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Desert ephiphany

Going back to a distant childhood memory

As I approach my one year anniversary with Word Press on Jan. 15th I have to share this inspirational message or a writing prompt that goes so well with my memoir “Greenwich Meridian.”

My Rumanian friend and colleague on Word Press poet Valeriu Dg Barbu liked this timeline photo on my facebook in the same fashion I liked his childhood photo and poem Thief. Now, I understand why.

I was in this high plateau desert with Saguaro forest near Tucson AZ in 1972 with my parents and then in 2011 with my daughter Emma only to find out that nothing has changed.

“Do you remember this?”Emma asked.

Emma Palova 2011 in Saguaro National Park
Emma Palova 2011 in Saguaro National Park

And there were the same cacti as when I was in my beloved Saguaro desert  as a child since they live up to 100 to 200 years. There was even the same old visitor’s building even though it was closed and a new center had opened nearby.

It was a very humbling experience and I had to ask myself a question.

“Have  I changed?”

Sure, physically I have. I am older and I don’t have the romantic long hair so admired by both men and women.

I still get the same old question whenever I come back to Czech Republic for a visit.

“Why did you cut your hair?” neighbor Milena and a friend both asked me at first sight.

But, I am still the same ambitious and hard- driving creature never afraid to tackle new things, look to the sky and reach for the stars. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in the USA. I would probably still be whining back in Czech, swearing at the regime and complaining about my vice-president job for an engineering firm located at Zarami, Zlin.

I am very happy here in the US  as a successful author, journalist & photographer. I am thankful to my entrepreneurial surroundings and friends including Word Press, facebook & Google+

Saguaro forest immortalized by Vaclav Konecny
Saguaro forest immortalized by Vaclav Konecny


Also inspired by the Sonoran desert, my dad former Ferris State University professor Vaclav Konecny immortalized the majestic saguaro in his oil on black velvet painting “Saguaro cacti at night” in the 70s. He did it again as a present for me in the 1990s with the same impeccable quality of a mathematician.

So styles and personalities basically don’t change.

I think everyone should ask themselves that same question: Have I changed since a certain humbling moment in my life?

Watch for my Silver Sunday post coming soon.

Copyright © 2013 story and photo by Emma Palova

Holiday magic

Merry Christmas and Peace on this World.

Follow me during this holiday season as I will write about Christmas traditions in the old country Czech Republic and in the new world USA.
It will be the three weeks of Christmas when the stores in Czech Republic opened their doors for three consecutive Sundays. The first one coming up Dec. 8th is known as the bronz Sunday, the next Dec. 15th is the Silver Sunday and finally the pinnacle of all is the Golden Sunday on Dec. 22nd, so follow me for some holiday magic as I will also introduce my virtual storefront page Emma’s Store.
Happy holidays.

Copyright (c) 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova

Family traditions, gift of language

Family traditions,  keeping Czech language alive

 Wherever we lived around the world, we have always adhered to the customs of that particular country, while keeping alive our own Czech traditions and culture. We’ve just celebrated American Thanksgiving with a true feast of turkey and all the trimmings. It took three of us to get it ready in two full days. But, compared to the other tradition I want to talk about it was easy.

Family members spanning four generations all speak Czech.
Family members spanning four generations all speak Czech.

          Today, I must admit that the toughest tradition to keep alive is the native language and that is Czech. As a rule, we always spoke Czech at home. It got a lot tougher, when we got visitors.

          I remember when Joe Brabenec from Reed City, Michigan used to visit with my parents during holidays and on Sundays. Joe’s parents were Czech, and his mother never learnt English. On the other hand, Joe knew only a few Czech words from his mother.

          Whenever, he came over to see my parents, he wanted to practice Czech.

          “Jak se mas?” he asked, “How are you?”

          Unlike English, Czech language distinguishes between singular and plural you. When asking more than one person, it’s always “Jak se mate?” Also in Czech language, you can never use singular pronoun when talking to a strange person.

          So, mixing up singular and plural pronouns and corresponding verbs usually results in comic situations. Weaker characters can even get offended if you use the singular form of the pronoun.

          I used the singular form of you in French when speaking to Claude, my daughter’s mother-in-law, when she took me to the airport in Lyon. She gave me a piercing look through her huge eyeglasses. I turned red; I knew I made a mistake.

          And as we diversify as a family, the challenge of preserving Czech grows. My children’s spouses are French and American. The common language of course is English due to its simplicity and universality.

          But, the advantage is that the grandchildren will be bilingual and trilingual. In a global world, I cannot think of a greater gift than the gift of language.

          There is a saying in Czech that you’re as many persons as the languages you speak. I was fully trilingual, when we lived in Montreal in the early 1990s. As time went by, I forgot French.

          Now, that our granddaughter Ella is visiting with us, my French is coming back to me. It is like opening a completely new door into the world.

          When my mother’s German neighbor Irmi passed away in Big Rapids, her German daughter Ellen arrived in US to make all the funeral arrangements without speaking a word of English. If it wasn’t for my mom and Irmi’s bilingual German friends, Irmi would not have been able to finally rest in ashes.

          Back in old Czechoslovakia, we all had mandatory Russian from fourth grade through university, a relic of communism. But, when I finally met a Russian man at the local grocery store Meijer, I was not able to communicate with him except for, “Zdravstvuj tovarisch.” That means, “Hello comrade.” I can’t blame him for laughing.

          During our European travels with my daughter Dr. Emma Palova-Chavent, we dined with French doctor Danielle in Morzine, FR.

          “I speak zero English and I will be visiting with my daughter in Great Britain,” he boasted as if ignorance was ever a virtue while making a zero with his thumb and forefinger.

          I thought, “Buddy, you’re going to have a hard time.”


Copyright © 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova

Josephine Marie Palova enters saga

Note: I am back to writing about our family saga “Greenwich Meridian” that is now growing. I have moved the travel stories on a new page Travelogue where I will continue to write about the rest of my big trip to four European countries.

 It was day one for newly born Josephine Marie Palova as we took the room at Bronson Hospital in Kalamazoo by a storm.

“This is the only time you can go to a hospital happy,” said my daughter Dr. Emma Palova-Chavent. She works as an emergency doctor in Seymour, France. “Dress up we’re going to be taking a lot of photos.”

Godmother Emma Palova-Chavent with newest member Josephine Marie Palova
Godmother Emma Palova-Chavent with newest member Josephine Marie Palova

We entered the room all decked out in latest fashion and make-up. That is except for me, because I had to leave my newest dress at Charles DeGaulle Airport for excessive weight in order to get back to US from my big trip.

When we peaked at Josephine with her big eyes, all content and inquisitive, I knew it was “our baby.”

“Guys, she has your big eyes,” said Maranda, the happy mother of the newborn baby. “I wonder if they’re going to be olive color.

Then, we started all posing for photos with any and every device we had on us. You name it, we had it; from Cannon cameras to I-phones and Verizon’s Samsungs. Josephine is quite photogenic with big eyes, black hair and perfect facial features.

“I am the Godmother,” said Emma posing in front of the nurse’s board. “I know it’s not a cool as being the Godfather, but it is cool.”

Now, with the newest addition we’re a multicultural international family. All of us were born in former Czechoslovakia. Emma’s husband is French, and they permanently reside in France with daughter Ella. They are considering coming to US when the time is right.

“Timing is everything,” one of my former editors used to say.

Maranda and Josephine Palova are the only true Americans in the family. The rest of us are naturalized Americans, except for my husband Ludek and my son Jake, who remain Czechs.

“We want to follow the Czech traditions,” said Maranda.

Even though the family name is Pala, in Czech language, the female takes on the –ova ending to her name, turning it into Palova.

That’s the same reason why my name is Palova, while my husband’s name is Pala.

Welcome to the family, Josie and Maranda. You have entered the “Greenwich Meridian” saga.

Entrepreneurial Encounters

Entrepreneurial encounters will take us to the stars

By Emma Palova

I am starting a new screenwriting blog with focus on a screenplay that I have written in  2008-2009 when my husband Ludek was working in Wisconsin.

I was still writing for the Lowell Ledger stories about window donations, charities and non-profits right before Christmas. I purchased Final Draft Scriptwriter’s Suite, and tested the program on a short one-act play “Santa on the Showboat.”

Every day after work, I  sat behind a PC computer, after working on a Mac at the office, and started spitting out words.

“You’re bilingual,” said former Lowell Light & Power manager Tom referring to my two computers at work, side by side. But, I am also fully bilingual in English and Czech.

I wrote a screenplay “Riddleyville Clowns” in three months, and I registered it with Writer’s Guild of America, West WGAW. I have the certificate framed and displayed.

Western Guild of America, West screenplay certificate for Riddleyville Clowns
Western Guild of America, West screenplay certificate for Riddleyville Clowns

“That in itself is a feat,” local businesswoman complimented me.

I consider myself and my friends as keen entrepreneurs. During my recent visit to Europe, I encountered many of them. One entrepreneur Ales Kobylik owns an information firm TechnoDat in Zlin, another one owns York Café in Vizovice.

“That’s named after the owner of the building Eda York,” said Petr Surovec, owner of the York Café.

Some 20 years ago, I gave advise to my cousin cartoonist Olin Pink to start a graphic firm. He learned the design program and established the successful Grafik firm located in Stipa.

Most recently, I told my sister-in-law Jarmila to start a baking business CJ Aunt Jarmilka’s Cukrovi. I designed her blog. She is a successful baker who also lives in Stipa.

When the Parnell store was for sale, I was ready to buy it, but somebody beat me to it. Last year, I started writing my memoir “Greenwich Meridian where East meets West.” I designed the blog EW Emma’s Writings on WordPress to support its publication.

Now, I am caught in a web of words, SEO and SEM, content writing, grouping and regrouping of words. One of the most wanted skills on Elance and Indeed is knowledge of WordPress which took me in turn to programming and coding.

Where will the Internet take us?

Star Wars, sister wars

Star Wars bathrobes tag a message

As a rule coming from journalistic background, I usually don’t write about my feelings, even though that’s what most blogs are about. But, this time I have to break that rule.

Two days ago I found a big box with Amazon fulfillment services sticker on it. I didn’t open it for a day. I do have Shop Emma’s Amazon on my blog in an effort to monetize the site along with Google translator and Adwords.

When I finally opened the big box, I found two Jedi inspired bathrobes brown, furry with white checkered sash made in China. The mysterious robes with a Star Wars tag and a big brown pocket on the right side continue to puzzle me. The box came without any invoice. Maybe it’s an early Christmas present or is there a message?

In the fast changing world of Internet where words and tags mean everything, it makes me wonder. I have  been dealing lately with a lot of conflict between sisters. And that is not only between natural birth sisters, but other people’s sisters. Now, I understand why the great Russian playwright Anton Chekhov wrote Three Sisters.

“You have to let it channel, otherwise it’s not going to be any good,” he gave advise on writing.

Star Wars
Star Wars Jedi inspired bathrobes

I don’t have a sister, and I am glad. I used to wish I had one, that maybe we could be friends. I have witnessed hatred between sisters that goes all the way to the grave, the crib or the altar.

I write about hatred between sisters in my memoir Greenwich Meridian where East meets West. One of the sisters is my Godmother and aunt. When I visited Czech Republic in 2006, I wasn’t allowed to say hi to her. She in turn didn’t pick up the phone.

A few minutes ago, I found out somebody else’s sister ordered the bathrobes as a birthday present.

That’s one heck of a birthday present.

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CJ Aunt Jarmilka’s desserts. Post Holiday sweet dreams.

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Geneva, Switzerland

European adventures

This is the ninth installment in my travel adventure series through European countries including France, Spain, Czech Republic and Switzerland. I was gone for five weeks to a different world with different languages, and different traditions. So, now after coming back on Oct. 9th to Lowell,Michigan, it feels like I’ve been in a time capsule.

Geneva, Switzerland Oct. 2nd

We planned a day trip to Switzerland with my daughter Emma partially because of my Lowell area following of friends. A great portion of Lowell residents are of Swiss origin including my neighbors and one of my best friends.

Geneva, where Rhone meets Lake Geneva and the Alps.
Geneva, where Rhone meets Lake Geneva and the Alps.

I’ve never been to Switzerland, and I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve only heard stories how beautiful the country is, and I remembered my friend’s pictures of Swiss Alps in her office. Switzerland borders with France to the east and shares the language, but not the membership in the European Union. So, the country has its own currency, and that is the Swiss frank, which has a lower value than the Euro, but higher than US dollar.

Our intention was to go to Lausanne which is located on Lake Geneva just like the city of Geneva. We took the back roads to avoid the 40- frank sticker for using the freeway crossings between the two countries. Soon after we left the cheese city of Poligny, home to the famous Comte cheese, the narrow road started climbing. We were stuck behind a truck, that wouldn’t let us pass.

Geneva with backdrop of Alps.
Geneva with backdrop of Alps.

When we finally lost the truck, the signs to Lausanne also disappeared. Now, instead of Lausanne, all the signs pointed to Geneva. The two cities are not exactly close to each other. Each city is on a different side of Lake Geneva that stretches for more than 50 kilometers.

We stopped at a border town already high in the mountains, where you could hear bells ringing. I thought it was the train coming. Then I looked up, and the cows that were grazing on a steep hill, had bells tied around their necks. I knew we were in for a Swiss adventure, and not just chocolate and milk.

“This is a classical echec,” Emma said. “We’re on our way to Geneva. Those cows have the bells so they don’t get lost.”

“What is echec?” I asked about the strange French word that doesn’t have an exact translation but derives its origins from chess terminology. I was yet to find out what echec really is.

Old town Geneva.
Old town Geneva.

We arrived into beautiful Geneva instead of Lausanne on a sunny afternoon. People on the streets were already wearing winter coats and jackets. We walked into the old town across a bridge, where the big river Rhone flows into Lake Geneva on the backdrop of snow-capped Alps with eternal ice. The water sparkled in the sun with a million rays. A landscape on the bank lined by beautiful buildings was in the shape of a clock.

“This is breathtaking,” I said.

Boats and yachts were cruising on the mysterious lake that does not give away its secrets.

“I got to get some monkey money,” Emma said referring to any currency that is not Euro.

Well, the monkey money, could not buy us a lunch that we could regularly afford in France or in Czech Republic, not to talk about Spain.

We ended up eating steamed food in a paper dish at probably the only health food restaurant in Geneva. Signs advertising menus on the sidewalks in front of restaurants did not go below 30 franks for a dish of tartiflette or potatoes with cheese. Even a burger in Geneva cost 15 franks.

We walked into a Geneva “patisserie” or coffee house and did not buy their cream filled squares covered with chocolate and a logo, because we were full of the steamed food.

“There will be other patisseries like this where we can have a dessert,” we thought.

Well, there were not. We did stop to buy some Swiss chocolate in the new town at La Chocolaterie de Geneve. The friendly owner lady offered us extra chocolates to taste.

Swiss clocks and watches even in landscapes.
Swiss clocks and watches even in landscapes.

But, still if I didn’t have Emma by my side with her knowledge of French, I would have trouble communicating in this heavily tourist European metropolis.

Also, while window shopping, most stores did not indicate prices of their goods and the famous Swiss watches. The Chanel store did not label prices either, but it was cool to check out their tweed-covered purses.

So, in the end we had Swiss franks left, and spent them at a tiny border town meaningless gas station on our way back to France for a beer and a coffee.

Lost in Brno- Czech Republic

Lowell, Michigan

I have safely returned home after travelling around several European countries including France, Spain, Czech Republic and Switzerland.

This is the eighth installment in my adventure travel series when I decided to step back into the past to fuel my memoir “Greenwich Meridian, where East meets West.”

Lost in Brno- Czech Republic

I had one entire day on Sept. 25th  to relive it all in post-revolution Brno, while my friend Jane worked her post-revolution work for  an Austrian firm.

“Just follow the tram tracks into town,” she said.

Now, that was easier said than done. Brno was and is a pulsing metropolis that has cleaned itself up, so it is completely en par with Prague, Paris and Geneva. As I got into town, I found myself caught in an entire web of pedestrian zones surrounding a big park; they all seemed to lead onto Jost Boulevard.

I never heard of Jost Boulevard, and I didn’t recognize any of the huge buildings that graced it. When I  asked my friend Jane about the name of the boulevard, she said it used to be Boulevard of the Freedom Defenders. I still find that fascinating the resemblance of what Alexander Dumas once wrote in reference to the French Revolution.

“The difference between patriotism and treason is only in the dates.”

Important landmark in Brno Petrov.
Important landmark in Brno Petrov.

One of Brno’s famous fashionable promenade aka corzo is Czech Street where high-end stores are located as well a high-end restaurants. I stopped at Stopkova Pivnice for classical Czech fare, that is pork, sauerkraut and dumplings. The dish is still reasonably priced compared to the other European countries that I have visited.

Just to make sure that we could find each other, Jane and I had a rendezvous at  Mc Donald’s on Svoboda’s Square. Not only did the name of that square didn’t change, it still, after all these years, served as a podium for politicians.

Socialist successes- apartment mega complexes that surround Brno.
Socialist successes apartment mega complexes that surround Brno.

As I approached the square, there were police vehicles everywhere. I paused to look what was happening. Czech president Milos Zeman was giving a speech. I remember standing in similar places during the week that led up to Velvet Revolution in 1989.

Czech Republic now is part of the European Union. The country has chosen not to have the Euro currency, but accepts Euro money for historical and cultural preservation projects such as the one we visited in Brno, that is Castle Spilberg.

I marveled at the beautiful vistas from the castle. It was a perfect bird’s eye view on a beautiful sunny evening.

Jane and I looked at each other as we took in the “Great successes of socialism,” the  apartment mega complexes at a distance that give living space to 50,000 people each. Brno is surrounded by them. They stand as quiet sentinels to socialist policies under which all people were entitled to work and housing.

Retro pub "U Jenika" with old beer taps.
Retro pub “U Jenika” with old beer taps.

That night, as we met up with our foreign student friend, Ismael, we raised the half-liter mugs of excellent Czech beer, that hasn’t changed its quality. We were in a retro pub “U Jenika” with old taps for beer, that was fully packed to the rafters with a band. We ordered some strong cheese called “tvaruzky” on bread with butter.

“To all the socialist successes, and we’re part of them,” we laughed.

Yes, we have lived the socialist dream that never quite fully materialized.

Copyright © 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova