The ninetieth anniversary of my father George senior.

On June 1, my father George was 90 years old. Not much by the standards of history. But how much this is in a person's life. He survived the Holodomor (clem) of 1932-1933 in Ukraine. He remained alive during the Second World War, when he managed to escape from a group of prisoners sentenced to death.

He went through everything, and totalitarianism and socialism. And his fate was awarded to children and grandchildren. Up to 85 years old, he drove his own car. He still reads and amazes us all with his memory and medical practice.

Here we see the the continuity of generations.  When the smallest granddaughter, who gave her grandfather a flower for 7 years. She did not know that her grandfather loved chamomile very much, but her childish intuition told her that. And the grandfather is very happy. He was not  claims in life, but he was touched by flowers, squirrels and hedgehogs that run into our garden.

After the Second World War, my father started his career in Transcarpathia of Ukraine. And I brought him this jubilee of the present Transcarpathian wine from the cellars of the Mukachevo castle. He was very glad of such a gift. And the red wine was as delicious as in his younger years.  Live up to a hundred years, my dear father!