Actually, the album has not been made until the medium of YT allowed me and encouraged to do this now, in digital format. The photos stay with me at present, after 40 years of travels, hiding places and other ill-usages: sacks, suitcases, envelopes, drawers. They endured times of revolution, home-wars, escapes, political aggression and occupation. Plus fifty years of peace, which apparently meant for them - oblivion and further deterioration . The story is written on the worn out and faded surface of images which my grandparents once wanted to make vivid and eternal. They had decided to live in Yalta, Crimea in times of 'wine and roses' and in place of 'milk and honey' which subsequently, during only one season, changed into a place of mud and blood with corps floating over the water of Yalta Bay, of those who had died of hunger or had been shot. My grandfather escaped to France "just in time". There was a time, however, that they were witnessing arrival of Alfonso XIII, King of Spain on a ship to Yalta to visit Great Emperor of Russia and, only a few years later, were watching the extremely sad moment of evacuation and rescue of the Russian Imperial family (1919), from the same place. Three years later -- in the middle of the most severe famine - my Grandma was struggling herself with representatives of a new communist authority for permission of return to her home, Warsaw. The travel, with three children, lasted three months and three weeks <b>...</b>
Old
Russia
Yalta
Crimea
Romanovs
Tchaikovsky
Czajkowski
Onegin
Kuda
Sobinov
Bolsheviks
Revolution
1917
1910's
78rpm
Lili
Larys
jurek
46
pink
