Since Christmas was forbidden in the Soviet Union and later partially rehabilitated in the form of New Year’s celebration, I can’t tell, “it was my first Christmas. ” Instead, it was “my first New Year,” December 31, 1963. The New Year was especially a big deal in our family because Aunt Kima’s birthday was on January 1.
I cherish these pictures because they are atypically live for that period, and none of them are staged photos. I believe my Mom never printed the pictures from that roll, which did not include me, so until we scanned the film, I didn’t know what a treasure I have in my possession.
I have some memories from that day, in part because Mom showed me these pictures often.
If I would follow the order of the images on the original roll, the next one is a picture of me sleeping in my bed. But this picture is of a very poor quality, so I am not posting it here. But in any case, I was put to bed, and the adults continued to celebrate 🙂
I find it very interesting looking at all the small details which didn’t seem that important to my father when he was taking pictures. You can see that the wallpaper is torn off in many places, and nobody bothered to fix it even temporarily. To replace the wallpaper was a big project, but now I am wondering why everybody felt OK with all these torn pieces, lots of cracks, and the peeled-off paint. And at the same time, the dresses are fancy for the time, and the china is spectacular. And there are all these pieces of furniture from “before the revolution.”
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.