Braulio Montalvo

(1934 – 2014), Portorican, master degree in Psychology at Columbia University, he worked in the sixties with Sal Minuchin in the impoverished context around  New York and at the Wiltwyck School for Boys, a residential treatment facility for boys aged 8-12 involved in the juvenile justice system. He then followed Sal at the Philadelphia Child Guidance Clinic where he was one of the teachers of Structural Family Therapy.

Umberta Telfener: He was shy, tender and a rock, at the same time. I care very much that he is remembered among the pioneers because he worked with Minuchin before the Child Guidance Clinic and then in Philadelphia. He was always there as a support, never the first actor, solid, reassuring, of help.
I remember the first time at the PCGC I had to intervene in a school: a kid had copied an assignment from a schoolmate. In Italy this would not have constituted a big sin but in puritan America it was. I remember Braulio telling me this and warning me to be strict and focused. Even if I tried to be so, the next day the school principal called in and had me substituted. “Your eyebrows must have betrayed you, don’t worry; – he said to me – with one you acted as if the matter was serious, the other eyebrow must have shown that according to you the principal was making a big fuss and that there are more important issues in life. You will learn to coordinate your eyebrows, don’t worry.” The purpose of coordinating my eyebrows has become a special chore I pay attention to, since then.

George Saba: As I waited in the hall for my next family to arrive for our appointment at the Philadelphia Child Guidance Clinic., Braulio Montalvo came rushing by me with a step ladder. Braulio was one of the greatest therapists, and people I have ever known. We all revered him and his brilliance in front of and behind the one way mirror. And while he could conjure up dramatic enactments, I couldn’t imagine what a step ladder was going to be used for wherever he was headed. I followed, respectfully but quickly behind him, hoping to glimpse the work with the family and the ladder. However, he went not into a clinic room, but into the atrium garden. I held the door and asked if I could help. He said, “No, a baby squirrel fell from a branch and was trapped in another tree.” He set up the ladder, gently freed the squirrel, took his ladder and disappeared as quickly has he had appeared.