Life of my Russian Babushka 🇷🇺 (from WW2, Stalin's USSR & modern Russia)

I am so glad I found your channel, so many memories.... My grandma's name was Nadzieja also (Polish, Nadezda in Russian), she was born in Belarus in 1922. She married my grandpa in 1942 and she moved to Wolyn, My grandpa's family lived in Wolyn/Galizia for 200 years, after 1943/1944 massacre they moved to Poland. My grandpa's family hated her because she was "Russian" She passed away in 2006 and I miss her every day.

Incredible documentary! Very organic and a beautiful testament to the role our ancestors play in our lives. The contrast in generations and what your grandmother endured is so important for today. The modern world is not sustainable and destructive wars are an historical fact, so some young folks are trying to learn the survival traditions they were never taught. Making food with your grandma, is a beautiful way to share in her knowledge My father was born in the USA in 1923. My grandmother was born in 1890, Their lives were very different from today as they were farmers and self sufficient. I long for their knowledge, but I am a kid from the 1950s and lived in cities. We did not have a daschu (summer house) like the Russians kept when they went to live in the cities. (great idea)! I learned nothing about growing food. I lived in a city with dirty air to breath. But, now age 66 I am trying my hand at gardening and trying to learn survival skills . What I do remember from my childhood in New York City, was the "fall out shelters". Those made an impression. The war was still on, but cold, the fear of nuclear attack was on our minds. WW2 brought my parents out of the fields and into factories to build war machines. That was when women left the home to find jobs the men had left to fight in war. That was when farming stopped being taught and we started becoming a consumer culture. I pray the USA and Russia can find Peace. Both bear responsibility for the ongoing mess the world has been in since WW2. . I pray for every human being to carry peace in their hearts so world peace comes to be. I pray we all learn to grow our own food and keep our ancestors alive in our souls, long past the time they pass on. When your grandma is no longer in this world, know she is still with you. My father and grandmother are . We even have conversations. Know, your grandmother will continue to guide you! Your video inspired me. Thank you

I saw the video where you shared the sad a recent loss of your beloved Gran. I decided to look back at some of these clips and I can see just how close you were and what a wonderful gentle soul she was. I’m so sorry for your loss Julia, try to take some comfort in the fact that many people never know a beautiful relationship like this and you will be able to pass on all that love, knowledge and recipes 😂 that you have shared with her. God bless from London xx

You’re gonna to treasure that video someday stay safe

Such a beautiful and heartfelt video about your grandmother and the love that you have for her. I wish your grandmother much love and continued happiness. Bless her.

You are showing me a much different picture of Russian people than I had imagined. Thanks and greetings from Texas.

Julia, this tribute to and mini-biography of your Gran is sooo very special! 🤗🥰 I was completely spellbound watching this and you brought a tear to my eye at the end of the video... Thank you so much for doing this for her (and for you). Well captured by you as well Matt. It was even more touching for me as I lost my Mom couple of weeks ago; she shared so many qualities with your Gran. Lots of love ❤

This is so special. I'm 67 and all my grandparents and parents are gone and so would have loved to have captured interviews with them. And like your grandmother, it wasn't till too late that I recognized I had so many questions. Wonderful, thank you....and those looked so good, wonder if can make gluten free ones...lol.

This is so sweet and nostalgic. It was a pleasure to get to know your babushka!💖😀🎉🎈

Matt and Julia, apart from having the keen eye and kind heart needed for making these engaging videos, you are linguistically gifted. I love hearing how you jump between languages. Your subtitles are well translated and carefully edited. Hats off to you! You take the time to get things right!

What a lovely video! Kind of reminded me of my late dad who was very stoic and accepting of the life he'd had. He served with the medics who were involved in the liberation of Belsen and he was unable to talk about the horrors he'd seen for over 20 years. Just as your gran said, when I was young I wasn't interested enough to ask questions and I bitterly regret that. My dad died in 2003 aged 83 and it's only since then that I've really begun to understand just what he went through and I hope he knows how proud I am of him. I would love to hear more of your lovely gran's stories. What she thinks of as an unremarkable life, is anything but and I hope she'll share some more memories soon. Please tell her that I said hello from England.

Thank you for sharing this. I watched another woman talk to her mother about Russia and I learned very soon that her mother was only one year older than I am. Of course I am 62. It was less than I expected although it was longer. My mother was born in 1931 in the US. We had a refrigerator all my life. We had a television but it was black and white. I didn't think we would have color. We Didn't have lots of money. When I was 16 a man who was living in our house bought us a color TV and once a week I would come downstairs and watch it so that I could see Donny and Marie in color. Otherwise I had a little television in my room and it was black and white maybe 13 inches, portable. Until I was 14 I shared a bedroom with my brother. And we watched that TV in our parents bedroom while they watched in the living room or my mother did the dishes. Then my father built us bedrooms in the attic. They were pretty small. And the wall was very thin. But it was okay. And he each had our own TV. I had a record player. The man who gave us the TV bought me a stereo. All the record players I had before would always break. This one worked a long time. My mother remembered her childhood but mostly bad things. I guess if you ask you must be specific. When you were a child, did you play? Did you do chores? Did you do both? Or just one. It sounds like life was hard everywhere back then. Maybe a lot harder where your gran lived. I am glad that the people got along despite the ones that told on you if you stole a log. I am glad that you asked otherwise I would think the opposite. Most of my grandparents were dead by the time I was four. I only had one till I was 17 and we didn't see her very much. My parents did not like her. She adopted my cousin. My cousin was okay. Obviously I didn't see her very much either. My mother said that my grandmother was crazy. I asked her what kind of crazy but she didn't know. They took six of her children away and put them in foster care. My mother was always with my aunt. My aunt said she was going to live with my mother when they were grown up and she did until she got married. I loved my aunt. I loved my mother too but she was my mother and she had to be responsible to bring us up properly so she couldn't always be nice and loving like she was with everyone else on earth. Sometimes she had to yell at us. But I still loved her. Just less than everyone else in the world loved her. She didn't want to have a funeral and all the neighbors got mad at me because we did not have a funeral. They all wanted to say how great she was. They could have said it when she was alive. I'm sure that is what she believed also. Tell people they are good while they are still alive. After they are dead it doesn't matter. My father did not have a funeral either. He probably thought it was a waste of money. He didn't like to waste money. And I don't think a lot of people would come to say he was wonderful. Although he did have friends. Maybe he only screamed at us children. There were two of us. I was lucky to be a girl. My brother had to help and learn how to do man things. And my father would yell when he did them wrong. It was hard to listen to. My father yelled a lot. And you never knew when it was coming. All my friends and relatives who visited my house, they knew that he yelled a lot. He didn't say positive things. If he loved us, I was not aware. Maybe when Christ returns...

Very touching. How you love your Grandmother bought tears to my eyes. I enjoyed your video

When first started watching this video I was startled to notice I have the exact same kind of bowl she is using!!! ... but then to learn that her name is ALSO Hope, like mine, was a huge surprise!!! May God Bless your family!!!

Thank you for a wonderful and genuine program. From Norway & Portugal

I have a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat. Oh how i wish i had video of me and my granny cooking. you are lucky lady Julia. God bless xx

Now the world knows about your Gran and the strength and inspiration she has provided just by living her life the best she can. Very moving. Thank you. ❤️

I love this. Thank you so much for sharing. You are lucky to have recorded this video to keep forever. I would love if I would have had my grandmother's story on video.

Здоровья бабушке. Прекрасное видео..я расплакалась..были такие же отношения с бабушкой. Всего Вам хорошего ❤️

I’m so happy I found your channel, and I really love this video about your gran. ❤