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my family's journey through time
Rena's Memories

Under the Soviet government you lied through your teeth and were very stubborn and that’s how you survived.
Part 1 (Early Memories)
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Birth
Toward the end of her pregnancy, my mother went to Leningrad to be with her mother and sister, Klava (two years younger). I was born on March 8, 1930. My mother and her family always made a big fuss over me because I was born on International Women’s Day. My mother often received special gifts and attention because she gave birth to a daughter on March 8. Six months later my mother returned to Kiev.

Our Apartment
Rena being nursed by her mother Polina Shugaevskaya (in the US her name was Pauline Shugaevsky).
I will talk about my childhood in Kiev as far as I can remember. I remember the location on the street where I played very, very well. I was born when my parents already lived in Kiev, so my earliest memories of Kiev go back to before I was even five.
According to Bobbi’s curriculum vitae, she taught school in Chernigov till 1930. Rena was born March 8, 1930 in Leningrad where Bobbi went to give birth. That same year she started working in Kiev.
I lived on the street that to me looked beautiful, because outside the windows of my room there were linden trees all around. At the end of the street there was a water faucet – many people did not have running water in their apartment.
We had a relatively luxurious apartment. It was on the second floor of a long, long building. There was a corridor coming in and sort of an entry way where we used to cook in the summer using a Primus stove (a type of kerosine stove). Then you came into the kitchen which had a wood burning stove – the apartment was not centrally heated.
Unlike most of our neighbors, we had running water in the kitchen and a flush toilet. I don’t remember the sink. We did not have hot water – very few people did. Only people in places like Moscow did, but having running water and a toilet inside the house was very, very nice. Other people had to use an outhouse in the backyard. We also had a space in the cellar to keep food cold and a shed to store wood.
The other rooms (besides the kitchen) had these big stoves that were tiled all the way up to the ceiling. And you burned wood on the bottom, and when the tiles heated up you let the fire burn out and closed the flue so that the tiles stayed warm through the night and provided heat for the rooms.
The second room was a room where Lusha, our housekeeper, lived. She lived with us until I was eight. I remember her from when I was a young girl and she lived with us until she got married.
The middle room was sort of our dining/sitting room with rooms on each side of it. One was a bedroom for me and my mother, and my father had a separate room because he liked to work at night. That was his bedroom and his study. So there were 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 rooms altogether plus a hallway. It was considered very luxurious because many people had just one room at the time. Housing was very short.



