Small Really like Stories: ‘What the Ukrainian Grandmothers Have Written’
[ad_1] Ukrainian Springtime Appreciate Song At my Ukrainian grandmother’s house in Chicago, circa 1970, Easter began suitable right after Xmas. The aroma of burning candle, melting beeswax, vinegar dye and fresh coffee would wake me. Grandma would be sitting at her desk, barefoot. In 1 hand she cradled an egg. In the other, she held…
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