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This picture is of my Dad, Nicholas,
his mother, Olga, and younger brother,
Michael, from their joint passport, taken the
year they came to Canada, 1931.
They arrived in May, and traveled
across Canada by train.
Dad remembered his mother,
looking out the window of the train
at the miles upon miles of snow-covered
terrain, and crying despairingly:
"Sibeer, Sibeer......."
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This is the family they were leaving.
It all looks very happy and peaceful,
however, my father remembered
the terror of having the political police
arrive to take away an uncle in the night.
Although my grandmother didn't want
to leave, it was considered desirable,
to ensure their continued safety, considering the political situation at
the time, for people
that had been on the wrong side of the
Bolshevik Revolution. |
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My dad, young and idealistic.
I believe that the belief he taught me by
his example, that there is a solution to every problem shows
in his face. |
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My Dad was a man of extremely few
written words. These postcards from a trip to Hollywood survive, and
convey the excitement he felt at visiting the center of the film universe. |
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He chose to come back to Canada,
to Edmonton, and build the film industry there. |
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This picture was taken in the
summer of about 1958. My brother Josh and I are in the front, and Dad is
holding Zoltan. |
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This was taken a few years later,
with Zoltan and my third brother, Daryl, after we moved to an acreage
outside Edmonton, where my Dad was continually building, modifying and
inventing labor-saving devices, and encouraging my brothers to learn how
to do the same. |
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We all worked in the family
business at one time or another, and three of my brothers continue in the
family tradition, to this day. This picture is of Dad and Scott, my
youngest brother, with a camera. Dad loved photographic equipment, and we
grew up surrounded by the latest technological advances. I think that's
where we all gained love and respect for the inventors of the world. |
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Dad and me at the Moviola (editing
machine) at Cine Audio in the early 70's |
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All my brothers inherited my Dad's
mechanical genius. Here's Dad, in his later years, with Josh at Cine
Audio. |
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Me, Dad and Daryl, in the
mid-80's. |
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Dad with my son Cadeyrn, the first
of his four grandchildren, 1990. |
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Dad continued while he was well
enough, to foster the same kind of learning he gave us. When Cadeyrn was a
toddler, he sent him tools and an old projector to take apart. In this
picture, they are working on a car that he was making for Cadeyrn. |
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Dad with Kalonica and Doug |
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Dad, visited by grandchildren, at
Cine Audio, where he continued to work after officially retiring. |
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Dad, outside the back door to Cine
Audio, the company that he founded, now carried on by Josh, Daryl and
Scott. |
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Dad, in later years, always
thinking. |
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A collage of photos of my father,
from his funeral, depicting him with my brothers, the extended Zubko
family, and his beloved cameras and airplane. |
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More to come, as
I get the time.... |
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