wow....
at the cottage of my youth in the 1970s, a Russian emigrant was my friend and his grandpa sat quietly in a rocking chair on the sunporch all day long.
on the mantle was photos of him in uniform, a USSR tank commander, hi-lited at freaking Kursk
what i would ask him today if he were still around, starting with how the heck he wound up summering on Lake Simcoe.....