I Don't Know How To Do Ukrainian!

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My head has been spinning the last two weeks. I have family! My parents died in the 80s, and I've been the wandering Jew, trying to keep it together with being on my own.
Then, I found out I have several cousins and I've spoken with three of them, including one who is 79, and he knew my mother when they were children, and my grandfather, his uncle, were very close. I found out that my grandfather had 4 brothers, one whom I had met as a child, but I had no idea he snuck my grandfather out of Odessa to Austria to go to medical school and made it over here before the Nazis got them. Some stayed behind, and the Nazis did get them. I knew that, but I didn't know some had escaped except my grandfather.
I wonder if my family was ever at the Odessa opera house above? My entire family on my mother's side were musical, and I can picture my grandfather walking into this opera house.
Odessa is a place that has changed hands quite a bit according to Wikipedia. I have so much to learn about it--I just learned I'm from there! But it was under Ukrainian rule, then the Russians then others. But the Ukraine and Russia were not the same. I always thought I was Russian.
I'm Ukrainian and have no idea how to do Ukrainian!
I have so many questions for my newly found family that they are going to regret finding me!
I have family.
I can quit being jealous of the rest of you now.



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This is really exciting news! I am so happy for you! As far as "doing Ukranian" the first thing we need to get you is a set of Ukranian nesting dolls.
I would really like to know what medium lead you to finding your family.
Good work.
Posted by
Betsy Thorpe |
November 11, 2009 12:38 PM
How wonderful for you. I can't imagine not having any family to provide a sense of belonging.
I always tell people I was raised an only child in a family of 6 kids. I was a late in life child. My mother was 41 and my father 50 when I was born. I don't understand why anyone in their late 50s and into their 60s want children. It is not fair to the children who should grow up in a family where the parents are in their prime of life and are more active in life.
I was 21 when my mother died and 27 when my father died. I was an adult but I felt cheated not having them when they should have been there to guide me. Now many of my classmates parents are dying and all I can say is appreciate the fact that they were still around until you were in your 40s or 50s. I only really knew one of my grandparents, my mother's father who lived to almost 90. My grandmother died when I was 3 and my father's parents were divorced and I don't remember that grandfather though I know he visited once from Tennessee. My grandmother came and stayed when I was 7 or 8. I was mad because she took my room and filled the top drawer with medications. Strange how I felt then and wish I could remember more now.
I have 2 half-sisters and a half-brother who is the oldest, he turned 81 this year. I also have 2 full sisters who are 19 and 12 years older than I am. The only one still home when I was a child was my sister Sandi who is now 65 and she moved out when I was 6 to go to college. When I was 5 we both had mono and tonsillitis and I had the measles all in the same year, I didn't spend much time at kindergarten. We both had our tonsils out together and she roomed with me in the Peds ward. I baby sat for her when I was in my teens. She later moved to Tukwila near Seattle years ago and we have drifted apart.
Now Sherron who is now 72 are the closest. Sherron was the only one still in my hometown and after her husband died I lived with her at our parents old home. She still lives there. She was there when I needed her. She woke me up when I was working 3 jobs and napping in the short time between them. I started working for her in my late teens and did so for 11 years until her husband died and she sold the business. One of my half-sisters also lives in the Tri Cities in SE Washington State. I used to see Betty who lives in Salem, during holidays growing up but I really never knew her, she has dementia and is in a nursing home she doesn't know anyone now. My brother I knew even less. He now lives outside of Palm Spring CA which I find strange since he spent a good part of his adulthood and marriage to his wife in the Seattle area, sailing the Sound in their 40 ft boat so California is a 180 for them.
I really only know 3 of the 5, but I know that they would be there if I needed them. The last time I saw my all of my siblings together was in 2003 when my niece held a family reunion for my brother's 75th birthday. It was in Montana in the summer and it was 105 degrees that day. The same temperature as the day I married my husband in the garden of the home we now live in and this is the Portland Metro Area.
I remember my father used to annoy me because he would tell the same stories over and over now I would give anything to remember some of them.
I really hope that you can stay in contact with your family now that you have found them and I hope they can fill in the blank spots in your family history.
Posted by
Photocrazy |
November 17, 2009 6:37 AM