Summer 1963

The first summer of my life. Since I remember myself from a very early age, and since I liked looking at my pictures even when I was a very small child (and that’s why, perhaps, I still remember it so well!), I could not believe I didn’t remember that summer! It felt unfair that I was in Estonia, looking at these beautiful flowers, and all of it was gone from my memories!

My aunt Kima is holding me here; I am six months old
Most likely the same day. My great-aunt Fania, Kima’s mother, is holding me

My father’s mother Henrietta had passed away by that time, and I called her sister, my great aunt Faina, baba Fania.

With baba Fania, looking at dahlias

My great uncle Misha, baba Fania’s younger brother, had a car, which was a rarity at that time in the Soviet Union. Sometimes he would drive from Leningrad to Narva-Joesuu, or as we called it at that time, Ust-Narva.

Mom and I inside the uncle Misha’s car
With my father on the beach
With my father inside the rented house

My mom didn’t print (or threw away) the pictures where I was shown with my dad, and I never knew they existed until I took all the old films from my Mom’s apartment, and Boris and I started to scan them.

My historical posts are being published in random order. Please refer to the page Hettie’s timeline to find where exactly each post belongs, and what was before and after.

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