Life Amongst the Landscape, Unexpected Inspiration, Life as Art, Travel and More
On May 6 my Dad died. On May 14 my sisters and I buried him in the same plot our Mother was buried in on March 23, nine years previous. We all really thought Dad had another year or two to live. He suffered from complications from Diabetes and his heart finally gave way after …
I’ve been thinking about my Mother a lot lately. I miss her and for whatever reason different moments in time trigger memories that bring her to the forefront of my thoughts. It’s been nine years since she passed away from pancreatic cancer at age 70. Lately my thoughts have been about where she was at …
My mother was a first generation American who was born in the United States in 1941. Both her parents were Ukrainian immigrants who emigrated to the USA (separately and meeting later) when they were each 18 years old. As a child, my mother started her life in an inner city Chicago household that primarily spoke …
Continue reading Words of Wisdom: Honoring Our Ancestors and the Value of the Language We Use
Sunday May 17, 2020 I wished I’d asked more questions. After my mother’s death it occurred to me that I never asked enough questions about my family history. I am the descendant of 3 immigrant grandparents with a paternal grandmother whose lineage goes back to the Mayflower. I know little about my mother’s parents and …
Perspectives From My Trail 