Flamenco Memory
At the age of eighty-seven she died in Sevilla, "poor and forgotten," thinking that flamenco was also dying. "Los niños modernos, la juventú, nos mira como cosas raras, sin pensá que hemos jecho yorá con nuestras gitanerías a tre generaciones."
Yet a decade later the flamenco arts were experiencing a renaissance, and she herself as Juana la Macarrona was well remembered. An award at the Concurso nacional de Córdoba has been named the "Juana la Macarrona" prize in her honor.
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“Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still real in memory as they were in flesh. Loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.”
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