, which in turn lent (or gave) the money to the SSNJ to tide it over until April. So, for the time being, they are almost out of the hole.

While we were there, for entertainment, the 3 and 4 year olds were having fun cooling off by way of a teacher spraying them with a water hose. Stripped down to their underwear, the had gone out onto the patio for a spritz. When it was time to go back inside, they lined up single file and followed the teacher, a level of order and progress* that adults cannot attain, especially in airports. One of the little boys had an enormous, deep burn scar webbing across the whole of his right shoulder and part of his tummy. That he had survived and had any mobility in that arm was a miracle. Gamamae and I had the same sick thought that perhaps he had been abused but Zeze later told me she thought he’d been the victim of a gas explosion down in the favela. I am hoping Gamamae will write in with her impressions of the SSNJ. For sure, it needs some playground equipment and plants, something green. And milk, they still need milk.

Which brings me to my next subject, palm trees. About a year ago, Louise’s old house, up the street from mine, was knocked down. The yard was leveled. A new pool was dug. In my humble opinion, there is nothing charming about the house – it is utterly sem graça. I would have added a second story to see over the privacy hedge into the beautiful valley. An entire side of the house has no windows and I do not know what is up with those fake window/niche things. The owners have sunk about 20 mature palm trees, 12 smaller, younger trees around the edge of the pool and 8 large mature palms in front. A crane is needed to sink a palm tree into the ground. Constanza, the contractor and mother of children who are in the same school as my kids, told me that the owner trucked the big palm trees in from another property of his so he only had to pay for the transportation and installation; she did not know how much this cost since she was not involved in the landscaping.


I wrote the above a few weeks ago and have been meaning to stop to take the photos. I did so on Thursday morning of this week. There were no construction workers there and I had my camera in my purse so I stopped. A man was sitting on wall outside the house. I asked him if I could take some photos of the palm trees. He said yes and we had a conversation about palm trees. It turns out that Adinilton is the palmeira, literally the person who takes care of the palm trees. This is his sole job, to water the trees and make sure they flourish. He told me it cost about $2,500 USD per tree for installation/transportation. The smaller palms each cost around $1,000 USD for the tree itself. Adinilton went on to say that few people look up at the palm trees God has given us to observe and appreciate, to take care of. He said a lot of other profound things that I can’t remember, mainly because I was surprised to be having this conversation. I should have taken notes. He also said that the owners of the new house were wonderful people, excellente. I left with the impression that Adinilton loves his job. To be honest, I had thought that the money could have been better spent on a palm tree for SSNJ but Adinilton did not seem to feel this way. It was just fine with him that these people had the palm trees; I got the impression that to him, spending money on palm trees was like Mary anointing Jesus’s feet with costly perfume.

While I was writing this I got a call from Zeze. I had been thinking about what it costs to green up a favela and the price of not doing so. She has been working on a plan to sponsor the other 400 children of the favela who are not sponsored by Compassion International. I am going to see if Toucan Tom, Missionary Girl’s hairy legged husband, can help them out with this, along with a few other expat princesses such as Katpat and Gamamae. Toucan Tom’s church in Maryland recently sponsored 450 children in Africa so I think this is right up his alley. Asking for a palm tree and a glass of milk is not too much, is it?

P.S. Happy Birthday to Louise, who lived in the house above and who saved my bacon 5 years ago.



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5 responses to “Palm Sunday

  1. gamamãe

    Talk about being put on the spot! But yes – I left there thinking we have to get those kids some sort of outdoor playspace that is more than a bumpy cement floor and a sad swing. I plan on contacting Zexe and seeing how best to go about this- I like to involve the community in the process, it adds to ownership and having claim to the space. The kids and families will have a better sense of what they want in their space than what I or others may imagine they want or need.I hope she agrees and beleives in collaboration as much as I do. I am sure however that Katpat , I or any other person interested in helping out will not fill the special spot you have in the hearts of this place. We should have an official coffe meeting to discuss tudo soon. Thank you for this opportunity.

  2. Margaret

    Toucan Tom – now that’s an awesome name.

  3. Thanks for Palms on Palm Sunday. Good piece. And Happy Birthday Louise. I shall never forget Canada Day at your house. Especially the stories about the snakes that one South African woman told. I loved your yard as it was. Sally

  4. Susan O'Leary

    I am not surprised to find out there are people whose sole job it is to take care of Palm trees. We have many Palm trees at our house as is typical in Brazil. One day I looked out my window to see 2 men. One with a machete and a rope scaling one of our Palm Trees. He circled the rope around the tree and then used it as a harness much like a telephone repairman but with only a rope. JThe other man held the rope and took the branches. In Brazil they definitly make due with what is available and cheap. It took him a full day to do a few trees in my front yard. They take down any leaves that have turned brown and then stripped the bark of the tree. Much like giving it a good trim, that frankly I never noticed they needed. It was one of my many Brazillian experiences I will not forget. Of course, being an American when I first saw him hangingfrom the rope a major injury law suit. But after living here for a few years, I remembered the only lawsuits that occur are the maids suing their ex-employers (which they always win). I love Palm Trees and although there are many locations that have Palm Trees. They will always remind me of Brazil.

  5. expatprincess

    Thanks for your comments! Gamamae seems to be the expert on this sort of thing, as her comments suggest. I doubt that Louise reads the blog, but send her good vibes anyway. I’ll never forget the black mamba stories from the South Africa chick either. Never. O’L: read my latest post about palm trees!

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