December 7th, 2010


December 7th, 2010

Today would have been his birthday. He was a Cossack from the Don River. When I was a little girl, he used to speak to me about how proud he was of being a member of such a strong and courageous group of warriors. The Don Cossacks fought for the Czar and were awarded privileges for their services. When the Bolsheviks came in 1917, they lost most everything. I loved my father very much and to this day, I admire what he was and stood for. His life was hard in many ways, but he made it in not only one, but 2 countries. If he had to start from scratch, he didn’t care. He wanted to come to America and leave what he had worked so hard for in another country behind.


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