I know you are all wondering how I came to be this international woman of mystery that I am today. Well, from ages 11-13 I lived in Russia. Central Siberia to be exact. Our family went to the bustling city of Irkutsk to plant a church in the mid-90s. Russia has stayed in my heart ever since and it is today’s Sunday Kind of Love. A truly beautiful nation. Plus, these old photos are completely embarrassing, so it works for An Uncomfortable January too.
A street in downtown Irkutsk.
Houses in the snow. A common site.
Oh, the athleticism displayed in this photo The great thing about long winters and so much snow is that it gets packed down hard enough to ski or ice skate if you need to go somewhere.
The kitchen in a friend’s old house.
I’ll give you one chance to find the American in this pic.
Parent’s would gather and build amazing forts of ice and snow around the city. They had slides and stairs. A winter’s playground.
Just the neighbors butchering meat in the hallway of our apartment building.
One of our church’s small groups.
My beautiful mama in blue. And that’s me in the red sheep sweatshirt. Handling some meat. Grind, slice, chop…
Doing math homework on my abacus.
Well, hope you enjoyed memory lane as much as I did. I’m guessing your junior high experience was a little different than mine?