I promised to show you my family photos which I found at hom..
Added 2022-10-15 15:17:19 +0000 UTCI promised to show you my family photos which I found at home.
I have an old suitcase, my grandfather's, in which I keep all the things that are valuable to my heart. In particular photographs. My grandfather also liked to take pictures of nature. He was a mountaineer and often went to the mountains. I have a lot of pictures of mountain plants, peaks of snowy slopes and a smiling yоung grandfather with a large backpack on his shoulders.
But the photographs of my great-grandmother (my grandfather's mother) and my family in other generations have the highest value for me.
My great-grandmother was a doctor, and almost until her retirement, she held the position of chief physician of the psychiatric hospital in our city, in which, by the way, I managed to spend some time in the future for treatment (ironic, right?)
Here in the first two photographs is my great-grandmother, her name was Lydia. The photographs date from 1949 and 1952. Both photographs have the caption "for beloved Nikolai from Lydia." I don’t know who Nikolai is, but probably one of my grandmother’s men, who was before grandfather.
The third photo is already my great-grandfather, and apparently the photo was taken during the war in 1938. On the back there is a signature in a language that I do not know (by the way, if you understand what is written here, help me decipher it).
In the fourth photo, my great-great-grandmother Anna, the photo is dated 1923. This ink... this handwriting... Just look at it! I'm just delighted.
I am holding a picture taken almost 100(!!!!) years ago. I always look at these pictures and think what was this woman like? What is her character? What did she like? What was her voice like? I would like to live with her her most ordinary day, just look from the side. After all, she had her own life, her own worries and thoughts, she loved someone, thought about someone before going to bed. What was she thinking as she sat there on the other side of the camera as the photographer pressed the shutter button. And now, 100 years later, I hold this photo in my hands and think about it ...
