The world is still in a pandemic, chaos is the flavor of the month, and everyone is on the brink of starting World War III.
Should I dismantle the blog? Maybe find a way to psyche myself up to write a post?
What does touch mean to you?
Anna and her second husband had just left their Ukrainian home, leaving behind Anna’s parents and Anna’s 4-year old son, evading a possible capture and assassination from the Nazis in 1943. During their trek across the SSR, Anna went into labor with her second child. Now, according to who you ask, either Anna was runningContinue reading “Anna Didenko 1922-2020, Part Two”
She was Baba. She was Mama. She was the matriarch of a family of strong-willed survivors. She was a survivor herself. She was Anna Treflimovna Zukowska Pletin Didenko (although not entirely her full name, as I do not have the surname of her first husband). She was my babushka, my babusia, my bubbe, my grandmother.Continue reading “Anna Didenko 1922-2020, Part One”
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