Angela Vicario came from a poor family with many daughters. Her father lost his sight working with gold to support the family. Angela's mother devoted herself to caring for the family. Two of Angela's sisters had married late, one sister had died, and Angela had twin sisters. The girls were trained in domestic skills like sewing, embroidery, and cooking to prepare them for marriage. Unlike other girls at the time, they were skilled in caring for the ill and handling death. Their mother was proud of how well she had raised the girls to suffer through hardship.
Angela Vicario came from a poor family with many daughters. Her father lost his sight working with gold to support the family. Angela's mother devoted herself to caring for the family. Two of Angela's sisters had married late, one sister had died, and Angela had twin sisters. The girls were trained in domestic skills like sewing, embroidery, and cooking to prepare them for marriage. Unlike other girls at the time, they were skilled in caring for the ill and handling death. Their mother was proud of how well she had raised the girls to suffer through hardship.
Angela Vicario came from a poor family with many daughters. Her father lost his sight working with gold to support the family. Angela's mother devoted herself to caring for the family. Two of Angela's sisters had married late, one sister had died, and Angela had twin sisters. The girls were trained in domestic skills like sewing, embroidery, and cooking to prepare them for marriage. Unlike other girls at the time, they were skilled in caring for the ill and handling death. Their mother was proud of how well she had raised the girls to suffer through hardship.
Angela Vicario was the youngest daughter of a family of scant resources.
Her father, Poncio Vicario,
was a poor man's goldsmith, and he'd lost his sight from doing so much fine work in gold in order to maintain the honour of the house. Pure sima del Carmen, her mother, had been a schoolteacher until she married for ever. Her meek and somewhat afflicted look hid the strength of her character quite well. "She looked like a nun," my wife Mercedes recalls. She devoted herself with such spirit of sacrifice to the care of her husband and the rearing of her children that at times one forgot she still existed. The two oldest daughters had married very late. In addition to the twins, there was a middle daughter who had died of nighttime fevers, and two years later they were still observing a mourning that was relaxed inside the house but rigorous on the street. The brothers were brought up to be men. The girls had been reared to get married. They knew how to do screen embroidery, sew by machine, weave bone lace, wash and iron, make artificial flowers and fancy candy, and write engagement announcements. Unlike other girls of the time, who had neglected the cult of death, the four were past mistresses in the ancient science of sitting up with the ill, comforting the dying, and enshrouding the dead. The only thing that my mother reproached them for was the custom of combing their hair before sleeping. "Girls," she would tell them, "don't comb your hair at night; you'll slow down seafarers." Except for that, she thought there were no better-reared daughters. "They're perfect," she was frequently heard to say. "Any man will be happy with them because they've been raised to suffer." Yet it was difficult for the men who married the two eldest to break the circle, because they always went together everywhere, and they organised dances for women only and were predisposed to find hidden intentions in the designs of men. (30-32)