The chicken we BBQ was excellent, as was the fried rice etc. .
Since I think a barb like "my great grandmother Broomhilda Fizzlestick was Anastasia" is NOT a worthy comment for this well intended discussion board, I will make no farther reference toward it nor toward other remarks that ring with this kind of nonsense.
For farther reference, I am not just dropping a statement and running off never to return. And, as far as I know, I am quite stable in mind and spirit.
One of my failures is my constant hunger to know what are the truths and what are the red herrings of the events which lead up to and occured after the night of 16/17 of July 1918 in the House of Special Purpose in Ekaterinburg.
This leads me back to where I left off before I had to leave to cook dinner.
In 1948, I was only six years old. Hardly old enough to understand what I was told about people in a far away country about something that happen long before I was born.
There was a name given to the gentleman who told me the story. A name which I have long forgotten and have assumed since that the name given was probably not his real name. So, for the sake of this conversation, let me give him a label, let me call him Mr. XXX.
I do known: Mr. XXX spoke three lanuages while I was in his presents: English, German and what I thought was Russian.
I do know: My grandfather was born in Russia and one of his brothers was an officer of the White Army which entered Ekaterinburg in July of 1918.
Perhaps with the help of people reading this, we can discover who Mr. XXX was and why a six year old was told the story so long after the event.
AGRBear
