Sundre

prisoners

Jodi from Sundre Library picked me up after I had a quick breakfast at the Best Western. The Sundre library is lovely. It used to be the elementary school but was renovated into the library. Jodi and Michael couldn’t have been more welcoming. Almost as soon as I got there, a group of grade 3 students arrived. They sat in silence while I did my final set up and I introduced myself and began my session right away. They asked great questions and sat listening attentively beyond the hour allotment.

Michael drove me to Mary Hay’s house in the country and then Mary drove me to Calgary. The roads were quite icy and we had a challenge finding Ecole St. Wilfrid. When we got there, we were ushered into the library, where tables of selected children sat. There was a place marker on a table indicating where I was to sit. I was served delicious homemade lasagna and an ice cream sandwich for dessert. The children who were in the room had been voted in by their classmates as the students who exemplified the virtue of compasssion. After I finished my lunch, I stood and answered their questions.

I got a chance to meet Ginger Mullin in person while at Ecole St. Wilfrid. She came in for lunch with her children. It is so good to put a face to a name. Ginger has done a brilliant job of organizing this week. Everything is going like clockwork. It’s a busy week (just like I requested) but everything is so beautifully organized that it isn’t tiring.

After that, I had two back to back sessions. The first was with grades 1 to 3 and the second was 4 to 6. There were a lot of kids in each group but they were attentive and they asked good questions. After the sessions, the librarian brought me a massive pile of Prisoners in the Promised Land to sign. There must have been more than 40. The staff had purchased some Daughter of War for themselves and I also autographed place name papers. I was then driven to the airport and flew to Medicine Hat. I ended up in yet another 2nd floor room with no elevator so I asked for help with my luggage. Went to the restaurant across from the parking lot and had bison and Saskatoon berry pie and then came back and had a swim. Am looking forward to my very busy Thursday.

Busy Monday

 

My cousin Janet Forchuk’s grandson Dustin goes to New Sarepta School, and that’s where I started my day. Janet also came to the school to hear my talks. Dustin was in the first group of the day and he sat up close to the front. The library was a really lovely one, with a reading loft off to one side, lots of comfy giant pillows scattered on the ground. I would have loved a reading loft when I was a kid. There were about 140 students in that first group and they were really attentive, asking great questions. At the end of the session, I signed a postcard for each student and gave them out as they walked out of the library. I asked Janet to hold Dustin back because I had something for him. We got some pictures of the three of us and then I gave Dustin the one extra book that I brought for the entire week – a brand new copy of Call Me Aram straight from Hong Kong. He was thrilled. Janet was thrilled as well. Dustin hugged me, then hugged me again. I heard that he carried the book around like a prize for the rest of the day.

The second group was coming in as the last of the first were leaving. These were the young students – k to 3. Again, great kids, very attentive. They all got postcards too. After that session, a teacher of Ukrainian heritage named Michelle came up to me and thanked me for writing my stories. She had set up my book display area and had brought in some lovely Ukrainian artifacts. She told me that she had many family stories from her parents and grandparents. I told her that she needed to write them. I hope she does.

Cheryl took me back to Edmonton and to St. Martin Ukrainian bilingual school. I had been at this school in 2001 so it was neat to be back. Taras Podilsky was a teacher back then and now he is assistant principal. And another teacher I know from one of the other schools – Natalie Harasymiw – is now at this school. So it was wonderful to see both of these friends. I did two sessions at this school and the students were all pretty familiar with my books. I had run out of bookmarks for the day, so gave Taras a small handful to give out as he saw fit. The first group was grades 6 and 7 and many of them brought in their own copies of my books. We talked mostly about Prisoners in the Promised Land, but of course about Enough as well, because this is Holodomor Remembrance week. I didn’t tell them the story because they already knew it. Instead, I told them about what happened to me after the story came out – the hate mail and death threats. But then the good things, with so many organizations buying copies and distributing them to various groups so that people all over would know about this tragedy.

The next group were the younger kids. So I did a storytelling session with Enough, and then did questions and answers.

Audrey, the librarian from Devon, was waiting for me by this time. She took me to her library. It is a beautiful new library. Her library had been in the high school for years and only recently got its own building. She warned me that they were having trouble getting people to get used to coming out to programming at the library. She also told me that she had done a display of my books and all of them were borrowed out. I half expected no one to come to the session, but four children and a handful of adults came. I did a storytelling of Enough and then, because it was such a small group, I invited the kids up to the front to they could go through the various drafts of my books and see how a book it made. They were really quite fascinated with that. It was a unique opportunity for me to spend that amount of detailed time with a small number of children.

The newest employee at the library is Holly, who is also the school bus driver and a gifted storyteller. When she walked into the room, the kids ran up to hug her. She took me to Leduc for dinner and also to catch the Greyhound to Red Deer. It was so nice to eat dinner with Holly. She has a fascinating lifestyle. She’s raised chickens, she’s been a teacher, and now she drives a school bus and works at the library. She took me to the White Spot for dinner and we both had a thai chicken salad and tea. We had quite the challenge finding the Greyhound depot. She got me there four minutes before the bus was supposed to be there. I had visions of taking a taxi to Red Deer but the bus was a bit late and all was well. They wanted to charge $15 extra for my book bag, so I shoved it in my luggage. Holly sat on it and I zipped it up. I still have about 1000 postcards to give out and they take up a lot of room.

It was an uneventful bus ride and I got a taxi within minutes of stepping out to the curb.

As soon as I got into the hotel, I had a quick swim and a soak in the hot tub. Glorious. I’ve rearranged my luggage and hope it will work well tomorrow. I’m not taking a flight or bus tomorrow so I’ve got my books and presentation materials out of my suitcase and in book bags. Forgot to mention. I’m almost finished the one book I brought for reading – Arthur Slade‘s Megiddo’s Shadow (excellent read) so Audrey let me look through the book donations. I took two: a Gail Bowen and a Peter Robinson.

Jasper internment site

 

On Saturday Nov 15th I had one reading at the Jasper Public library, so most of the day was free. I slept in til about 9am and then had breakfast and walked around town. I have to be careful with the walking because of the torn meniscus. The day before I left on this tour, I had an MRI on my knee. When I get back, I’ll get the results.

So I walked around town for the fresh air and the beauty. I popped in to the local bookstore and signed copies of my books there and have a great chat with the staff. Then I went back to the hotel. I took a taxi to the library because even though it was just a couple kilometers from my hotel, I didn’t want to risk walking there as I carried my very heavy book bag.

John from Sundog tours came to the library presentation, as did one of the people from the bookstore. The librarian warned me that there might not be a big crowd because the sun was shining, but there was actually a nice group of people. All of the chairs and cushions were filled. My estimate is about 14 people — kids and adults.

After the library reading, John took me to the internment camp. The local museum had heard about my visit and they had sent me some photos and a map about the internment camp. Agnes, the children’s librarian made copies for me. When John and I walked around the site, he compared the photos to what we could now see. It was very interesting and it was so informative to have John there pointing all these things out. A font of info. The librarian had also given me a note about a local couple from the genealogy society who had recently taken people on a tour of the internment camp, so I phoned and talked to them as well. It’s so greet that people here are so helpful. I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to come here and see for myself where my grandfather was interned. It is stunningly gorgeous here. It wouldn’t have been for him.

Tomorrow, I leave by bus at 7am back to Edmonton. No time even for coffee because no place close to here will be open yet, but I’ll manage.

 

Book Week begins — destination Jasper

This was a day of complete travel. I got up at 5am and was picked up by airport transportation at 5:50am for a 7:25 flight out of Hamilton. I had a three-plus hour flight to Calgary, and a three hour stopover there, then on to Edmonton, a three hour wait there, and then a 5 hour bus drive to Jasper. During my stopover in Calgary, I met Calgary author Anne Meticosh for conversation and breakfast. At Edmonton Airport, I met with Ron Baker, a storyteller who is also touring Alberta this week. We had an early supper. By the time I got to my hotel room, I was thankful for a shower and a comfy bed. They put me on the second floor and there was no elevator. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, but I have a torn meniscus and my knee is fragile. It was quite the challenge getting my luggage up the stairs.

The bus ride was a highlight of the trip. It was actually a van with Sundog tours and John, the driver, was a font of historical info about Jasper. When he found out that my grandfather was interned at Jasper in WWI and that’s why I wanted to start my book tour here, he offered to take me to the site of the internment camp the next day.

Below is a photo I took from downtown Jasper:

 

 And here is the Marmot Lodge, where I stayed:

 

Book Week

 

Presentations by Author, Marsha Skrypuch

Saturday November 15th, 1:30-2:30pm
Jasper Public Library
500 Robson St, Jasper , 780.852.3652

Monday November 17th, 3:30-4:30pm
Devon Public Library
101-17 Athabasca Ave, Devon, 780.987.3720

Tuesday November 18th, 4:00-5:00pm
Mary C Moore Public Library
101 5214 50th Ave, Lacombe, 403.782.3433


Wednesday November 19th, 8:45-9:45am
Sundre Municipal Library
2-310 Center Street North, Sundre, 403.638.4000


Friday November 21st, 9:30 am and 10:30am
Strathcona County Library
Unit 300, Sherwood Park Mall
2020 Sherwood Park Drive, Sherwood Park, 780.449.5822

Friday November 21st, 1:30-2:30pm
Camrose Public Library
4710 50th Ave, Camrose, 780.672.4212

Friday Nov 21st, 5:30-7:00pm

Hosted by UWAC at

St John’s Cathedral Cultural Centre Solarium
10611-110th Ave, Edmonton
Wine and cheese at 5:30 with presentation to follow
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On this eve of the official Holodomor commemoration, Marsha will read from Enough, which is set during the 1932-33 genocide in which Stalin starved up to 10 million Ukrainians. The Ukrainian Women’s Association of Canada, Alberta Council, will purchase a copy for every elementary school in Alberta. Contact Geraldine (780.475.5875), Nadia (780.475.7547) or Shirley (780 475 5875).

Eugene

If you ever want to do a trip like we did, I would highly recommend that you get in touch with Eugene. Here is a photo of him with his trusty Ford Freestyle:

Eugene has the patience of Job and he’s very knowledgeable re good hotels and restaurants and apartments, and places to see off the beaten track, especially in Crimea. You can reach him through this link.

Just before our flight, I asked Eugene if there was something he wanted us to bring from Canada, and he said maple syrup. Once we got here, I found out what he really would have liked is 5W20 motor oil. So if you connect with Eugene, be sure to pack motor oil for him!

Krakow

We lucked out. Krakow was commemorating the 300th-plus anniversary of the Battle of Vienna. There was an open air market with all sorts of food and crafts, and there were people walking around wearing cardboard Viking-looking hats. We wandered around, taking in the sights and sounds.

A friend’s mother was born and raised in Krakow and lived on Josepha Street, in the old Jewish district, so Natalia and I trekked over there to take photos for her.

Sanok, Poland

If you ever go to Sanok, do stay at Hotel Jagiellonski. Natalia and I shared a beautiful room with hardwood floors and comfortable double beds, a huge airy window, a sofa and two ottoman chairs. The room was 160 zlotys a night, which worked out to $73, or less than $40 for each of us. Eugene’s room was 130 zlotys and it looked very nice too, although of course smaller. Breakfast was included, and it was huge and yummy. And they have free wireless internet.

After breakfast, we walked up the hill to the main part of town to get some maps from the tourist bureau and also to get more money from the bank machine that worked for our cards.

Our first stop was an outdoor folk museum. This part of Poland was Ukrainian until Operation Wisla after WWII, when all of the Ukrainians in the area were deported to the Soviet Union. The folk museum displayed traditional houses and churches from that earlier era. It was interesting to see and touch artifacts that we had just read about. For example, Natalia had heard about wooden cemetery markers. They had some here:

We were both struck by the beauty and elegance of the cemetery marker. Later, when we were in the museum gift shop, we noted several carved figures similar to the ones used in the markers.

Our next stop was a small village close to the Ukrainian-Polish border. We saw more of these carvings:
Something else that we noticed as we were driving through this rural area was ornate road markers every half kilometer or so. Natalia speculates that these are markers commemorating the end of serfdom from Austro-Hungarian times. I would be curious to find out more information about them. They’re beautiful:


We found it easy to navigate in rural Poland. Everything is well marked and many people speak English. Our next stop was Krakow, so we backtracked and drove through Sanok again and had an early supper at Hotel Jagiellowska and then continued on to Krakow.

We got into town quite late at night and the street we needed to take to get to our hotel was under construction. Hotel Wielopole is just a few steps away from the city centre of Krakow and so very convenient. It was the most expensive place on our entire trip, so Eugene had booked himself into a hostel to save us money. Our room was clean and comfortable, but tiny. We met Eugene the next day at the hotel for breakfast.

border crossing

We cleaned up the apartment and packed and left at about 10am. Right now, we’re sitting in the line-up at customs to get into Poland. We got scammed for 150 hryvny ($32 Cdn) for the “fast” line-up. Eugene says that often these scammers are quite honest, but today there wasn’t much of a line-up. Seems the customs officers all took lunch at the same time though.

We stopped at a gas station just before the border. The bathroom was so spotless and modern that it would put many Canadian public bathrooms to shame.

In a few metres, we’ll not be in Ukraine any more. What a wonderful country it is.

We arrived at this border at 12:19. It is currently 2:15 and we’re still waiting. We’ve eaten cheese on bread as a lunch – leftovers from the fridge – and it was pretty tasty. We can see Poland. We can almost touch it. Now if only the cars would move.

Our wait at the border ended up being three hours and four minutes in total. When we finally got onto the highway, the first thing we noticed was that the highway was well-maintained. No potholes. And there were lots of road signs. Very well-organized and easy to get around. We drove to Sanok, admiring the scenery as we went. It looked just like Ukraine, but more prosperous and no litter. This is how I imagine Ukraine could look in ten years. It already looks so much nicer than 2001, but Poland is beautiful. I didn’t expect to like it. I had no expectations.

We checked in to an absolutely beautiful hotel in Sanok called Hotel Jagiellowksa which was on the main drag. Eugene asked a local for directions, and was told to go in the exact opposite of where the hotel was. We finally got there, drove through the very narrow opening to the parking lot and checked in. The room was lovely! Two double beds, hardwood floors, open and airy. A small but functional bathroom and the water pressure in the shower was so good it could practically take your skin off. There was a sofa and two ottoman chairs. Very clean, spacious airy, comfortable.

We walked up the hill to downtown and tried several bank machines for money but we were having the same problem that I had had in Lviv the day before. Eugene was able to get money out on his card so we were able to have dinner at a restaurant off the main square. We were able to find a machine on the way back that would give us money, so we paid him back. Whew, was getting worried about that!

Differences between Ukraine and Poland:

Beer is ubiquitous in Ukraine; ice cream and cake in Poland. The girls where stilettos and trashy clothes in Ukraine; in Poland they look more like us. Ukraine has potholes, trash, poor signage; Poland has the opposite. In both places, the houses look the same, although Poland has a larger proportion of prosperous ones. In Poland, apartment balconies and front steps are decorated with bright pots of flowers. Lots of flowers in Ukraine too, but in gardens.

It was our first early night in a long time. After supper, we had tea and cake at the hotel restaurant.