Just some thoughts about things in Russia…

Sveta and I will get to the Tiny Russian Village soon and we will move all my stuff from Sveta’s mothers home to our new village home across the street. I also have a new radiator to install in Sammy the Volga and a clutch master cylinder. I also have drawn out and will build my own set of shackles for the rear leaf springs on Sammy. Then I will wax Sammy so that she looks brand new…

We got a call yesterday from Vova and he told us that he had a slight stroke. He just got out of the hospital after a week or so and is on medication and still being watched over. We told him that we are coming soon….when I get there I will spend sometime with him and see what I think about his condition. If I need to I will spend the summer in the Tiny Russian Village and ad lib daily as to him and his issues. Vova is a very heavy drinker and smoker, I hope that this will get him to get things under control…

I am worried about Vova for he is my Russian Buddy. He is like me in that he tells no one when he is in the hospital. makes it hard to go and see if he needs anything. But he is home and doing okay, he says? Slurring words a tiny bit due to the slight stroke…

Our new Village Home is gonna be nice. It is fully furnished and all of Nikolai’s woodworking tools have been given to me. Tools that come from his time working for the school and his carpenter days. Nikolai was a carpenter by trade. He learned his trade at the original school at the Tiny Russian Village. It was a school mainly for Deaf and Dumb, but it also had other kids with issues and it seems that Nikolai must of had some type of qualifying issue…???

He told me once about how he climbed the bell tower from the outside as a little kid. He said that he got in so much trouble…. 😉 As I knew Nikolai as a good friend, I could see that he would have been an ornery monkey as a kid. I was also and still am at times….he said he climbed all the way to the very top of the bell tower steeple and was hanging onto the cross. He could see forever. I remember the look in his eyes as he told me. He was seeing the whole valley again as he talked…

So we have inherited tons of wood for building furniture and stuff, unbelievable hand tools from the old Soviet days, a home, a barn, multiple sheds, land and everything that was Nikolai’s sisters stuff and his families…

It is strange; I am the same person whom I am and was in America. My family hates me. They never could accept me as a human and as someone who has ideas and abilities. I never toed the line and I never kissed ass. I am the same person here in Russia, it is just that I am much more like Russians than Americans…

My family went crazy when my grandparents died. They split everything up and got lawyers to keep me from even knowing what everyone got. They ascended upon my grandparents things like vultures. They even did not tell me when they died until a day late and a dollar short…

I remember that there was a safe and they could not even wait to open it. I swear that they were going to blow the door off the safe. There were items of my grandma’s and grandpa’s that I was/should get. I never got them, my sister received all that she was to get and the rest of the family did also. I had a court injunction to stop me from knowing anything and since I was always poor, I could not fight it… (By the way: The safe was empty!)

My family for the most part is very rich. I have two uncles that each were worth and their kids are now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. My mother n sister have slid into that life and kiss the rich families asses. I am happy for them, I am to much like my dad; I will stand on my own two feet…

I guess what I am say this for is that, I came to Russia and found family, friends and a life. A man who I met in a Tiny Russian Village has been instrumental in Sveta and I getting a place of our own in the village…

I want to make sure that I take care of all he left behind and when my time to go comes, I want to make sure someone who is worthy gets it all…

Sveta loves me as family and the Russians I know, seem sincere and care for me as I am. That is one thing about Russians they accept people as they are…

Have a nice day…

WtR

kKEETON @ Windows to Russia…

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