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16 “НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ТРАВЕНЬ 2009 What My Mother Taught Me My mother, Maria Deychakiwsky, taught me the true meaning of love. Invincible, yet humble, my mother taught not by words, but by example. “Actions speak louder than words,” and her love of family and country was exhibited by action. As a member of the Ukrainian underground during the Second World War, she smuggled guns in my sister’s ba by carriage. Upon arriving in America in 1949, she became an active member of the UNWLA, raised and contributed countless funds for Ukrainian causes (including the Ukrainian Studies Program at Harvard), toiled for bake sales, pyrohy sales, and any program advancing Ukrainian independence. She did no less for her family. She was the first to rise, and the last to go to bed. She attended night school to learn English, worked, maintained an immaculate home, entertained friends and family, tended to her family’ s every need, taught her children Ukrainian, and supported my father in all his causes. She did not tell us to excel, she merely set a very high standard. Although she passed away in 1993, her actions continue to inspire me to give my best. She is my hero. Marti Kohnke, UNWLA Branch 38, Denver, Colorado My mother, Katrusia Wolowodiuk, has always simply done whatever needed to be done. Whether it was baking 288 rogalyky for a Plast Yarmarok or embroidering a pillow for a raffle for Soyuz Ukrainok , she did it, and she did it well. Extremely well. She was, in particular, a fabulous seamstress, whether sewing costumes for an event at Ridna Shkola or outfits for me. Growing up, I did not appreciate the custom - made clothes, which included my First Comm union dress, multiple Easter suits, and my debutante dress. I realized recently that I never thought of what my mother did as a “learned” skill — it was just something that needed to be done. And that doing really epitomizes my mother. I am a little older no w, and hopefully a little wiser. And I am learning to do all of those things that Ukrainian women just do. Because they need to be done. Christa Kozak, Boston Along with the typical Ukrainian values of family, Church, cultural traditions, and pride of heritage, my mother, Alexandra Kopystianska Jaciw, always stressed the importance of self - reliance. Believing strongly in equal educational and pro - fessional opportunities for women, she was a "liberated" woman many years before the concept was popularized . More importantly, however, she always personified the value of inner strength. During some very difficult periods in her life, she told me that there are times when only we ourselves can resolve our problems, and therefore it is up to each one of us to d evelop the resources that will help us to cope. As a girl and young woman I did not appreciate the wisdom of those words, but with age and life experience I have understood their worth. Lydia Taraschuk - Nehaniv, Branch 96, Detroit My mother, Chryst ya Derkach, gave me two precious gifts. The first was a carefree childhood. When asked what I could do to help with household chores, she would reply, “Never mind. When I am gone, you will have plenty of time to work. The second gift was life itself, not o nly during my birth but during the bombing of our village in Ukraine in June 1942 by German planes, when my mother covered my brother and me with her own body to protect us against the falling bombs. This was my mother who could neither read nor write and signed her name with an X . . . The lesson I learned was the strength of a mother’s love in all things, great or small. Nadia M. Derkach, San Francisco, California My mother, Justyna Wijtyk Uschak, has had a great impact on my life. During World Wa r II she was torn from her home in Ukraine by the Nazis at the age of fifteen. She is also a Holocaust survivor. She married in Germany, emigrated to the United States, and had five children. Her husband died and left her a widow. She raised her children a lone, and managed her home with no financial aid from anyone, finding time to cook, bake, and embroider beautiful things. She taught me that with honesty, hard work, and a positive outlook, you can achieve anything! Martha Noukas, UNWLA Branch 118, Hous ton, Texas 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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