Mixed Metaphor Goats

Me at 6. St. Wenceslas Square in Prague.
(dirty knees and all)

My big sister and me, enjoying grandmother's heavenly jelly doughnuts.
(hey, I was three, and I remember that cup)

Grandmother and grandfather, the way I remember them.

Dad at the age of 10 - a stiff breeze could have blown him over.

Grandmother, grandfather and little Lidushka(circa. 1926).