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And so it begins…

07 June, 2014

From my diary: 23 July, 2009
My first visit to Suzy-Q’s Ukrainian Heritage Festival

On Saturday, I headed to Soyuzivka, in Kerhonkson, NY.  It’s a Ukrainian camp that’s an hour and a half southwest of Albany, and they were hosting a Ukie Cultural Festival.  THAT was seriously messed up.  My grandparents used to go there. My mother used to go there. I’d never been. It was oddly painful to see all the people who knew each other, to see the people my age who spoke fluently and travelled in groups, to see the young kids who didn’t know a different life…

A life like mine.

I was definitely in the minority. I don’t speak a word of Ukrainian and I felt like such an outsider.  It wasn’t pleasant by any means, but it was something I felt I needed to do at this point in my life. I used the word “robbed” a lot to describe my reaction to the trip…

My mother rebelled against her parents and brought me up as an American.  Not Ukrainian. Not even Ukrainian-American. American. And the older I get, the more that bothers me…

Filed under: Travel, Soyuzivka

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