Posted in Daily life, memories, sweet home

Memories

What a treat in the autumn evening to get out of the box the old letters, postcards, photos or diaries with native handwriting of ancestors! Something, of course, is thrown out, though with regret. And I kept valuable and updated thanks to modern technology: scanned photos and writings.

At such moments, the house is filled with a unique kind of energy, which is mighty tree roots, nourishes human.It so happens that there is always someone from our family kept a diary.

Grandpa described in chronological order his life from infancy until recent years. This is three thick notebooks with clippings from newspapers of those years, family photographs and his own drawings – the story of a generation.I also love to write down something. My notes – are emotions and relations, sometimes psychology. And less – a reflection of events. I love to dream, to write stories, share ideas…

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