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
My Grandmother and Grandfather in 1942 My Grandmother is a very talented seamstress and my late Grandfather was a very talented tailor. Even in Russia they had “His and Hers” sewing machines. When Grandpa was sewing, I had to be extra, extra quiet.This story – my childhood favorite, was told to me by my Grandmother to keep me from bothering my Grandfather, while he was sewing. My Grandmother’s
As time goes by we remember it less and less. Still, I am sure that most of New Yorkers has paused today at least once and remembered…Eight years ago we have just moved back to New York from upstate. I was almost nine month pregnant with my third child and we could never imagine that something like THIS could happen.Today I finally made it to the Park Slop Coop for fruits and veggies. Right next door to it is a
As usual the day is almost over and only now I sit down to write about it. But I feel that I have to write and remind the world. Hello, World! Today is June 22nd. Please, do not forget! On June 22, 1941 at 4am German planes have bombed USSR, that is how Russia entered the WWII.Before it was over, millions have been killed. Estimates of total dead range from 50 million to over 70 million. The loses remain tremendous.