My Baba was an amazing lady. When people would ask about her, I would always say, “Oh she’s good; she’s a brick shithouse!” I know that sounds kind of glib, but she was a powerhouse of a woman. Bordering on 6 feet tall, she could and would do anything she set her mind to.
She would speak to me in slurred Ukrainian English, and it was not till later in life while sitting in Ukrainian school that I realized I understood more than I thought.
“Don’t sleep in the moonlight! It will make you strange!” she would tell me, though I continued to inch forwards towards it. “Figoosmakam!” she would yell in slurred Ukie-English, meaning “a fistful of poppyseeds” when something was worth nothing.
I love her and miss her so much.
She would craft, garden, & bake like you wouldn’t believe—ice cream pails full of perogies and cabbage rolls. It didn’t matter who you were; if you came to her home, she made sure you were full of food and drink.
This is my tribute to her. What is being offered to you here for her Birthday Month (she would be 101 on March 23rd ) is my Baba’s fine china, only taken out during special occasions.
I was given the entire set. It’s beautiful, but I don’t need all of it, and I want to share her struggles, strength, and fortitude with you all.
Perfect for offerings on your ritual space or altar.
Vintage 70’s Royal Albert Blossom Time Fine China