It has been several months since my last historical post. I published the last one on March 13, and it was in the making for a while. After that, the war took over, and somehow I could not return to the stories of my childhood, although I made several attempts during these months.
Here is another attempt.
I stayed in the sanatorium for at least two months, and I do not recall missing mom too much. Actually, I do not recall missing her when I was at dacha either. Later she told me how she was looking for excuses to visit me more often (the “parents’ days” were once a month). I think she subconsciously tried to develop in me an unhealthy attachment to her. When I was much older and stayed at the “pioneer camps,” I missed her and dreamed about the day the camp would be over.
However, in the summer of 1969, it was not the case yet. I was happy to see her when she visited, but I was not crying when she left.
On parents’ day, we had a concert for which we rehearsed for weeks.
After the concert, the parents took their children and disappeared into the surrounding woods and beaches. I remember that my father would come with my mom relatively often, not only on the parents’ days.
Note, that I was not allowed to swim and to wear short sleeves, because the temperature was 68F:).
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.