Reflections by Lesia
Shipowick
In listening to the account of Anastasia (Tasya’s) early
life, Tarnished has reiterated to
those of us who are first generation Canadians, the stories we have heard from
our own mothers and grandmothers (babas). It depicts their unsettled lives that
took them from the security of their homes in Ukraine to the unthinkable hardship
of forced labour in factories and on farms in Germany during WW2.
The young women in Tarnished
portrayed lives so similar and familiar to some of our own mothers and babas, it
appears that for many, the only difference was the name of the factory or camp
they resided in.
Reading this book, I sadly realized that many of us probably
did not ask enough questions of our own mothers and babas to really understand
what their lives were like during this unsettled and difficult time. More likely, we didn’t even know what
questions to ask because we had no idea of what they had been through and we
couldn’t imagine a life like that. Now
safely in North America, many of these women did not wish to relive this awful
past and hence the generalities they told us were an oversimplification but seemed
sufficient for them and for us.
Tarnished retells
the stories we have all heard, but Lesia Chytra has fleshed them out, and hence
has given our limited versions, substance and a soul. We, the readers come nearer to feeling the
uncertainty and fear that these young women experienced and in reading about
Tasya’s story, stand in awe of their tenacity, their strength and their
optimism that they would, persevere. The
Ukrainian spirit lived in Tasya as it did and does in our mothers and babas
today.
Reflections by Marta Bozdek
I approached this book with no expectations other than
getting ready for our book club meeting and was very pleasantly surprised by
how readable and well written the book was. The author, Lesia Chytra, quickly
captured my attention with the story and the characters. The characters were
immediately believable and relatable. The pacing of the storytelling was strong,
and I found myself carried along and wanted to continue reading. The dialogue flowed, was natural, and
well-utilized for the storytelling.
Chytra was able to vividly paint the scenes and settings in
the lives of the characters. The emotional responses of the characters to
difficult and dreadful situations were real and not over-wrought. Telling the
story from the perspective of three generations of female family members, and
at different periods, made the story more complete. I am glad the author stayed
with a time and a place until that particular story had unfolded, and then
switched perspective, place, and time.
This book makes one think about all the life stories that
the baba's generation did not speak about, did not share, did not tell. Lesia
Chytra has made this story available for her own family and has unexpectedly
opened the door for other families to learn about and share their stories.
The graphic design elements of this book also make it more
accessible. The cover is intriguing and
the layout is clean, clear and easy to read.
Reflections by Karen Yarmol-Franko
Lesia
Chytra’s Tarnished is an engaging
read that cleverly interweaves history and personal experience into a
compelling story. Her interviews with her grandmother, supplemented by research
to “fill in the gaps” as she puts it, gives us a glimpse of a reality that we
hope we will never know. It also explains the tenacity, perseverance and
determination of Ukrainian people of that generation in the diaspora.
Ms Chytra
provides each of us with a role model for capturing the experiences of our
parents and grandparents who come from a time and place that’s so very
different from our current reality. Her desire to tell her Baba’s story for her
family, organically mushroomed into a novel for a generation of Canadian-Ukrainians
with their own family stories to gather.
Personally,
I feel immense regret for not having the foresight to ask my grandparents – who
have all long passed – more about their lives in Ukraine, and their journeys to
Canada in the 1920s. My parents, having grown up in Canada, did not experience the
trauma and displacement of war, although theirs is also a story worth capturing.
For those whose parents and grandparents are still with us – we should rally to
hear them and record their experiences for future generations.
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