Stahlke Adoption

Memory Lane

Two days ago, Bogdan was eating a banana at breakfast. Twelve-year-old that he is, he pretended to throw it like a boomerang. "Like a boomerang"--who would think that my U.S. upbringing is evident in that thought?

Olena looked at me and said that he was holding it like a scythe. She told how her Ukrainian grandfather had owned four of them, in different sizes, to cut grass.

Usually, the children recall their past life after we've been to a Ukrainian service or eaten some Ukrainian food. But occasionally, even routine times like breakfast contain a triggering event that sends them down memory lane.

posted by Stahlkes @ 6:53 PM