November 18 marks the birthday of my beautiful maternal grandmother who died when I was just 11 years old. She was born in Southern Russia in the late 1800s, and grew up in a world filled with music, poetry and laughter.
Then came the revolution of 1917 and soon the world she knew was over. With her husband , three children and one on the way ( my mother) she immigrated to the Canadian prairie and started a different kind of life.
I am so thankful that I had the chance to know her.
Grandma is the one with the guitar. I believe this photo was taken around 1906 when she would have been around 18-19 years old.
Then came the revolution of 1917 and soon the world she knew was over. With her husband , three children and one on the way ( my mother) she immigrated to the Canadian prairie and started a different kind of life.
I am so thankful that I had the chance to know her.
Grandma is the one with the guitar. I believe this photo was taken around 1906 when she would have been around 18-19 years old.
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I have heard that the guitar also made the trans Atlantic crossing with the family.
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