Posted on 05/10/2005 4:03:15 PM PDT by CHARLITE
EVERY summer, we were reminded of Soviet crimes. Each weekend brought a different ethnic festival to the Pennsylvania coal towns. Whatever our family heritage, we gathered to eat kielbasa and pierogis, blinis and halupkies. Folk-dance clubs from Saint This-or-That sweated through their costumes while accordions gasped. The adults drank beer all day and into the night.
But there was more. At a table between the beer tent and the ice-cream stand, a Lithuanian priest sold books on the armed resistance against the Soviets. Texts recounted the deeds of partisans who refused to lay down their arms when World War II ended.
As a polka band played across the park, Polish-Americans handed out pamphlets that kept the dream of a free nation alive. When their weekend arrived, Ukrainians lionized the freedom fighters who battled Stalin's commissars right into the 1950s.
Their tortured homelands remained alive in America, in church basements and parochial schools, in bars and at mass. The small-but-stubborn light of freedom burned against the Soviet darkness.
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Char :)
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Char :)
Good article. Thanks Charlite. I like how President Bush tweaked Pooty by saying that these countries haven't been free for 60 years, in fact not until the Soviet Union fell were they free.

I am not Polish or Hungarian, etc. My family is Greek but growing up, we lived a Hungarian and Polish neighborhood (ain't America great!). So the things this author says are familiar to me. I remember seeing my Hungarian neighbors outside their houses the time the Soviet tanks rolled into their cities. These sweet old ladies were standing together in a little knot on the font lawn crying into their handkerchiefs and I didn't understand. My father told me what was happening. In a month or so, one of them suddenly had a 'niece' living with her who did not speak English. I still remember that she was very pretty and had the most beautiful manners. We took her to school with us and she learned English right away and was the best student! I remember her.
Thank you Char :)I always enjoy reading all the articles you put up.
The best part of the old guys stories, was the table full of ethnic foods that the women would prepare every weekend. Of coarse there was always the BBQ'd pig or goat.....great memories.
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