Inspired by my grandmother - "Babushka Masha"

Making crapes from scratch tonight. A healthy and inexpensive way to feed family in the morning (make them the night before). My guys also like it as a desert with various toppings .
I've been making crapes for some years now and it is one of family favorites.
Here is a story ( of course) behind it...

Grandma's breakfast crapes: 

 - water at room temperature - 3 cups
 - 2 eggs
 - 1 tbs of slightly melter butter or oil
 - pinch of salt
 - 1/2 tbs of white sugar
 - all-purpose flower - 2 cups
 - oil for frying

Choose a heavy frying pan for making crapes. Combine eggs, salt, sugar and butter and mix well together. Add water ( you can also use milk of desired). Gradually add all the flower and mix well ( the batter should be a consistency of buttermilk).Heat a frying pan on med-high, add some oil (just a coating). Pour a 3/4 of soup ladle onto a heated frying pan - turning pan around spread evenly. Fry until golden. Turn over and fry the other side, 

Early 80-s in Soviet Russia. I am about 7-8 years old. Spending summer at grandparents in a countryside. Grandpa - dedushka Misha - is a superintendent at a local collective farm construction, and grandma  - babushka Masha - took an early retirement to take care if us kids. Kids are - my cousin Alesha and I. We practically live here all summer.
Babushka and dedushka live in their own house with attached acres. They grow potatoes for sale as an extra income ( tax free). There is a cow, couple of pigs , all types of domestic birds and of course a dog and cats as pets for us kids.
We sleep in one great room, in brass or stainless steel beds on duck feather beds and pillows. We sleep through early morning and hear grandmaster tip-toeing into the room to check on us.
As we rise  - breakfast awaits for us on wooden table painted with green lead paint and covered with an acrylic cloth with flowered print. Breakfast is usually many things. Today it is crapes. Grandma makes them very thin and lacy - just as we like it. We have it with honey, sour cream, jams or just like that - with a glass of whole unpasteurized milk. Needless to say that honey came from a beekeeper couple of houses over, sour cream is made of milk from out own beloved cow Lyska, and jams - they are made by grandmother from variety of fruit and berries my cousin and I gathered ( black and red currants, raspberries, gooseberries, bing cherries).

Bottom row, second from the left - is grandma "babushka Masha". She is 19 years old. It is a year of 1933. 

Village Chuevo. My grandfather Misha. It is 1963 - he survived  WWII and time of Soviet repression. 

Re-living these moment 30 years later I now started to realize how happy and free we were.
We did not have many things. Grandparents didn't have a phone - we used our neighbor's;  no car - the bus was always on schedule and the fair was symbolic; we didn't have a room for each child or a number of bathrooms in a house. But what we had was so much greater! We had a future, security, confidence that tomorrow will be better than today; we respected our elders and trusted our leaders. We believed that we live in the best time and in the best country in the world!
We were truly happy!