November: Holodomor Rememberance Month

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The 4th Saturday of the month of November each year is observed as Holodomor Remembrance Day.

If you are an America reading this, there is an extremely high chance you’ve never even heard about Holodomor, as they don’t teach this part of history in American schools. So I am hoping to spread awareness to my small corner of the world wide web.

– First, I need to say, absolutely none of these photos below are mine. I have given credit where credit is due under each photo, and I greatly appreciate these historical archives being available online to the public. –

Holodomor (which in Ukrainian language means “death inflicted by starvation”) was the man-made famine from 1932-1933 led by Josef Stalin, killing millions of Ukrainians by starvation in order to keep Ukraine from gaining independence as a nation. Ukraine had built a reputation of resistance to Soviet Rule and Stalin saw that as a threat to the Soviet Regime, fearing a Ukrainian Counter-Revolution. Since the easiest way to control a person/people is by their controlling their food, Stalin began depriving the Ukrainian people –  especially the farmers which consisted of 80% of Ukraine’s population – of food. Controlling their food supply gave the government complete control of every aspect of their lives. Starving people don’t have the energy they need to fight back.

Photo Credit: ENRS

First: he decreed the collectivisation of agriculture, which gave the Soviet State direct control over all of Ukraine’s rich resources for agricultural (it is know as the Bread Basket of the world), as well as the complete control over the supply of grain. With the intention of wiping out the Ukrainian nation, Stalin put unrealistic quotas on grain procurement, and decreed that anyone, even a child, would be shot or imprisoned for at least 10 years if being caught stealing any “socialist property,” aka food, even a crumb. In 1933, nearly 55,000 Ukrainians had been tried & sentenced for this act, and at least 2,000 were executed for it.

Photo Credit: HREC Education

The majority of poor Ukrainian farmers resisted collectivisation & taxation. Many Ukrainians participated in resistance protests. Tens of thousands of farmers were arrested, shot, or sent to labor camps for protesting. They were forced to surrender their farms, livestock, and tools to the Soviet Authorities then forced to work on collective farms instead.

The farmers who happened to be rich or successful (labeled as Kulaks) where declared lazy enemies of the state and were to be eliminated by deportation or execution. This was meant to serve as a warning to anyone who opposed, a way to transfer confiscated land to the collective farms, and to eliminate both private ownership & independent leadership of villages.

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In 1933, Ukraine’s borders were shut down, preventing anyone from leaving to find food. Even though the borders were sealed, some Ukrainians did manage to flee to Poland. Next, the Soviet State began a system of internal passports. All farmers were denied this passport, therefore unable to travel or obtain tickets for the train. The same restrictions were put in place for the region of Kuban in Russia (which is on the Ukrainian border) and had the highest percentage of Ukrainian population outside of Ukraine.

If farmers didn’t meet their unrealistic quotas, their village became blacklisted. Blacklisted villages were baracaded and denied from receiving supplies. It was a mass death sentence punishment on the entire village.

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The government authorities raided villages, homes, & barns; breaking their walls, digging into their grounds, and destroying everything in their path in order to destroy or confiscate every last handful of food anyone was attempting to hide. In order to survive, they were forced in situations where they had to eat anything they could to survive, including turning to cannibalism.

In 1932, the Soviet State extracted enough grain to feed at least 12 million people for an entire year, while starving every Ukrainian in the process. In 1933, there was still enough reserves to feed at least 10 million people, while roughly 28,000 Ukrainians died daily from starvation.

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In order to conceal this event, fake villages (called Potemkin Villages) were set up for foreign visitors, specifically Westerners. Travel by foreigners was already restricted to certain areas with Government Official escorts only prior to Holodomor, so creating the facade of these Potemkin Villages was simple & unquestioned. These villages were set up with fake food & items to make the village look prosperous. Any destitute villagers were replaced with plump Party members & professional actors, playing their roles to make sure any Westerners don’t have any suspensions, and it worked. The Americans easily fell for it. The true citizens were hidden & forbidden from appearing in public during these visits. The Westerners would come back & report this false reality to the rest of the world, thus further covering up the facade without even knowing it. The Interview with Seth Rogan & James Franco potrays this exactly, except set in modern times in North Korea.

The United States knew Stalin’s famine was taking place and decided to turn a blind eye to it for their own benefit since they were receiving lucrative trade deals while Stalin prepared to industrialize & modernize the Soviet Union.

Until 1991, when Ukraine gained its independence, there was strict Soviet Law that use of the word “famine” was banned in all documents, records, and accounts. Up until this point, all records including recorded eyewitness accounts had been inaccessible. They banned Ukrainians from speaking about this event, both during & after it happened. The Soviet authorities did everything they could to cover up this genocide. They hid & denied it. When “rumors” began spreading of famine by Ukrainians who had successfully fled, the authorities refused aid, insisting there was no famine, just “food difficulties” and “partical crop failures,” and no one needed any help. Any discussion of this event or who/what caused it was forbidden by any press. The media would vigorously attack anyone who attempted to speak out about the event, silencing their voice & turning everyone in the media against them. The Government cancelled the Visas of any journalist they felt wasn’t loyal enough to the Soviet Regime, but if they wrote positively about it, they were given special privileges & “rewards.” Famous writers were influenced by the Soviet Authorities to spread disinformation, especially to the West. The Soviet Embassies around the world were ordered to deny the event as well, claiming the “rumors” of famine were mere attempts to “slander the USSR.” Everyone complied, out of fear, until 1986 when Ukrainian poet & activist, Ivan Drach, spoke publicly about it for the first time. He wanted everyone to know how dangerous Official Silence is. It wasn’t until 1991 when surviving victims began sharing their truths & grieving.

George Orwell also wrote about Holodomor in his novel, Animal Farm. 5000 copied were originally printed, but at least 3000 of those copies were confiscated & destroyed by both American and Soviet Authorities because they were considered “propaganda.” In 1947, Animal Farm was translated into Ukrainian language by Ihor Shevchenko, called Kolhosp Tvaryn which translates to “A Collective Farm of Animals,” putting Stalin’s Collective Farms on the cover of the book. The Ukrainian version included a letter from George Orwell to the Ukrainian refugees. Copies of this version were passed around between Ukrainian Revolutionaries.

Photo credit: Holodomor Museum, Kyiv

Like all Ukrainians, I hold this event dear in my heart. Since I was a very little girl I was always very sympathetic for people facing food insecurity. I wanted to help them – however that may be to a child. I have fond memories of volunteering at a food bank with my school. I remember preparing, packaging, and serving those in need out of a little window downtown. As a child from well-to-do parents, that experience greatly shaped my view of food-insecurity. I saw a very real world outside of my own safe bubble. Maybe it is why when the Ukrainian Refugees began arriving in Cincinnati, I made it my personal mission to help them find food. My Ukrainian heart has generational memories ingrained from my ancestors struggles through this major food-driven genocide. Maybe it is why food is my love language. Maybe it is why I have felt such a strong need to stockpile & preserve food for my family, especially over the last few years as food insecurity in America is at an all time high (and the basic survival skills of the average American is at an all time low thanks to the convenience lifestyle), preparing us with knowledge & skills to survive off the land. Maybe it is why I was born with a strong spirit & veins that run deep with resistance to our own government, censorship, & injustices, especially how destitute people are treated here in America today. Our passions & callings in life are by design, they aren’t random. I wasn’t stamped at birth, I was stamped before I even existed. 

In the month of November, while you are giving Thanks & enjoying your feasts, please keep the victims of Holodomor in your hearts. Honor them at your tables. Keep their memory alive. Remember how truly blessed you are to have a meal in front of you.

In this month, I am hoping to plan a day trip to visit the Holodomor Memorial with my children in Cleveland – Ohio’s largest Ukrainian population. Maybe my Ukrainian family there will join us. I would love that, although I’m not 100% sure yet if I can make this trip happen.

Photo credit: HREC Education

If you feel called, please reach out to a local Food Bank or Homeless Shelter to volunteer & help others that are currently facing food insecurity. If your schedule doesn’t allow for that, consider donating food items instead. Food Banks are especially busy during the holiday months, and already haven’t been able to keep up with the rapidly growing amounts of families currently struggling with food. They need your help now more than ever.

Go ever further and share a meal with the homeless. Sit down and eat with them. Listen to their stories. If you are in the Cincinnati area, you can do this at City Gospel Mission. It’s a great volunteer opportunity as an entire family.

Photo Credit: Cleveland Historical

I hope you learned something new about History today and feel inspired to help others currently facing food insecurity and/or begin learning skills surrounding food security & self-sufficiency for yourself and family. Learn skills for preventing food waste. Challenge yourself to a no-waste November.

I hope you are also inspired to stand up for the current injustices in the world revolving around food and continue sharing about the genocides & injustices in the past so they do not go forgotten. The past is doomed to repeat if the people don’t learn the REAL truth. The truth that isn’t taught in American schools. The truth they don’t want the citizens to know. Fight against all government censorship, do not support it in any way. Nothing good comes from censorship. Please understand that the governments are completely willing to starve us into submission for their own gains. Fight against all government that puts & keeps their own people in poverty. It’s unconscionable. And it’s not a far-fetched conspiracy, it’s currently happening in America.

Until next time ♡ Mama Morozov

I Found My Family

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I did it. I FOUND MY FAMILY!

I have been actively & consistently searching for my family in Ukraine since the very first day of the Russian Invasion: February 24,  2022. I needed to find them to make sure they were safe.

I started with zero-to-incorrect information. It felt impossible. I’d search and search and search some more. I would learn new information & feel more lost. Every search always came to a dead end, but I never gave up. I just kept teaching myself Українська мова so that when I did find them, I could speak with them.

My grandmother had 3 last names (same as me) over the course of her lifetime. That alone can make finding someone difficult. I found that because her maiden name was Kruk she came from Western Ukraine. It is a name primarily from Lviv, meaning “Raven,” so I focused all of my efforts there. I found my maiden name comes from Ternopil, which is next to Lviv. I felt like I was finally getting somewhere.

Then, in January 2024, I got a real lead. An envelope from my aunt, in Ukrainian cursive. I had no idea at the time that this letter would be the key to finally finding my family.

I received a new name: Kateryina Fedorivna Kruk. The сестра of my бабуся. From her name, I was able to find that my бабуся’s fathers name was Fedor.

I received an oblast: Ivano-Frankivsk

And I received a village: Zalyp’ia

So I pull up a map of Ukraine, and see that Ivano-Frankivsk is right in between the two oblasts!!! It makes sense! So I move my efforts to Ivano-Frankivsk.

I also notice on the map that the family that we sponsored to bring to America through the U4U Program is from the oblast next to Ivano-Frankivsk. Keep in mind that Ukraine is only slightly smaller than the size of Texas in America. An oblast is what America knows as “States.” It is only a 2 hour drive from Ivano-Frankivsk to Chernivsti. I decided to try to find the needle in a haystack and ask them for help.

They asked their friends who are still living in Ukraine to go to Ivano-Frankivsk and get my grandmothers records for me. They did me one even better by tracking down my living family, contacting them in Ukrainian language to let them know I am searching for them, and passed along my information.

I was given a name, Olesya, and then I waited. Then I received a phone call. I knew right away it was truly my family. I could hear it in her voice. It was a familiar voice, that even though I had never spoken to in my life, I knew it. 

This is my 4th cousin, Oleysa. Her daughter, Anastasia. And her mama. Oleysa came to America 2 years ago when the war began. Her daughter came with her, but has since decided to go back home.

We spoke for 2 hours on the phone, connecting the dots & matching information. I scribbled down all of the new names.

She told me she would send me photos soon. I waited.

I learned that Zalyp’ia has only one street in their village.

I learned that my grandmother, Olga, was 1 of 6 children: 2 boys, and 4 girls. The exact same dynamic as my family. I do not believe in coincidences.

I learned that my entire Kruk family was very hardworking people.

Kruk Home – from envelope

My new found family is from the village 1 km from Zalyp’ia, called Pidhoroddia.

John, Olga, Mary, Irene, my dad

This is the first time seeing my aunts so young!

Unknown, My dad

My dad

Aunts: Mary, Irene

Aunt Irene, Cousins: Sandy & Shawn

Funny story: I immediately texted Sandy after receiving this photo and told her this person in purple looked identical to her. She responded with “who sent you that? I look terrible in that photo with Aunt Irene and Shawn!” Getting that confirmation it was her was so cool!

Aunt Irene

Olga’s brother, Stepan.

Stepan (deceased) went to the concentration camp in Germany with Olga. He had a number tattooed on his hand. He was married and had 2 children: 1 daughter, Nadia (deceased), and 1 son, Roman (deceased). I think my aunt Irene resembles him. Nadia had 2 sons, Roman also had 2 sons, Oleh & Vitaly.

Olga’s youngest brother, Myhailo.

Myhailo married but had no children. I think my aunt Mary resembled him.

Olga’s sister, Paraskevia

She lived to be 101 years old. She did not marry or have children. She went by Paska. I think that is what I will look like as a бабуся.

*Not pictured is Olga’s sister Kateryina, who went by Kaska, or her oldest sister Anastasia. Anastasia went to Siberian Concentration Camp. She had 1 daughter: Nadia, and 2 sons: Roman & Metro. I believe they stayed in Russia, but Nadia went back to Ukraine. Kateryina did not marry or have kids.

Olga’s Cousin, Paraskevia

This is Olga’s cousin, who has the same name as her sister. Her mother was Evdokia Kruk. This is the grandmother of Oleysa, who is my 4th cousin. She died in 2006.

Barbara Kruk Prunchak (deceased), Mary Kruk Forster (deceased)

Olga had another cousin named Barbara who lived in Upstate New York. She lived to be 102. Olga visited her. Her son, Bob, remembers my grandmother. I look forward to hearing more about her.

Bob

I put this photo of Kaden & my dad together with the same accordion, but nearly 60 years apart. I really love when life comes full circle like that.

Kaden on left, my dad on right

Well, that’s all I know for now. I am incredibly grateful for these extremely well preserved photos. Some did not make it through the years as well. I’m waiting for copies of the letters that my grandmother wrote home to Ukraine. Her first husband also stayed in contact with her family, even after her passing, so I’m really excited to be able to read these letters and hopefully find the answers to all my questions and fill in the blanks. I am still in complete shock that my very big dream finally happened! I found my family in Ukraine! I look forward to getting to know my family more and hearing all about their lives in Ukraine. I want to learn their favorite foods & see photos of how they dressed. I want to learn folklore passed down in our family & stories of my ancestors and keep it all safe here so future generations won’t lose these important keys to our past.

Thanks for being here for my journey – My Ode to Olga.

Until next time ♡ Mama Morozov

Ukrainian Pancakes (Syrniki)

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Sasha & I made Syrniki this morning for breakfast! Syrniki are Ukrainian pancakes made from Farmers Cheese. I didn’t have time to pick up real Farmers Cheese, so I used cottage cheese as a substitute. Next time I make these, I’m going to stop in at Marina’s European Food Market and pick up some real Slavic Farmers Cheese.

In case you don’t know us personally, I am Ukrainian & my husband is from Russia. I was lucky enough to grow up learning some of the Ukrainian/Eastern European culture from my dad & his family (his sister, Mary, & her polish husband, Vince, both who are sadly no longer with us.) I loved going to their family parties! Learning the traditions, hearing the language… I loved their accents. I’d ask them to speak to me in Ukrainian, and in Ukrainian they would say, “why should I speak it if you can’t understand it?” I just thought that was the coolest thing ever. I learned a few words growing up, but never the language.

Ever since I was little, I knew I wanted to marry an Eastern European man. I gave all of my children a Ukrainian (or Russian) middle name to honor our heritage: Kaden Yuri (after my dad) 💙, Ella Aleksandriya 💗, Mia Nataliya (after Niko’s birth mother) 💗, Sasha Katiya 💗, Athena Mariyah (after my dad’s sister & my mom, both Mary… *side note: it isn’t supposed to have an “h” at the end. I’m still mad at myself for agreeing to putting that) 💗, & Moses Kolya (after Niko) 💙.

Since the invasion, I have decided to go “full Ukrainian.” I’ve taught myself how to read & write their alphabet confidently. I can now speak Ukrainian at an elementary level. I am teaching my children as I learn so we can be fluent at home. My husband has tried teaching me Russian over the years (which is very similar to Ukrainian), and I’ve tried Rosetta Stone in the past so it wasn’t totally unfamiliar to me, but this time it just clicked- almost like it was unlocked from my DNA bank. I finally would be able to not only understand what they were saying to me, but respond too. I’m so proud of myself.

In addition to all of that, I am learning how to cook Ukrainian foods so that I will be able to pass recipes down to my children to continue embracing our culture for generations to come.

Today we made Syrniki & it turned out REALLY yummy so I decided to share it here.

Gather your ingredients.

  • 2 16oz containers cottage cheese (farmers cheese if possible)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 cup flour
  • 4 tablespoons sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt

I have a large family & wanted to make sure that I had extra to send to my parents to try. If you have a small family; cut this in half, or make & use for breakfast prep/freezer breakfast meal for later.

Mix together.

Sasha hard at work mixing everything together in a big bowl.

Meanwhile, pour some oil of your choice on a skillet on the stove and let it heat up.

Wash your hands again. Leave them a little wet, but not dripping. Grab a smallish size amount of cheese mixture and form into a patty & place on stove. Wet hands again & repeat one by one. You’ll want to fry them until they are golden brown. DO NOT move them until you see the crust forming on the bottom & the top looks flat like pancake batter, no longer like cottage cheese (the cottage cheese will slop all over the pan if you flip too soon). Flipping is more difficult than with American pancakes.

Once both sides are golden brown, transfer to a place &…

Serve.

I served these with peaches. I had planned on making cream to go with them as well, but got too overwhelmed with the flipping that I decided peaches were enough. Next time I will definitely make the cream ahead of time because it would be a very nice treat to go with them.

Now that I made them and know what to expect, I will feel more confident making them from here on out. I am excited to try them with various toppings, especially other fruits & jams. They are more savory than sweet, so the fruits bring a natural sweetness to them. They are really, really good though- the kids even said they were delicious!

Until next time ♡ Mama Morozov

What’s Been Going on at Mama Morozov’s Home

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Happy Monday!! It started out a sort of overcast morning over here on this day so I’m catching up on housework. I have a sort of “unwritten rule” that dreary/overcast days are for housework and sunny days are for yardwork because I don’t want to miss any time with the sun.

We had a really great Sunday Family Day yesterday. The sun was shining, the kids were playing. We skipped church since the kids have some yucky cold symptoms going on and just hung out at home together.

My gardens have come along so much this week! There’s still tons to be done though! I’d like to get mulch down this week before the crazy amount of weeds return!

I filled my basket planter with these adorable trailing white flowers that will hang down under my Ukrainian flag. I’m really excited to see how far they grow!

I weeded & mulched this small garden bed this week. I used 2 bags and will still need to add at least one more bag here. This space was very low down compared to the grass around it and since it had probably never been mulched before I really want to get a good few layers on so the weeds don’t come back as heavy next year.

We brought our grill back out and bought a few needed grill tools for it.

Niko made hot dogs, vegetarian hot dogs, and the most delicious corn on the cob. I heated up the vegetarian baked beans & brought out watermelon, chips, and potato salad.

I planted this clematis in this planter. I’m so excited for the vines to take on a life of its own on this along the tower’s shapes. It’s going to be so beautiful especially when it has more purple flowers growing up it.

My ranunculus flowers are blooming and they are SO beautiful! One day I will have a much larger container filled with these beauties, but I’m SO happy with my start.

It has been so hot out lately & summer break is coming up so I decided it would be fun to get this inflatable pool for the kids to use this summer. It’s a lot of fun and the kids had a blast playing in it all day long.

Anyone have any tips on how to keep an inflatable pool clean all season? They always seem to get so gross after the first use.

I spoke with my neighbor last night and she gave me the compliment that my back yard is very pleasant to look at. That made me really happy. My hard work is making a difference for not only my own family but for my neighbors as well!!

It is my goal that while we are living in this home in Deer Park, someone nominates us for a Beautification Award. Her compliment made me really hopeful that could actually come true one day! I’ll just have to keep beautifying it for now.

Until next time ♡ Mama Morozov

Mother’s Day 2022

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Happy Mothers Day to all the mama’s out there! I hope that today was wonderful for you.

I started Mothers Day weekend off at my parents house. My dad made a French toast, fresh fruit, and potatoes breakfast for my mom & I on Saturday.

After breakfast, my mom & I went to our favorite local flower farmer annual plant sale. I am so happy about my picks. We got them planted today (Sunday) and I cannot wait to see them grow! I swear her flowers just take root so much better than anything I’ve gotten anywhere else around town!

After the plant sale, Niko & I took the kids out to the annual Chili Cook Off & Dessert Auction at church. I REALLY enjoyed the vegetarian chili. My mother in law told me that she would ask the woman who made it for the recipe for me.

The dessert auction was fun. I couldn’t believe how much some of these families paid for these homemade desserts! One cake went for over $1000! It was to raise money for the Youth Mission Trip. (My father in law let us know today that the entire trip is paid in full thanks to the auction!) Next year I really want to enter a dessert or two into the auction. I wonder how much mine would go for?! 🤔

My father in law made & entered a “Strawberry Fields Forever” strawberry shortcake filled with real strawberries 🍓 and topped with a homemade strawberry glaze. He bid on & won that for us all to share. It was SO yummy! My mother in law bid on chocolate chip cookies for us to share. We also ended up bringing home a red velvet & cream cheese frosting cake.

Gifts

We bought plain white photo frames. I wrote Happy Mothers Day in the center & the girls signed all of their names and colored with Sharpies. After they were finished, we printed out photos of Moses & the girls and put them inside of the frames.

Mia & I had gone to Trader Joe’s the afternoon beforehand to buy several bouquets of flower arrangements. I took the arrangements apart and I laid all of the flowers on the table for the girls to make new bouquets for the Babas (Ukrainian word for grandma 👵🏼) except for the roses (since they had thorns) which I split 3 ways evenly.

They ended up turning out really cute! I thought this was a super fun way for the girls to be involved. I loved doing this with Mia at Findlay Market last year and really wanted to be able to make it possible for all of the girls to create real bouquets together to gift to their Babas for Mothers Day and thought this would be the easiest and less stressful way to accomplish that.

We assembled all of our gifts together and packed them up for each Baba.

I wish I would have gotten a picture of all of the completed bouquets. They were really pretty. Both my mom & Ali were really impressed with the girls work. I really hope that we made them feel special today.

Mia & Ella each made me a few things. Mia made me a cupcake 🧁 at The Mad Potter & a really cute card. Ella made me a mushroom 🍄 at The Mad Potter, a clay bowl in art class, a bouquet of paper flowers each listing different reasons why she loves me, & a box of “coupons” for me to cash in for various things like hugs, a walk around the block, or helping me out around the house.

Noah, Ella, Luda, Mia, Ali, Niko & Moses, me, Athena, Kevin, Milana, Sasha

We went to church, then out to lunch with my husband’s parents, sister, & her two children: Noah & Milana.

The cousin crew! Ella, Sasha & Moses, Athena, Mia & Milana, Noah. I can’t believe how big they are all getting.

One of my favorite gifts I received (from Kaden) was my Ukrainian mosaic butterfly 🦋 to add to my garden.

Of course I have my Ukrainian flag flying proudly. Then I added the sunflowers for the bad-ass Ukrainian woman who was giving out sunflower seeds to the occupiers so when they die sunflowers will grow. I moved the blue & yellow flower over to this space to go along with the Ukrainian tribute to my people.

I love love love the way that it looks! The butterfly really pulls it together. I got my new plants into the ground and I can’t wait to watch them grow through the season.

Well, after this busy weekend, I’m so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open to finish writing this so I’m going to call it a night. 5 am will be here in the blink of an eye.

What was the best part of Mothers Day for you?

Until next time ♡ Mama Morozov

Ukrainian Pysanky 🇺🇦🥚🐣

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Ella came home from school last Friday with a new school project: Economics Market.

All of her classmates will be opening their own “shops” at their desk where they will be selling a paper item that they make. They will be decorating the shops, telling a bit of information about the shop/what is being sold. Ella will be selling Pysanky, otherwise known as Ukrainian Easter Eggs.

Ella is Ukrainian- we all are. Her grandfather, my dad, is a Ukrainian immigrant. Needless to say, even though we are living in America, I feel the deepest connection to this war currently happening in Ukraine.

I’ve always been extremely proud to be Ukrainian, but the amount of pride and gratitude I have for my heritage now is immeasurable. I grew up being taught that Ukrainians are strong people; the strongest in the world. I had no idea that I would ever have to witness the magnitude of their strength in my lifetime.

My dad & I on his birthday last year (April 2021) after celebrating with authentic Ukrainian cuisine including pierogies & borscht.

I know that we are very lucky to be living in America, yet I feel the strongest yearning to be there. If my dad never came to America, this war would be our lives right now and that is a scary thought. Yet I still for some reason feel as if that is where I belong. 

That isn’t possible at this time, however, so for now I’ll just continue to embrace the culture at home with my family, even more so now. We’ll become fluent in the language and carry the traditions. One day, when it is safe for my small children, we will travel there. Today, we will make pysanky.

Pysanky

Pysanky is the word for Ukrainian Easter Eggs. Pysanky are believed to hold great power for peace & love in the world. They were originally used in Spring ceremonies to thank the glorious sun for warming the Earth after the cold, hard Winter.

The designs and symbols that are decorated on pysanky have significant meanings- usually a wish of good fortune for the person you are gifting your pysanky to. On Easter Sunday, you would gift your pysanky and kiss the recipient on each cheek for good luck.

There is an old Ukrainian folk tale that Evil (a vicious monster)  is chained to a cliff. Each year his helpers go around the world and report back to him the number of pysanky that have been decorated.

If only a few eggs are made, his chains loosen and evil flows throughout the world. However if many eggs are made, his chains tighten; allowing love to conquer evil.

With all of the evil going on in the world, we are going to need a LOT of eggs.

Setting Up Shop

First, we found pysanky coloring pages on Pinterest then printed them out. Ella colored each egg and then wrote a wish for each egg on the back of them.

Next, we colored the pages for her shop and we cut them out and assembled them.

“At Ella’s Ukrainian Eggs, you can find Ukrainian Easter Eggs which are believed to hold great power for love in the world. Each egg has a special wish for you. Ella made these to support her Grandpa from Ukraine.”

“If you love ❤️ Ukraine, you should get one of these Ukrainian Easter Eggs. Plus they’re great for Easter and it is to be believed that these Eggs hold great power for love ❤ in the world 🌍.”

Her shop turned out SO cute! I’m very excited to hear how her project and “shopping” day goes. I am also excited to hear what the other children made for their shops. I really loved doing this project together with Ella. I loved that we were able to incorporate our heritage and culture to make it more meaningful to share with her friends at school.

Easter Celebration

My dad’s birthday coincided with Easter this year (the day after) so we went over to my parents home to celebrate both Easter and his birthday with an Easter Feast from the Wodka Bar. They offered a special, limited Easter menu which was perfect.

The pierogies & kolachi were SOOO yummy! I cannot wait to try more food from there from the regular menu! I also am going to learn how to make delicious kolachi at home so I can eat it alllll the time!

Mia also made a pysanky for each of us. I loved mine so much!

Overall, this was a lovely Easter weekend and my heart feels very full & blessed. We got to spend time with both sides of our family. We did an Easter egg hunt for the kids and they received nice spring time gifts. We had lovely food that I didn’t have to prepare or clean up. We truly are so blessed in this life on Earth.

Happy Easter y’all.