Tuesday, March 3, 2009

WHAT IS IN THEIR THOUGHTS...


There is a couple of books written about the tragic events that took place over a long weekend in March...but this story belongs to.....

Olga was 14...she was the youngest of 11....she had to grow up very quickly...her mother and sisters children survived but they where in shock the children only 9 and 2 .....grandmother was so shell shocked Olga had to stay strong ....they huddled in the church for two days waiting for their turn to die....but it didn't happen ....they where saved...... but they would carry that pain of those days for the fallen ones?.......they would remember.....

I thought.... could I have been able to cope ...could anyone really be able to understand....the fear, the relief, the guilt of surviving.....

WHAT IS really HER THOUGHTS...

The story is told in other books of my mothers village.... I thought...there were other survivors, they are telling the story....A Memorial was erected in the village...

I thought ....now that it's been acknowledge can the healing begin......
Here is an article I found when googled "Pavlokoma"

"A Memorial to the Fallen Ukrainians in the Polish village of Pavlokoma, Petro Potichny, Professor of Canada’s McMaster University and author of the book Pavlokoma. 1441-1945: History of the Village, said it was another positive step on the path of reconciliation between Ukraine and Poland.

He described the ceremony as a “very important event” and “the first commemoration of the Ukrainian tragedy outside Ukraine.”

“Pavlokoma … is a symbol of the tragedy of not only the village but of all Ukrainians that lived in Eastern Poland,” he said.

Mr. Potichny, the eyewitness of that tragedy, opined that Ukraine and Poland must never neglect such painful issues but settle them: “I think it will help Ukrainians and Poles communicate. Some people will probably dislike this fact, but we know when such events are recognized and marked people begin to treat them differently and then reconcile.”


"Despite documented evidence and recognition by the Polish side of the fact that a crime was perpetrated in Pavlokoma by members of Polish self-defense units and the former Armia Krajowa, the Council for the Protection of the Struggle and Martyrdom did not agree to the inclusion of an appropriate text on the Ukrainian victims’ gravestone. The inscription engraved on the tombstone, made in Ukraine, was coordinated with the Polish side. It reads: “In eternal memory of 366 victims, who died tragically on March 1-3, 1945.”

Did it bring relief for Olga?.....Olga was angry...... on the monument it says that a tragedy happened here....she says; why didn't they say what really happened........A plane did not fall from the sky and kill these people......she says...

Where does the story start?

The Memorial in 2008


12-05-2006 15:46 President Viktor Yushchenko arrives on two-day official visit to Poland
Yushchenko is supposed to meet with Polish President Lech Kaczynski,

On the very same soil where blood was spilled more than six decades ago, the presidents of the two nations opened a memorial on May 13 honoring those who perished, urging reconciliation and declaring a new era in Polish-Ukrainian relations embodied by the Orange Revolution.

"I can only imagine what a difficult road has been traveled by tens of thousands of people to this act of reconciliation which we are witnessing today," said Ukrainian President Viktor Yushchenko.

"But I am convinced of one thing: that only the strong are capable of forgiving. I am convinced that the memory of one's own history, historical memory, is an imperative for contemporary times."

Polish President Lech Kaczynski acknowledged that the massacre was covered up for decades by past Polish and Soviet governments, which forbid crosses and prayers for those who perished.

"The time has now come to not hide the truth and to speak of the wrongs that have not been righted," Mr. Kaczynski said.



"Pavlokoma"



The picture is of the original church steeple...the cows are keeping it safe..


I took this picture on a wonderful trip last June 2008 with Henry and Mom...



I thought....where does one begin a story, how far back should one go to find the source of the pain.........should it start on this day.....

March 3, 1945


"A detachment of 60 men in Red Army uniforms marched into the village of Pavlokoma, a village on a bend in the San River near the town of Dyniv in the Lemko region, and exacted its measure of revenge against a purported haven for the Ukrainian Insurgent Army:
383 human beings were annihilated.

Since some of the victims cried out, recognizing their neighbors among the murderers, it has since been determined that it was an act of blind hatred committed by acquaintances, former friends, members of families, Ukrainians and Poles inextricably intertwined."

I thought..... should it go further back.....why did they do what they did....

was the pain deeper still.....


THE TREE OF LIFE


I thought many times over many years

HOW could I tell her story....
I told her, write it down MOM
I will copy it onto the computer, send it to someone.......

I thought I'm not a writer ......
I'm a visual being...
can I draw a picture?.......
so I thought and I thought ......


hmmm I thought I'll start with a mural on the top floor of Olga's house.....
my old room when I was a teenager........

I said.....I going to paint the story of your life Mom...

so here is the start of the mural....the corner of my old room
the start of Olga's story.............THE TREE OF LIFE

Family



We all have them ...and we all have our trials and tribulations with them..
My mother has had an incredible journey and has a good story to tell..
I guess I've heard it all my life...maybe I heard it before I even came into being...
She thought it...this pain she keeps so dear to her....

she can be such a generous soul...but then she can sting with her words of truth.....without thinking twice at who she is hurting, because in her world it is truth....

Olga she has a story to tell and has told parts of it ...the sad,the grief,the struggling parts... some of the memories are so horrific they make movies of moments like these...it was the war years awful things happened,

Olga remembers as if it was yesterday she often says...people should know what happened......
When I was younger I was embarrassed when she started off on that subject...the I've had such a hard beginning......

When I was younger I thought that I wanted to be nothing like her......and now I laugh at how much I am like her in such good ways......Her drive and ambition to succeed, hard working get the job done, doing it; whatever it is to the best of ones ability.....

Mothers and Daughters

Mother and daughter relationships can be difficult at times...many books have been written on the subject........

Olga and I have had our moments......

She often say's we are much the same and are having a similar experience,; on our journey......

I thought over the years; no way I'm different...but looking back.......

I thought we've had many of the same life lesson's......

I thought could this be part of our dna......
I thought....... I was the baby of the first marriage,
before we came to Canada....
Olga is no different she is the baby in her family.......
her world.......

DESEDERATA






















The DESEDERATA is my most favorite.....
I've carried it with me since I was 18.....Enjoy! .......GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND HASTE, & REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY BE IN SILENCE.
AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, WITHOUT surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare your self with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.

Be Yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with misgivings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

Your are a child of the universe, no less than the trees & the stars you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labours & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life

Keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be careful. Strive to be HAPPY.

FOUND IN OLD Saint Paul’s CHURCH BALITIMORE DATED 1692

Happy New Year 2

​I call this Ukrainian New Year a tradition of celebrating using the Georgian calendar.