Peace for Ukraine
Mikola is found!
In a small village in North Eastern Ukraine, a small wooden sign with metal wording was put up on the Community meeting hall wall. It said the members of the Bolshevik group will meet here. It was 1918.
One night, fourteen years later (1932) my mother, her sister and their mother – Olena (my grandmother) were preparing to eat their evening meal. There was a knock on the door of their small Wooden village house. My grandmother looked startled as it was a wintry night and her husband was away at a neighbouring village. Her two daughters both ran to her side.
Three men entered and Olena smiled as they were neighbours. But her relief was short-lived after they told her, that when her husband returned, if he did not join the collectivisation of grain production he would have to leave the village. My mother who was ten years old, recalls that at that very moment Olena collapsed to the floor. This was the beginning of the persecution.
Stephan, my grandfather, was a fiercely independent thinker. Before the Russian Revolution he joined the Tsars army for only one reason! It was the only way a peasant farmer could get an education.
When Stephan came home the next day, and found Olena in a state of anxiety, he made a resolution that he would never surrender his life to coercion or for the collectivisation system. For safety he eventually moved his whole family, including the potter to the nearby town of Yampil to start a new life.
Mikola went missing and everyone feared for his life as he was in his late 70’s. A few days later he was found sleeping at the pottery door
Look out for my next blog: It will be about the area near Luhansk – which Putin has bitten off for Russia.