In another post, I said I believed my father resented his kids for not being Ukrainian enough. I always wondered why he didn’t make more of an effort to expose us to the culture. I’m assuming his identity was important to him—after all, he was living in Ukraine at the end of his life—but maybe that was more about having an incredible opportunity to help his home country and needing a job. He’d only been intermittently employed for the few years prior, and my parents were worried about money. But if Ukrainianness was really that important, why did he marry someone (against his parents’ wishes) who wasn’t Ukrainian?
When I was talking to my aunt on the Ocean Beach pier, I asked her if she was aware of how my dad treated us. She wasn’t, but she did suggest he might have been angry with my mother for not taking us to Ukrainian school while he was away. This, this information, got me really excited.