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Travel Pictures - UKRAINE - 1991 & 1999 |
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I entered Ukraine knowing very little about this subjugated country that
had been hidden for several decades behind the iron curtain. My main objective was to find relatives I hoped were living near the village where my grandparents were born. I feared that I might be shunned by my relatives because of the decades of Soviet, anti-American propaganda. However, immediately upon my arrival, I was treated better than a king. |
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Meeting my relative Peter for the first time after
arriving completely unannounced on his doorstep - |
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Peter and Anna in front of their lovely house, which is
very typical of Ukrainian villages - |
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Peter's and Anna's barn and cellar as well as stacks of
firewood for cooking and heating - |
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An emotional feast with relatives only hours after I had
arrived completely unannounced on their doorstep - |
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I met Boris (at right) at my hotel restaurant in Rivne
and, since he spoke English, he graciously volunteered |
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Ura's and Valya's home was one of my favorite places to
stay because of their hospitality and the
joy with which they approached |
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Ura and Sasha showing off their "mink" - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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Peter and Anna standing on their front doorstep along with their homemade broom - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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Relatives (Peter, Valya, Anna, and Ura) insisting that I
join them by ingesting another round of rocket fuel. Peter is flipping
under his chin, |
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Peter and Anna making silage on a bitterly cold December night - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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This photo was taken in Tesiv at the location where my grandmother was born (the
house no longer exists). Sitting patiently inside the vehicle is my driver, Alexi, and my cousin Peter. We were probably on our way to a feast where I would be expected to overeat and get hammered - but I can't remember - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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Fields, gardens, and enormous stacks of hay on the collective farm. Ukraine
is blessed with excellent topsoil - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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During my visit to Ukraine, I stayed with many relatives in Rivne,
Bochanitsa, Tesiv, and Ostrog. Pictured here are some of my wonderful relatives in Ostrog where I felt more at home than in my actual home. My grandparents were born in the neighboring villages of Tesiv and Bochanitsa. (L to R) Maria, Stephan, and granddaughter Tanya - Ostrog, Ukraine |
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My cousin Tanya on the balcony of Zamkova Hora (Castle Hill), a 14th
century fortress. Ostrog is an historic town and one of the oldest settlements in Ukraine. The town has been a center of learning and is also known for the Ostroh Bible, which was the first Bible printed in the old Slavic language - Ostrog, Ukraine |
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Rivne (Rovno) is the largest city in the region and has a pleasant city
square. Here I am posing with my cousin Tanya as a demolition crew removes Lenin's hideous statue from its pedestal only days after the August Coup - Rivne (Rovno), Ukraine |
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Many Ukrainians have close-knit families that value education. Although
Ukrainians have a relatively poor standard of living, they are highly educated, which makes them somewhat of an enigma in the world. (L to R, Alla, Peter, and Inna) - Rivne (Rovno), Ukraine |
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Ukraine's education system is admirable, but the economy is lacking. In
fact, when Ukrainian families emigrate to the United States, they are usually about one grade ahead of their American counterparts. Here my cousin Peter has just finished helping his daughter Inna with her homework - Rivne (Rovno), Ukraine |
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The results of too much samarhon! During my visits to Ukraine, relatives
always worked diligently to get me to drink alcohol whether it was vodka, samarhon (backyard vodka), cognac, wine, or beer. Ensuring that your guest drinks copious amounts of liquor is firmly engrained in the Ukrainian culture and my relatives seemed compelled to get me sauced. Before entering Ukraine, I had never drank hard liquor; however, although I entered Ukraine a non-drinker, I departed a hard drinker! - Rivne (Rovno), Ukraine |
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None of my relatives could speak enough English to communicate with me effectively. Therefore, Boris' wife Julie was often "kidnapped" to translate at our family get-togethers. Julie was wonderful both as a friend and a translator. In fact, I nearly became obsolete because eventually Julie knew the answers to most of my relatives' questions. Here Julie is being kidnapped from her Rivne apartment - (L to R, Alla, Julie) Rivne (Rovno), Ukraine |
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Valya's parents were making these primitive brooms on a cold November day.
My experiences in Ukraine taught me to be more resourceful. In later years, if I found myself in the boondocks without a sweeper, I often made very effective brooms out of sticks and twigs - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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Peter and Anna standing next to their primitive but functional stove. As
you can see, the older Ukrainians were brought up in a culture that didn't encourage smiling when taking photos! - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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During my first two visits to Ukraine, my first-hand experiences with the lifestyle
seemed more like time travel - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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Here my cousin Ura leads me along an icy shortcut through the village - Tesiv, Ukraine |
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The community school and church on a snowy December day
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A frosty, winter scene outside Peter's & Anna's
"dacha" - |
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A very sad goodbye after spending a life-changing month with
relatives. Interestingly, this is the very same train station |
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