It is funny how sometimes you can be instantly thrown back into time. My grandfather and I always talked about this - about how an image, sound, smell or taste could bring you to another decade. It was a tool we used quite often when we talked about his time growing up in Ukraine. Sometimes, …
History repeats
On the banks of the Volga River in 1942 there was a message post. It acted like a community mailbox - sharing the whereabouts of Stalingrads’ citizens. People fleeing the Germans in the spring, summer and fall of 1942 used message boards to let loved ones know where they were. Often these departures were made …
Embrace Our Village
I have been thinking a lot about my grandfather over the past two weeks. I have been having dreams about him and our conversations. Dreams so real I feel as if I could reach out and touch his hand - feel his wrinkled and weathered skin - his warmth. In the last week those dreams …