Journaling reads:
This is a photo taken of my mother in 1947, when she was 28 years old. The situation in Ukraine at this time makes me think of her, because her life in Yugoslavia was also upended by war, in her case, World War II. Her husband (my father), brothers, and other men from their village were drafted into the Army; my father spent time as a POW. She and other women in the town were left behind with small children to try to maintain their family homes, but the town was overrun by enemy soldiers and they were forced to flee to Austria, leaving everything behind. My family lived in Germany for several years after the war and then emigrated to America; first North Carolina, and then Michigan, where I was born. Through all the upheavals, my mother worked hard and did what was needed to do to make sure her family was taken care of and loved, until she passed away in 2006.
On this, International Womens Day, when we talk of women we admire, I think of her.