I would be very wealthy if I had a dollar for every time someone asked me about my last name. When I was a kid, it used to annoy me, but as I grew up I learned to love it. It’s different, hard to pronounce, and the best part is that it’s Ukrainian.
I am half Ukrainian because of my father’s side of the family. Ukrainian culture has always been a part of my life. From food, sayings, and stories of my great grandparents, my childhood memories are filled with teachings of Ukrainian culture.
I grew up in New Jersey near the shore. Originally, they lived in New York (the Ukrainian section of Brooklyn). They then traveled to northern New Jersey and stayed there for a long time. Following their marriage, my parents decided to move to the southern part of New Jersey. My dad’s father, who is 100% Ukrainian, helped them find a place in a cozy little beach town. There were no Ukrainians, however. How did we fix this? Well, read on and you’ll find out.
If you haven’t seen the attack on the country of Ukraine, turn on your TV. It is terrible to see what is occurring in the country of Ukraine right now. My heart goes out to those fighting for their lives and freedom. In support of Ukrainian culture, here are 5 things about my upbringing as part Ukrainian in America.