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11/11/2011

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LG

Poignant. As ever.

Michael

My father escaped Russia at the turn of the last century. I heard the stories from my mother and his parents. Causacs riding into town with sabers drawn, herding Jews out of town. He grew up to be a doctor (what else) and served at the battle of Quadacanal in the Navy. My mother and he were divorced when I was young so I never got a chance to talk to him about all of that and of course he is gone now.

I think WWIi was the end of the close knit family. People moved away from each other. History was lost. Names were changed. Sad in a way.

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