tracking heritage

To bore you, so that you'd ask more questions, notably, to get your attention, to perch by your fastidious soul, to interrupt your macaroni recipe quest on the internet, i've devised a scheme to, i've found this in a matter of impulsive seconds procrastinating before my mcats to be worthy of writing down, my family history in russia as transcribed by myself, eating gaspacho, eating guacamole, eating cheddar cheese with my mom in the bronx. here it is about my great grandmother, here it is about my grandmother in Pryluky, Ukraine and then in St. Petersburg, russia

just a little piece of the puzzle for now: the most cohesive one i have:

" when [the] war started – worked selling clothes to scrauny hungry orphans and children. There was a blockade and the city was surrounded by water and kept products from getting there. They would receive a little bit of bread a day, and the greedy ones had died from hunger. Rosa [my grandmother] was a self controlling person and saved bread for later. When she saw that there was only a tiny bit of bread she divided it into 4 pieces and was able to save her daughter by feeding her four times a day. Some people ate their own children because they were that hungry. But they were good people and helped eachother, and ultimately a colossal amount of people died."

more on my mother:

artist, born in st. peterburg russia. 1964.

check out her artwork http://www.yelena-budylin.com