Old Country Surprises
By Ken Saik
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When Mike Benneks ailing grandfather asks him to take time off from work for a research holiday to the Ukraine, Mike eagerly accepts. He looks forward to connecting with his familys past; along with his brothers and a few friends, he embarks on the vacation of a lifetime.
From the moment they arrive, the group becomes enchanted with the different culture surrounding them. Exotic new foods, architectural wonders, and the language itself wrap them in the past. But Mike also realizes that, while the Ukrainian people have not forgotten their troubled past, today they are still being haunted by a harmful Russian influence. It is one more narrative he must add to his grandfathers story.
Mike finds his grandfathers birthplace with the help of the beautiful, strong-willed Natasha. He hears stories from long ago and learns more about his family and their culture than either he or his grandfather thought possible. From traditional Easter eggs and the peasants disdain for the aristocracy to a benevolent nobleman who played a major role in his familys life, Mike comes to appreciate his grandfatherand his historymore than ever before.
With colorful details of the Ukraine and a dash of romance, Old Country Surprises speaks to the importance of family and the bonds of loyalty.
Ken Saik
Ken Saik, retired social studies teacher with the Edmonton Public School Board, was once a member of the executive of the Alberta Teacher’s Association. During that time, he became a member of the Greater Edmonton Association, a local pressure group working to improve housing for the poor. He enrolled in their training on “engaging people for political action.” In his latest book, The Caretaker, Ken Saik uses the lessons he learned to arm Steve, the story’s protagonist, to stop Walter Kohlberg, a developer, from converting a public park into a housing development for the rich.
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Old Country Surprises - Ken Saik
Old Country Surprises
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Contents
Grains of Sand Last
Lviv’s Greeting
Driving to Chernivtsi Via Ivano-Frankivsk
Ava’s Easter Eggs
Natasha’s Research
Kiev
Ukraine Trip—More Than A Memory
Grandfather’s Last Years
A Reader’s Questions for Contemplation
Grains of Sand Last
M y grandfather died a little over a year ago. Since then, my brothers have pressured me to record Ukraine research trip we shared five years ago.
Mike, you’re not retelling those stories to Grandfather anymore. Before you know it, you’re going to start forgetting important details,
warned Jacob, my insistent younger brother. How do you expect your sons to value the stories you told Grandfather if you can’t even take the time to write them down?
I hadn’t considered why I had avoided writing some kind of memoir or even preparing a PowerPoint presentation of the trip. I think in the beginning I had hidden behind the time I took playing with my boys: Victor, age three, and Steven, two. The demands at work after Dad promoted me to manager of scheduling and maintenance two years ago provided another excuse. That was also when Grandfather’s heart grew so weak that he became housebound. Gram convinced me to squeeze in as much visiting time as I could. I suppose during this last year I could have used the time I spent visiting Grandfather to record the events of the trip he sponsored, but I didn’t do it.
Then, Uncle Jim’s request to visit a couple of days ago forced my hand. I could no longer delay reviewing the research holiday.
Face your guilt, I told myself. You failed to meet some of Grandfather’s expectations as a result of the research trip.
Other than taking Ukrainian courses soon after I returned from the trip, I had done little else to develop my understanding of our heritage. I had managed to repress any uncomfortable memories of the trip, especially those surrounding Natahsa, an attractive young lady I met in Ukraine.
However, recording the highlights of the trip would demand recognizing and evaluating Natasha’s effect on me. I can’t deny that her expressive eyes and engaging smile held my attention. Later, I realized she’d be a valuable asset in helping me to carry out the dreams with which Grandfather entrusted me. Natasha’s imposing personality had clouded my commitment to work with her to dig into my family’s history. For a time I succeeded in dismissing her, but that diminished my drive to develop the family tree that she started for me.
I know my family’s perception is that Grandfather’s plan for a paid research holiday to Ukraine started around Christmas Day six years ago, but I think it began just before Thanksgiving Day. Mom and Gram expected my brothers and me to come and help make perogies for the Thanksgiving meal as we always had before. But we didn’t. I know I didn’t think anything of it at the time.
Then, the following weekend, Grandfather invited himself for lunch with me. I told him I would be at work. He said he knew that, but he tempted me by promising to fry up some perogies in the common room at work and to bring some ham from the Thanksgiving meal. That guaranteed, I’d accept. He knew my weaknesses well, but I’d have accepted his request to spend time over lunch without the food bribe. He’d always been a source of encouragement for me.
Grandfather came early, around eleven thirty. By the time I completed my morning duties, the perogies were ready—onions and bacon pieces were fried, and the ham was zapped in the microwave. He even brought a small container with sour cream. He and I were the only ones there, which was lucky for me. Otherwise, I might have felt I had to share some of the meal.
Like it?
he began.
In my enthusiasm I proclaimed, Oh, yeah.
I thought you would. We, Gram and I, love to give you and your brothers leftovers like this.
I stuffed my face, paying small attention to the fact that he had taken very little to eat.
That’s why we were disappointed when we had little left over after the Thanksgiving supper.
Yeah, everything pretty well went didn’t it?
I downed some hot tea that he’d also prepared.
And you know why that was, don’t you?
I looked up to see him studying me. Without bothering to think about the circumstances surrounding Thanksgiving, I shook my head.
He leaned forward like he was about to share a secret.
"Because you and your brothers didn’t show up. Gram, your mom, and I made everything ourselves. We sacrificed quantity. We didn’t have enough time."
The memory of the tasks I had scheduled that day came flooding back to me. As soon as I finished swallowing, I interrupted.
But, Grandfather, I had so much work here—
I halted midsentence, because Grandfather’s hand shot up as if to say, Stop!
Mike, I’m proud you take your work so seriously and that you work so hard. You’re just like your dad.
He paused a moment, letting the compliment seep in.
But you need to remember why you work.
His next pause caused me to reflect on the nature of the stories he often shared. What came to mind were accounts about what life was like in the old days. The old days weren’t just what life was like before his family moved to Canada. It was what life was like for his father and the generations before him. All were poor farmers—peasants. They survived poverty, the government, the weather, and the hard work. He praised the church and his family for sticking together and helping each other.
"The management position granted to you by your father prevents you from claiming financial woes. Your position gives you the power to set schedules and priorities."
He stressed those last two words, and looked at me to be sure that I nodded my understanding.
You must communicate to the company’s clients that when it comes to family events, especially for events like Thanksgiving Day preparations, family comes first.
I’d stopped devouring my lunch. Grandfather completely captured my attention. At the same time his words brought me back to a time when I was about ten years old, being instructed about some matter of importance. Grandfather had sized up my situation perfectly. I hadn’t even considered rescheduling my business plans.
You have a position of responsibility, of leadership. You need to model appropriate values, maybe for the firm’s businessmen, or maybe for the employees, but definitely for your brothers.
That last reference caught me by surprise.
"Yes, your brothers. You see, I’ve already talked to them. They confessed that after you told them you weren’t coming to help Gram and your mom, they, too, felt comfortable bailing out."
I remembered them talking to me about whether I was coming to help. Grandfather was still leaning forward, toward me, like he was sitting on the edge of his seat, intent on reeling in a big fish.
I want you to understand something. My concern isn’t about the fact that we prepared a lot less food than we usually do. Everyone still had enough for the meal. It’s the time we missed being together and talking and sharing tidbits about our lives.
His hand reached out and gently rested on my shoulder.
Gram and I love you, Mike. We love hearing how you talk about solving your challenges and your excitement over your successes.
I smiled. I think he understood that the lesson was well received. Grandfather leaned back in his chair. His portion of the lunch began