Easter in Czech Republic is longer by Monday. Easter Monday is the day of the big “Schmigrust” or whipping in Czech, while in Slovakia, girls and women get splashed with water, no matter how cold it is outside.
As with any holiday, the food is opulent even in modest households. The family pig, rabbits, fowl or poultry may get butchered for the festive occasion. Baking starts usually on Friday and goes into Saturday.
The recipes are passed from mother to daughter, at times to son. A lot of them have traveled across the Atlantic with their owners.
Traditional pastries for festive occasions are round kolache, small, medium or big. They can be made with various toppings and fillings. The small kolache are labor intensive, and the saying goes, “the smaller, the better.” So, I make the big round ones that look like pizza. I made them for my daughter’s open house, and a neighbor asked me, “Is that a Czech pizza?” It could be, the dough is probably the same, you just add sugar. Usually, they’re topped with plums and cinnamon, plum butter or marmelade. I like to experiment. so, this one I made with a mix of berries, and with cottage cheese. That’s how many recipes get changed through immigration into a different country. You mix the past and the old, with the new and better. This really reminded me of a great cheesecake.
During the era of communism, we were not allowed to travel, so we couldn’t learn anything new. Our version of pizza was with hard-boiled eggs and ripe tomatoes. Go figure. It was edible. Pizza is pizza, good or bad.
For Easter we colored eggs in onion skins, brown, yellow or purple. First we boiled the eggs and let them dry. Then we tied pieces of grass, leaves or flowers to them with wool, and dipped them in a solution made from onion skins and vinegar for stabilization. Once we unwrapped them and peeled off the leaves, we got beautiful rich brown color with white decorations. For exquisite shine, we polished them in butter.
Copyright (c) 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova
All my parents Ella and Vaclav ever wanted was to have enough money to buy a small car, so they could drive from Brno to visit with my grandparents in former socialist Czechoslovakia. At the time, with their rookie wages fresh out of school, that was a utopia. So my dad, a physicist, took an advantage of a teaching opportunity in Africa in 1964. The plan was just to make money for that coveted small car, and to add to some savings for an apartment, in a country with chronic shortage of housing.
“I was ready for the opportunity,” Vaclav said. “The politics were beginning to loosen up.”
Dad already spoke fluent English, and he had a deep desire to expand his knowledge of mathematics.
And the opportunity in Africa turned into the best years of their lives. That is until Prague Spring came along with Soviet invasion in 1968, and put a hamper on many people’s dreams of freedom.
Following is an excerpt from an interview with my parents in Venice, Florida on March 5th, 2013. It tracks the beginnings of the immigration.
Emma: Why did you decide to leave Czechoslovakia?
Dad: Because of the Soviet occupation. There was a legitimate fear that the country would be annexed to the Soviet Union.
Mom: My friends were leaving the country crossing the border on foot with just a suitcase in their hands.
Emma: How did you find out about the Soviet occupation?
Dad: From radio BBC and from colleagues at school.
Mom: I was back home in Carlsbad on a spa treatment. I went to the colonnade and people were crying. They were listening to the radio, and there were big demonstrations. People were knocking down statues. There was no telephone connection. I had to spend extra three days because the roads were closed. Then I took a detour bus through Shumava to Brno.
Emma: What was you reaction to the Soviet occupation?
Dad: We were discussing it with colleagues in Africa. Many of them talked about immigrating to Canada.
Mom: I did not want to leave my parents, my country.
Emma: How did the transition to Canada come about?
Dad: In 1970, a colleague helped me land a post-doctorate fellowship at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon.
Mom: We flew out of Vienna to Montreal and then to Saskatoon. We had tourist visa. But our exit visa were only valid until the end of the year.
Emma: What happened after that?
Dad: I worked on research for the university. I applied for several jobs in Toronto, but it just didn’t work out. So, I found an ad for a teaching job in Texas, and had a telephone interview. I sent out 20 applications.
Mom: You went to school, and we all took tutoring in English.
Emma: How did we end up in Hawkins, Texas?
Dad: Well I took the first offer, which was from Jarvis Christian College in Texas.
Mom: I had no choice but to go with your dad. We got a letter from Czech officials that we have to return by March 31. Your dad did not want to go back. I threatened that I would return home. For two years I lived in limbo.
Emma: What was the biggest surprise when you arrived in Texas?
Mom: We had no idea that a college could be in a small town. It was a shock, that I will never forget. Hawkins had population of 800.
Emma: What were the repercussions for the immigration?
Mom: We were tried in absencio in Brno. Your dad received a two-year sentence. I received a year and a half for illegally leaving. Grandma went to the trial.
Emma: What were your reactions to the sentencing?
Dad: That I would never go back to Czechoslovakia.
Mom: I cried and cried. I wasn’t a criminal. I always wanted to go back home.
Emma: If it wasn’t for the Soviet occupation, would you have left the country?
Dad: Probably not. I would have gone to another university to gain more expertise, and to make some money.
Emma: Now, forty years later; do you have any regrets?
Dad: No. I have achieved my professional goals.
Mom: Living in a foreign country is not easy. But, USA was the best choice for immigration.
Emma: How has the immigration changed you as a person?
Dad: I have gained great expertise.
Mom: I got used to living here. But I feel like I was hurled out of the Czech society. I feel split between the two countries.
Emma: Is there camaraderie among fellow countrymen in immigration?
Mom: Any solidarity between Czechs, whether in immigration or at home, disintegrated with the fall of communism.
Emma: What do you miss the most?
Dad: Nothing now. My parents and friends have passed, and the entire country has changed.
Mom: I feel guilty not being able to help my own parents. I shed a lot of tears. In life, you always trade something for something. It all turned out for the better.
Emma: What kind of character attributes do you need to “make it” in immigration?
Dad: You have to pursue things. Be humble, go with the flow, and learn from others.
Mom: You have to fit in the best way you can. We were taught to obey, and to listen.
Thank you, mom and dad.
This story is one of three installments about the interview with my parents for memoir “Greenwich Meridian where East meets West.” Previous installments were published on March 10 and March 13.
Copyright (c) 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova
When we finally sat down after the news and dinner on March 5 to talk about our immigration in Venice, I felt nervous. But, I was well equipped with interviewing skills honed by years of talking to people for newspaper stories, who quite often lied to me. The bad part about newspaper interviews is that you don’t have a lot of time to double check and research everything. There’s only so many people you can call around. Eventually you run out of time. You usually have one good shot, and you have to make the best of it.
In the interview with my parents, I finally had one good long awaited shot, so I was determined to make full use of it. I carefully crafted the questions, so no one got offended. A good interview requires a high level of diplomacy and psychology, because usually you don’t know your story subjects, unless you’ve been covering the city or township hall for years. And I have done that in many communities like Plainwell, Ionia, Belding, Greenville, Grattan, Otisco, Vergennes and Lowell.
In this case I did know my story subjects. Well, of course. I spent a lot of time with them. Ella and Vaclav are my parents, the adventurers who have traveled halfway around the world, from East to West, and back to Czechoslovakia in 1973 on presidential amnesty, only to finally return to USA. Mom returned to the states in 1980 on March 19th, which is the Feast of St.Joseph, after turbulent years in the communist homeland.
During the interview, I found out things that I did not know about before. This included a clandestine farewell meeting between my parents and grandparents in Vienna prior to the first immigration to Canada in 1970.
“I was still hoping we could return because our exit visa were extended until the end of the year,” mom said.
But, in all reality, and once in Canada, we were beyond the point of return. At that time, Czechoslovakia was under tight Soviet grip with troops stationed all along the border with Western Europe.
Watch for excerpts from the interview in Venice, Florida as well as for behind the scenes of the “Greenwich Meridian” memoir, timeline and a list of major characters.
to be continued
Copyright (c) 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova
I interviewed my parents Ella and Vaclav during my writing retreat for “Greenwich Meridian.”
I’ve done a lot of interviews in my journalistic career from politicians to embezzling treasurers, and superintendents.
But, the interview with my parents for the book about our immigration saga was difficult for both sides, for them as the initiators and founders, and for me as the successor, follower and the scribe.
However, alea iacta est or the dice are rolling just like many years ago when my parents decided in Africa that they were not going to return into then Soviet-occupied Czechoslovakia. Instead they fled to Saskatoon, Canada, while still having a chance to return home.
So, we talked extensively about what happed between 1964 and 1976.
I was glad they were both present because at times they had
Continue reading Interview with my parents for Greenwich Meridian
I spent 10 days in Venice, Florida on a personalized writing retreat. My days consisted of journaling in the morning, yoga on the beach, a 2-mile long hike from Venice Beach to Casperson Beach.
I had lunch consisting of couscous, fruits and an avocado on the beach every day. In the afternoon I took a hike through the mini dunes to Sharky’s Pier and watched for dolphins. En route I chatted with a painter professional artist from New Jersey, took photos for other people and watched the
Wedding oak draped with epiphytes and moss in the Marie Selby garden on the Sarasota Bay.
I often travel for inspiration and I absolutely love to write about my travels, as well as write my fiction during travelling.
Travel provides a constant momentum and dynamics for my writings.