Blogs which describe moments in my life, or the lives of my family.
The recent death of the Queen of England, and the arrangements for her funeral, made me think of this post from earlier in the year. My great-grandmother, mother of my maternal grandfather remembered the funeral for Tsar Alexander II and I am fortunate to have her memories in my possession.
Is there anything more frustrating than inheriting a lot of family photographs which are not identifiable? I almost think it is worse to have photographs which only have one word on the back – and especially when that word is illegible. Such is the case with the photograph above. On
I have often written about letters and my passion for reading other people’s thoughts and descriptions of their lives. I have already written a post on one of the letters written by Empress Alexandra of Russia to her husband, Tsar Nicholas II. It was taken from the book Letters of
(Update of a previous post) The Tsarevitch Alexei probably knew my grandfather better than I did. In fact, I feel as if I hardly knew my grandfather, Paul Woronoff (or Pavel Voronov as he was known in Russian). He died when I was nine years old, although I have a
Cleopatra Konstantinovna Martynov, neé Countess Kleinmichel, faced many challenges in life. She was the eldest sister of my grandmother, Olga Voronov. Cleopatra was born on 19 April 1886. I believe she was born at Ivnya, the Kleinmichel family estate, however her death certificate states Moscow. She died in France five
It is apparently common knowledge that Empress Alexandra of Russia believed the swastika to be lucky. However, I didn’t know that until I began to look through old French magazines which I inherited. It makes sense though as, according to my grandmother Olga Woronoff, the Empress was deeplyreligious but also