Tamara

This next chapter is the story of Tamara and my Opa.  I keep the scene in Nikopol, but I return to the conversation between myself and Cait... Tamara An old stone bridge is decaying.  Long grass weaves itself through the crumbling rock.  The river bed below that once was ten feet deep with fast moving …

June 1941

So this week in my Grandfather's story, there is a bit of a shift.  First I bring the scene back to Nikopol, Ukraine.  But instead of returning the story to conversations between myself and Cait, I bring the story to conversations between my Opa and I.  The importance here is that it was from the last time My Opa …

Weekly Supper

This week's chapter continues with my grandfather's time in Nikopol.  I have changed the setting a little, bringing the conversation from Ukraine to my mother's supper table.  The conversation now changing to one between my grandfather and my significant other. Weekly Supper "Where did you play soccer with your friends?"  asks Cait. “So let’s see here …

Train Tracks

So it was my Grandfather’s birthday two weeks ago; his 85th.  In previous entries and if you know me at all, you know how important he is to my life and who I am.  We sat, like we do around the supper table and talked shop.  The conversations don’t always have to do with family …