On Saturday, November 2, we attended the 125th anniversary celebration of the Ukrainian National Association (UNA) in Morristown, N.J., a wonderfully organized event that was not only a reminder of how this organization’s origins began with Lemkos, but of the importance of continuing to preserve our community’s history. As noted in the event “playbill,” 10 brotherhoods with assets of $220 assembled in Shamokin, Pa., on February 22, 1894, to establish the Ruskyi Narodnyi Soyuz and held their first convention that May, with choirs singing the Ukrainian hymn “Shche Ne Vmerla Ukraina.” Records show that among the association’s founders were its first president, Theodore Talpash, and its second president, John Glowa, who were Lemkos from the villages of Łabowa and Zawadka Rymanowska, respectively. Dmytro Kapitula, a Lemko from the village of Świątkowa Wielka, served as president when the organization, increasingly identifying as Ukrainian, changed its name to the Ukrainian National Association in 1914.
Created in God’s image and likeness we, human beings, are meant to be free. Free as persons and communities, free as peoples and nations. Freedom is God’s will. Freedom is God’s gift. It always was and remains today a struggle to receive and safeguard this gift.
An unprecedented event took place in Rome on July 5-6. Desiring to demonstrate support for the Ukrainian Greek-Catholic Church at a time of war, shifts in interconfessional relations, fluctuating hopes amid heightened tensions, and humanitarian and social crises, Pope Francis invited the head, metropolitans and members of the Permanent Synod of the UGCC to a personal meeting at the Vatican.
Just over a year ago on July 7, 2018, a Ukrainian moral icon was laid to rest. Levko Lukianenko was a Ukrainian nationalist by his own appellation, a freedom fighter, dissident and one of Ukraine’s longest termed political prisoner. After independence Lukianenko became a politician, diplomat, but frankly he was never suited for that line of work. Politicians and diplomats are rarely moral icons.
I knew Levko Lukianenko personally, having had many opportunities to meet and converse with him. I attended his funeral in Kyiv and bade him farewell on behalf of Ukrainians abroad.
Some remarkable things have happened in Kingston lately. For the 50th time I found myself on a stage facing a large audience attending the annual “Lviv, Ukraine” pavilion at the Folklore festival. The first time I did this I was a student at Regiopolis-Notre Dame High School. Now I am a senior citizen.
ByChristopher Guly/Special to The Ukrainian Weekly |
OTTAWA – The establishment of the Orthodox Church of Ukraine (OCU) could help pave the way for the Holy See’s recognition of a Ukrainian Catholic Patriarchate, according to a Ukrainian church historian.
ByChristopher Guly/Special to The Ukrainian Weekly |
OTTAWA – Growing up in Winnipeg, as the grandson of Ukrainian immigrants to Canada, touchstones to my ancestral homeland were everywhere – from my friends’ shared ethnic roots, to the food we ate and the traditions our families maintained.
Wife, two kids, house in the suburbs of Chicago, job as an office manager for the last 20 years. The life of Volodymyr, or Walter, Polovchak sounds like a completely ordinary existence of a Midwestern American. But rewind nearly 40 years and Mr. Polovchak was at the center of a Cold War row after he refused at the age of 12 to return to his home in Soviet Ukraine, won over by the freedoms and opportunities he discovered during a family trip to the United States. To Washington at the time, he was the “youngest Soviet defector.” To the Kremlin, he was a “hostage” along with his older sister, Natalia, who also balked at returning to the Soviet Union. Mr. Polovchak was soon caught up in a media frenzy, an accidental pawn in the struggle between Washington and Moscow.
As the song goes, “Cherez tu banduru, bandurystom stav” (Because of the bandura, I became a bandura player). That led me to three fantastic experiences while in Kyiv in early June. First let me explain the context. I started to play the bandura at age 12, taught in Cleveland by the venerable Hryhory Kytasty. In my teens and 20s I played in the Ukrainian Bandurist Chorus and the ensemble Homin Stepiv, and taught bandura at countless courses and summer camps.
Despite much pleading from the Ukrainian community and promises from Polish authorities, the wrongs of Operation Vistula have not been redressed, except perhaps for the return of a deteriorated Ukrainian National Home in Przemyśl (Peremyshl). After the establishment of new borders between the USSR and its new satellite, the Polish Peoples’ Republic, as a consequence of World War II, only 700,000 Ukrainians remained on the territory of Poland. Between the two world wars on the territory of the Second Polish Republic the Ukrainian population was over 5 million. With the establishment of new borders, a Soviet-Polish joint action of “voluntary resettlement” was initiated. Soon the facade of the action’s “voluntary” nature was dropped in favor of “forcible repatriation.” Yet in January 1947, when the joint action seemingly had been completed, the Polish government realized that more than 150,000 indigenous Ukrainians remained in Poland.