I have been away from my blog for way too long and it is always hard to start blogging again afterwards. For the last two weeks I kept promising myself that today I will certainly find the time to sit down at the computer and write. And every day something happened to derail my plans.
This morning I woke up, saw a message from my aunt and knew that today I will wright the post. I also knew that this post is not going to be about knitting.
It will be about today.
Today is the May 9th and Russia, and very possibly Ukraine and other states that used to be part of USSR, celebrate the anniversary of the Victory over Nazi Germany. It has been 72 years, but we still remember. Yet I was not going to make a big deal out of it until my Dad’s Sister sent me this photo
This is my paternal Grandmother at the age 18. And yes, these are some of her medals. The medals we did not know she had until after she died. Because some of these medals only found her after her death. When I was young I was told that she was a nurse in a hospital during the War. I even remember her showing me old fuzzy photos of a group of girls in nursing uniforms and pointing herself out. But she never really wanted to talk about “The War”. This was not strange at all. Neither my Mom’s Father nor his brother, both of whom were in the army (my Grand Uncle actually participated in final battles including taking of Berlin) were willing to talk about it.
After my Grandmother passed away it turned out that her nursing was just a legend, in truth she was a radio operator working behind enemy lines. She worked in a few different countries occupied by Nazis.
My GM Chaya was an amazing person, full of life and vitality, just as her name (Chaya means life) suggests. An intellectual and a Reader with a passion of passing on her love of books to as many people as possible. Very appropriately she run the largest children’s library in Kiev. She passed away very early and will always be missed.
Her generation bought us Victory and Peace. They payed for it with their youth and their lives.
We are forever grateful.