Summer/Fall 1965

These photos are from the same films as the ones with Nanny Katia from the previous post. Last week, when I started to look at them closely and to do some minor editing, I realized the strangest thing: there were way more photos of Nanny Katia than I remembered.

I’ve mentioned earlier that my mom didn’t print any photos where I was together with my father. That way, I remembered way less of him than I should have. This film is not an exception. There are several photos of my father and I where we are playing ball. I think, he id trying to teach me some soccer πŸ™‚

With mom

The pictures above were taken in Sosnovaya Polyana, and the next set of pictures was taken in Leningrad in the early fall. Until we scanned the negatives, I thought that the woman with whom I walk down to the Neva River is my mother, and only now, when I started enhancing the photos, I realized that it’s not my mom but Nanny Katia.

The next two photos are of very bad quality. I tried my best to enhance them a little bit but didn’t achieve much. And it was only today when I realized why: because it was not my mom who was took them but Nanny Katia.

Nanny Katia, most likely unaware that she is being photographed

And now – lots of me making silly faces πŸ™‚

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.

2 thoughts on “Summer/Fall 1965

    1. You know, when I was in London, I felt this “wow” in so many places πŸ™‚ I guess, all the cities with substantial footprints in literature make you feel like you are living in a book :).

      I like the Neva embankments. It’s a beautiful sight…

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