Apr 19
Being often asked questions by my colleagues and friends here in Canada about ‘What kind of life you had in the Soviet Union’ I’ve come to the idea of starting a respective topic, and this picture would be a nice introduction for such a ‘memoir’.
Here we are, my dad, and myself, being held on a fender of his ‘Zakhar’.
Early (’very early’:) 60s, Kazakhstan, Semipalatinsk. Wonder, what would be your comments on what you see here?
April 20th, 2007 at 5:37 pm
My kinsfolk by mothers bunch live in Semipalatinsk. There are two uncles with their familys. Grandpa and grandma are left.
April 21st, 2007 at 9:50 am
Привет. Я по СЕМИПАЛАТИНСКу. Что хотел увидеть, пиши. nosonovsky@rambler.ru
April 22nd, 2007 at 11:32 am
Hi, folks,
Thank you for stopping by.
I’ll keep posting the ‘Saga of my travel in space and time’, right from that ‘vantage point’ I secured that day on the fender of my Dad’s ‘Zakhar’, and further on, up to the Rocky Mountains foothills, Alberta, Canada, - where’s my present stage in the walk of life. ‘Zakhar’ the truck was parked in front of our house in the Przhevalky Street, and the place still brings a torrent of sweetest memories.
Magnat, it is a surprise, and so nice to hear that your folks are in fact my ‘compatriots’, - for which there’s a Russian word ‘Zemlyaki’. We’ll keep in touch.
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John, ‘Zemelya’:)
Spasibo. Ya napishu skoro.
Poka!
April 25th, 2007 at 9:11 pm
Good to see you as a little one too. Looks like you got used to being around machinery at an early age like I was.
Good blog, I will drop and visit again,
April 30th, 2007 at 2:21 pm
OldDog,
That’s right, my dad started taking me with him on the long cross country trips when I reached an age where a kid would rather ask to stop the truck and let him get off for a pee instead of ‘involuntarily doing it into his pants’.
When I was tall enough to reach the pedals he taught me how to drive the truck. At times on some lonely roads he would let me drive it for a while, whereas himself would ‘take five’, relax a bit.
Books were my other passion. I was a very curious kid. I reckon the curiosity was not the last factor in an incredible combination of many other ones that eventually brought us to the idea of moving to Canada.
April 3rd, 2011 at 9:31 pm
Interesting to note that was during the Cold War era and a lot of North Americans really had no idea how the ‘common’ people of the USSR were living. You and your Dad look as happy as any of us about that time–thanks for the photo(s).
April 8th, 2011 at 8:41 pm
Bill,
thank you for stopping by.
Yeah, that’s my point also: common people in many countries share a lot ‘in common’. The truth of it impressed me a lot, as we live here, in Canada, and embrace and learn ‘the ways the Canadians are’