Once upon a time I had the pleasure of meeting some people who had been displaced in the first diaspora from Ukraine, and they stole my heart. I was 13, helping to tear down a building in Pasedena that her uncle owned in order to build an apartment building on the property.
I met a 18 year old gal and she showed me how to make the most lovely little cherry dumplings for a supper than my Dad and I shared with her Uncle and with her. She had made Borscht, also.
I fell in love with Ukraine at that time. The culture and the friendliness of the people. I hope they never went back there when Ukraine got out from under Russian domination.
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I’m going through some stuff but I will peek in now and then and will be back when it’s over..