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A dm ission to the dem onstration: $2.50 A dults, $1.50 students and senior citizens, .50Ф childre n under 12 yrs. EXHIBIT OF SAMVYDAV (SAMIZDAT) — Uncensored Writings From Ukraine and the Soviet Union February 10 — March 18, 1979 — The e xh ib it features a display of docum ents w ritten by a num ber of prom inent Ukrainian as well as non-U krainian human rights activists in the Soviet Union. TRADITIONAL DESINGNS IN UKRAINIAN TEXTILES — co n tin u in g exh ib it On display are 18 com plete festive peasant costumes and parts of costumes from the second half of the 19th century to the 1930’s. ALL WORKSHOPS W ILL BE C O ND UCTED BY RESERVATION ONLY. FOR RESERVATIONS AND INFORM ATION PLEASE C A L L THE UKR AIN IAN MUSEUM, 212/228-0110 Museum Hours & Adm ission: Wed., Sat., & Sun. 1-5, Fri., 3-7; adults *1, students & seniors 50Ф I — A — W ID O W .... I, a widow , w ander and weep, And pray the Lord my soul to keep And to wake, in time, to better days A respected person in the Human Race. The dictionary defines a WIDOW thus: A woman whose husband has died, and who has not remarried. While people are basically aware of this, each puts his own interpretation on the meaning of the word, (or state of being, as the case may be). Really, it is not a word at all, it is a sad commentary on our way of life. Believe this, please: A widow is a womean! At one time she was the beloved of one man who chose her above all the others to love, cherish and keep for the rest of his life. She was the chatelaine of his castle, (home, hovel, or whatever), the one who made life bearable for him in his daily struggle for his place in the sun. She was the repository of his innermost hopes and dreams; his confidante, his refuge in times of stress, and his bulwark even against his own innermost fears. She was the mother of his children, his nurse, his be-all and end- all of his life. She was his other self, and he felt all was right with his world just knowing she was there, waiting for him. She was his woman. She was his wife. She was WOMAN! She learned the arts of homemaking, nursing, sewing, mending, doing what he had no time to do, (like putting in washers, banging in some nails that needed banging, painting, decorating on her own, because he was too tired to be consulted, and then being yelled at because something did not quite please him. She was arbitrator, maker of decisions, (invariably the "wrong” ones, according to him) fashion stylist, and a million other things never even mentioned in the books she studied before she became a wife! She learned economy (and how!), economics, politics, religion, psychology, psychiatry (?), botany, child-bearing and raising, peace-making, sooth-saying, and even sometimes mechanics, while she was "aiding” her man! Then: DEATH did them part! Overnight, this same capable woman was catapult ed onto another plane in our society, as different as if she had been shot into space onto another, as yet, un explored planet! She becomes a stranger! She no longer finds a welcome in the homes and lives of long-time friends, who perceive her new status as a threat to their own little worlds, their own vulnerability, and even as a grim reminder that what they still have could just as easily be snatched away from them, even as it was from her! She travels a new and lonely road. She has suddenly acquired a whole new set of emotions: lone liness, fear, and the feeling of being totally unne cessary! Sometimes you can see her with a smile on her lips, pretending that she is having a wonderful time, while inside she is slowly curling up and dying. Sometimes, you can see her sitting very still, with a vacant look in her eyes; you are seeing the empty shell of a woman*;-she has left her body and has gone on a journey backward in time to a happier period in her life. A smile plays around her lips, and you know she is reliving a particularly nice time in her past. Can anyone blame her for sneaking back into the past? What has the present, (or even the future, with all its uncertainties) to offer her but rejection and the unrelenting pain of lone liness? A cold wind seems to blow her back to the present, and she reluctantly gathers herself together and trudges on "home”, to four walls that shelter her from the dark of night, but not from the drabness and dreariness of an existence without her mate. (So who cares if she is late, or if she never returns at all?) Often, very often, ’’family”, and friends will exhort the widow to "get out more” — ’’meet peple” and stop "mooning about by yourself”. However, please notice that ’’family" and "friends” don't even try to find the time Видання C оюзу Українок A мерики - перевидано в електронному форматі в 2012 році . A рхів C У A - Ню Йорк , Н . Й . C Ш A.
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