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Sunday, March 15, 2026

Coimbra’s very own Xabregas

I didn’t have a chance to meet him or grow up knowing anything about him — because for most of my life, I had no idea I even had a living paternal grandfather. I believed I belonged to a completely different paternal line, a story that turned out not to be mine at all.

Looking back now, I can see how living in Toronto may have made this complicated situation easier for my mother to navigate. She was a young, single, Portuguese immigrant woman trying to survive in a new country, in a new language, in a city that demanded more than it gave. Carrying the weight of that reality, and the cultural expectations she came from, must have shaped the choices she made and the silences she kept.

It was only four years ago that everything shifted — the first time I ever heard the name “Jorge Alcino de Morais — Xabregas.”
A name that had been absent from my entire life until that moment.





And what arrived with that name wasn’t just a person — it was a sound.
A YouTube link to one of his compositions.
A recording in the classic Coimbra style, the kind of piece that students still learn today as a way of honouring those who came before them. Hearing it for the first time felt like being handed a key to a room I never knew existed.

Variações em Lá Menor - Played by Ricardo Mata

That moment didn’t answer everything, but it opened the door.

His Academic Path: From Trás‑os‑Montes to Porto to Coimbra

Before arriving in Coimbra, Jorge Alcino “Xabregas” had already followed a long educational path that took him far from his birthplace. He completed primary school in his hometown, and then, as a teenager, moved to Porto for his secondary studies at the Colégio Académico and the Liceu Rodrigues de Freitas.

What makes this part of his life especially meaningful is that he barely knew his mother in his earliest years. Circumstances had separated them, and the bond between them had to be rebuilt later, slowly, carefully. That’s why his time in Porto matters so much — it was likely the first period in his life when they truly lived together under the same roof again.

Knowing what she had endured, it brings me a quiet sense of comfort to imagine that she finally had those years with him. Years where she could get to know her son not as a distant figure, but as a young man growing into himself. Years where he could feel the presence of the mother he had been separated from. Years where they could reclaim something that had been taken from them.

I picture them in a modest room or a small apartment in Porto — she working, he studying — both trying to build a life out of the fragments they had been given. It adds a tenderness to his early story, a reminder that before Coimbra, before the music, there was a mother and a son learning each other again.

Coimbra: Where He Became “Xabregas”

When he eventually reached Coimbra, he enrolled in the Faculty of Sciences, completing his degree in Fisico‑Químicas (Physical‑Chemical Sciences) in 1934. It was a rigorous program rooted in mathematics, physics, and chemistry — a demanding academic path that shows his intellectual ambition. After graduating, he briefly enrolled in Medicine, but left the program in his second year.

But while Coimbra shaped him academically, it was the city’s cultural life that shaped him personally.

During his years along the Mondego, he mastered one of the great passions of his life: the Portuguese guitar.

Among students and musicians, he was known simply as “Xabregas.” He composed pieces such as Variações em Lá menor and Fado da Noite, works that placed him firmly within the tradition of Coimbra’s musical identity. He was also one of the early enthusiasts of university theatre, helping lay the foundations for what would become the TEUC — Teatro dos Estudantes da Universidade de Coimbra, an institution that still exists today.





A Presence in the City

One of the first solid traces of him appears in 1932, during the Queima das Fitas.
A photograph from the “Venda das Pastinhas” shows him holding a Portuguese guitar, identified as a quintanista — a fifth‑year student — already known by his nickname.

The Museu Académico da Universidade de Coimbra later confirmed that his actual guitar still exists. It’s preserved, photographed, and displayed in the Sala do Fado of the Efe‑Érre‑Á exhibition. They also hold documentation and references to him in academic articles. This is not the legacy of a man who passed quietly through Coimbra. This is the legacy of someone who left a mark.

Decades later, near the turn of the millennium, the Jornal de Coimbra wrote about him when he donated his guitar to the museum:  “Xabregas carried the notoriety of the life of this city to the four corners of the planet.”


A Life Rooted in Coimbra

By 1936, he was teaching at the Liceu de Coimbra, continuing the academic path he had begun as a student. It’s clear that Coimbra wasn’t just a chapter in his life — it was the place where he grew into himself, where he found his voice, his community, and his artistic identity.

And now, nearly a century later, I find myself tracing those same contours in my own life, even though I never knew he existed until four years ago.



What I Found About Myself While Searching "Xabregas".



As I prepare to write the next chapter about my paternal grandfather, Jorge Alcino “Xabregas,” I’ve realized that this journey into my family’s past has started revealing things about my own story too.

Before I go any further with his life in Coimbra, I want to pause and acknowledge the unexpected parallels that have surfaced. This isn’t a detour — it’s part of the unpeeling.

Music as a Lifeline Across Generations

I grew up without a steady father figure. By the time I was twelve, that absence had become a defining part of my life. And like many kids trying to make sense of a world that suddenly felt uncertain, I gravitated toward something that gave me structure, belonging, and expression: music.

In the 90s, I fell in love with four‑part men’s acappella groups — those tight harmonies that felt like they could hold you together when everything else was coming apart. I decided to learn the double‑string bass in junior high, and that dedication led to the Grade Nine Music Award, handed to me by the head of the music department at Central Commerce Collegiate in Toronto’s Little Portugal.

Later, because my high school didn’t have a strings program, I switched to electric bass in the school band. That opened the door to joining a four‑part male vocal group, discovering the thrill of being part of a sound bigger than myself.

Only now, as I uncover my grandfather’s life, do I realize how deeply this echoes him.
He too grew up without a stable father figure.
He too found refuge in music.
He too was recognized for it.

Two lives, decades apart, drawn to the same language.

Strings group at my junior high.


Leadership, Community, and the Instinct to Belong

The more I learn about Xabregas, the more I see that he wasn’t just a musician — he was socially active, respected, and involved in the student life of Coimbra. He belonged to groups, helped shape associations, and moved easily within academic circles.

And when I look back at my own youth, I see a similar pattern:

  • Captain of the soccer team
  • Third board on the chess team
  • Elected student council president in high school
  • Comfortable navigating different social groups
  • Often stepping into leadership without being asked

At the time, I thought I was simply ambitious or curious.
But now, with distance, I can admit something I never said out loud.

Part of the reason I got involved in so many things was because home wasn’t always an easy place to be. Growing up in a strict, single‑mother Portuguese household in Toronto meant there were rules, expectations, and a kind of emotional intensity that I didn’t always know how to navigate.

So I stayed late at school.
I joined teams.
I joined clubs.
I found reasons not to go home.

Those activities became my breathing room — my way of creating space for myself, my way of finding belonging in places where I felt understood.

And strangely, as I learn more about my grandfather, I’m beginning to wonder if he did something similar in his own youth. Maybe music and student life were his escape too. Maybe the things we think we choose freely are sometimes the things that choose us.


Student Council Committee at Central Commerce Collegiate in Toronto

Serge and I visiting on Apr 16, 2012 as the high school celebrated its 100th anniversary.

The next chapter about Xabregas — his guitar, his groups, his life in Coimbra — isn’t just about him anymore. It’s also about the unexpected ways his story has begun to illuminate my own.

Before I continue writing about him, I wanted to share this moment of reflection — because genealogy isn’t just about discovering where we come from. Sometimes it’s about discovering why we are the way we are.

And in my case, it seems that the echoes of a grandfather I never knew have been with me all along.