Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Monday, March 12, 2007

It's good to learn things, mostly.

We're making slow and erratic progress cleaning out my father's house. Mike and his crew are well along with the remodeling. I'm still seeing this house as the place where I grew and the place where my father lived alone for more than 35 years. Mike and his team are looking at it with the ideas of how another family might make this their home.

We found my grandparents' Russian passports. (They came here in 1908, when Finland was a Russian province.) Other documents were a mix of Finnish and Russian. It led us to wonder how much Russian my grandparents knew. Even as teenagers, they would have had some contact with the government and, likely, would have had to be able to read and speak a few words. It's a question that I never thought to ask. Perhaps my cousins on my mother's side might remember hearing something about the Russian influence in the daily lives of Finns.

The papers also included their citizenship papers, social security cards, and death certificates. My grandparents' caskets were guaranteed for 20 years.

Among the newspaper clippings that my grandparents saved was the announcement of my parents' wedding in the local Finnish newspaper. Neither my mother nor my father had kept anything like that, in any language.

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