I ran across this picture the other day.  This is my father (happy fathers day) standing in front of the family fig tree.  This picture must be from the mid 1940's.  No idea what kind of tree it is.. i have one that came from a cutting of the (i think) still existing tree.   Waiting to see how it turns out.

Wow!  So sweet!  What a great photo!  You should find an artist to bring it to life.  I was an artist before arthritis struck and we had an old sepia photo of JD's gramps and his sister's daughter.  I did this as a gift to her on her birthday. 
The sepia:
 
Gramps was eating something and nobody remembers what, but Jen was quite curious!  Here is the final:
 
Sorry, no fig tree.  This was at their lake house in WI.  I had to research that old schlitz can and the oil can which gramps carried with him at all times. 
Suzi

Hi,
Since it's all about fathers.
My father told me that his grandma and grandpa (which ones ... I don't know) had a fig tree as well ... in the 1950/1960 .
At some point the fig tree disappeared - although my dad was raised in the same village, that piece of land was not kept in the family.
The fig tree was in a land near the church, and in the evening the young would get together there in the central place of the village... and the figs started to be their snaking .
Go explain that you should take them only fully ripe or they are bland... So it seems they had to take them a bit under ripe and at some point perhaps they got sick of the situation, and that was the end of that fig tree.
Of course when I asked my father about more details: well, they were figs and they tasted watery and bland.
Yes, even in Portugal,especially in the North, you have fresher areas were getting a good ripened fig is a challenge.
No photo of course. But the legend that figs are bland will live on in the North of Portugal.