Years ago my grandmother gave me this envelope with some family pictures from 1946. I later asked my Aunt Mary why they had never made them into prints, and I was told it was because everyone in the family hated them. I'll never forget the look of polite horror when I presented my Aunt with an enlarged copy of one of the pictures. She was very polite.
1946. My Dad was almost 13 years old. My grandmother does not look well, but that is not surprising given how many times both she and my grandfather ended up in hospital with serious health issues. All relating to their life in Russia and what they went through...revolution, civil war, uprisings and famine and disease.
