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February 16, 2020

Remember when I wrote about how my great Grandma and Grandma loved to embroider? How my mom used to sew and my auntie make the best-looking pies and cakes and desserts? Well, I am convinced that we Rusyn women are drawn to creating something just as well as other wonde...

November 24, 2019

I'm sure you've heard people say "I'll always be with you" when saying their last goodbyes. You know, I had never understood what they meant and how that was possible. For me it was simply like that: we were either here or we weren't. Until my Grandma passed away. Her...

January 21, 2019

Oh, that apple tree! It was so tall! I always climbed to the very top, giving my Grandma Helena a scare every time! She tried to get me down because I was really high up there, but I only laughed and told her not to worry and that I was safe. This apple tree bore the s...

January 14, 2019

My village lies deep in the Carpathian mountains, in a peaceful, almost pristine national park called Poloniny. It is quite remote, if you ask me. The closest small town is about a 50 minute-drive and it takes around two hours to get to Prešov, which is the district ca...

January 7, 2019

It is in October that cabbage is ripe and ready to be turned into sauerkraut. Like potatoes and flour, sauerkraut is yet another indispensable ingredient in Rusyn cuisine. We use it in soups, as garnish or filling, and many other things. And if you don't have it for Ch...

January 4, 2019

Potatoes used to be a staple in my village. Everybody planted them, sometimes even competing who would do it first and checking who had or hadn't done it yet, making sure they were not behind anyone else. Sometimes it lead to irrational arguments in some families about...

January 3, 2019

I had one great grandmother that I met and remember. It was my maternal grandpa's mom. I never got to meet him because he died way before I was even thought about. His mom lived till she was 78. I can only guess how terrible it must have been to have lost her son so ea...

January 2, 2019

Someone once told me that the place you spend the first three years of your life is your home. I think they might be true - I can see it with my boys - they think of Denver as their home and when you ask them about their nationality, they'll tell you they are Americans...

January 2, 2019

So this is it. This is the house where I spent my weekends, summers and all the holidays. When I was a child, it looked differently - and like most of the houses built in the village in the second half of the 20th century. The exterior was white, the roof was made of g...

December 28, 2018

One of the favorite and very satisfying things to do in our forests has been picking mushrooms. My Grandma loved doing it. Mushrooms are mostly a fall thing, so if we were in the village (normally, the school year was well under way in September), we would accompany he...

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