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My father Julio Morales
I dedicate this page to my father Julio Morales
Balderrama, born in Oruro, Bolivia on July 30th, 1931. Died in
Campinas, São Paulo, Brazil on August, 10th 1995. I believe that this
is a way to express myself to all those who at one point in their
lives may have met my father.
He has touched many lives, dedicated his life,
entirely, to teach us how to value the hard work, follow our dreams
and be the best that we can be.
He left his wife, Geny, their son Walter and
My father lived in Bolivia, completed his
schooling in Aviation Mechanics and had the desire to start a new life
in a country other than his own. This dream took him to Brazil in his
late twenties where he settled in Rio de Janeiro for a few years.
After a brief stay in the U.S., still following his desire to settle
in a new land, he returned to Brazil and worked for Real airlines,
Nacional, Varig and then started his long career at Pan-American
airlines (at that time called Panair do Brasil) in Campinas.
During his many years at PanAm as an airplane mechanic he
was able to participate in the development of Brasilia in the '60s; he was in
the group that--for the first time in South America--replaced a jumbo aircraft
turbine; he would fix things that his American co-workers would think were
impossible!, always putting that jumbo jet up in the air... He also took us to
see the world, to show us that this big vast world is beautiful and showed us
the other doors of opportunities. I guess that this is one of the reasons that
I live now in the U.S.: I followed his footsteps, immigrating to a new land
and constructing a family. Will this become a family tradition?
He was not only accomplished in his work, he was a dedicated
father, providing the family with shelter, food and much more that many
families, unfortunately, do not have. He gave us a home to live in, parties to
remember, warm loving Christmas parties with our “little” family. He left
us with knowledge, lessons of life, and his rich culture.
He left many friends behind. Respected by his co-workers and
Bolivian pals, “Julinho” as he was called was a real friend, extending his
help to those in needed and enlightening and putting a smile on the faces of
all those who met him.
His ingenuity was not only shown in his work. My
father was a man of many talents: A hand-made carved airplane was his
ticket to his new life in Brazil!-- impressive, so impressive that the
Brazilian ambassador to Bolivia at that time decided to granted his
stay in Brazil. Well, I have no idea if this ambassador is still with
us, but if so, he would be glad to know
that the young Bolivian full of dreams had a big impact on the lives
of many and was a model citizen. His talents and perfectionism
extended to anything he touched: a handy man in the house, a talented
self-taught painter, a self taught musician--and if something broke..
he would fix it!
Of course, I can not explain in few words what my
father meant to me and to those whom he touched. I just hope that
where he is now, he can rest in peace, no longer suffering with his
painful health problems. And I hope, too, that someday I will have the
chance to thank him for all that he has done for all of us.
He loved to paint landscape
Rest in peace,