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violation of the historical space, even as I scoff at it from a feminist perspective. And yet, these beefy, loud, nouveau-riche characters, haltingly trying to be suave billiard playing playboys by packing the gay 1890s and flapper 1920s and untrammeled 1960's into one overcharged generation - these self-made youths may yet stumble into their own history. They have created a rowdy Sich, one that combines signs pointing to Paris as well as to Moscow, while at the same time fostering pride in ancestral might. It so happened that a week or so after visiting the universities in Zaporizhzhia, I found myself in Lviv, that Piedmont of Ukrainian statehood, the de fender of Ukrainian tradition. As usual, I took my walk through the old sections of town, reliving the historical events that took place in those buildings. My attention was drawn to a large new neon sign: Kinopalas. I did a double take. The Ukrainian national house, bought with painfully collected funds in the nineteenth century that served as a symbol of Ukrainian community power, is now a movie house. This is where Ukrainian independence was proclaimed in 1918, this is the heart of Halychyna. A movie house? The older generation bemoans the secrecy with which all this was done - the renovation of the House of Officers, the Soviet incarnation of the building that remained an officer's casino throughout the decade of this independence. But is appears that there was no one is the city that noticed the renovation, no one who asked, if only for curiosity, what was being done. The young artist whose work is exhibited as part of the opening of the theatre could not care less. At least the building looks nice now. She is hurt I do not care to see the movies - they are the best Hollywood has to offer - Star Wars and Batman. Two of my uncles died in the 1918 war of independence. My father with so many of his cohorts belonged to the Ukrainian Galician Army. Today I listen to my cousins complain of Ukrainian politics and economy, and I think of their ancestors, struggling to build a Ukrainian home in a Galicia run by Austrians and Poles. They in turn looked toward the Sich for inspiration. And as I wonder what the Cossacks of the Sich think of their descendants, another Shevchenko quote comes to mind: "Rotten descendants of famous ancestors." But then, I too belong to the descendants. Branch 118 of Houston, Texas Says Goodbye To Friend and Soyuzianka DARIA POKOTYLO BYRD by Martha Noukas, Branch 118 President It is with great sadness that the ladies of UNWLA Branch 118 announce the passing away of their dear friend, a woman who served and supported the UNWLA for twenty-five years. Daria was bom in Ukraine on February 27, 1924, to Vasyl and Alexandra Garbiak Pokotylo. She enjoyed a normal childhood in Ukraine until she and her sister Stephanie were uprooted and separated from their parents by invading Russian troops during World War II. Strong survival instincts helped Daria during these difficult times. After coming to the United States in 1949, Daria married William C. Byrd, and they were blessed with two children, Daria and Walter. The family moved to Texas, where in 1969, Daria was reunited with her mother. Upon moving to Houston, Daria became an active member of the community. She worshipped at Houston's Protection of Mother of God (Pokrova) Ukrainian Catholic Church, danced with the Ukrainian Dancers of Houston, bowled with the Bunker Hill Senior Bowling League, and served with the Arabia Shrine Greeters. Her many talents were also shared with and appreciated by the Ukrainian American Cultural Club of Houston and UNWLA Branch 118. Daria had a special gift for baking bread, korovai, tortes, and pastries; she excelled in the art of making pysanky. An elegant lady who enjoyed people and never shied away from helping others, she always had time to extend a helping hand or speak a comforting word. Daria passed away on May 29, 2002. She will be sorely missed, but warmly remembered. We wish her Eternal Memory. Vichnaya Pamyat'. ^ 22 “НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ЛИПЕНЬ-СЕРПЕНЬ 2002 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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