The Lytwak family story
We are all migrants once.
This is the start of a new feature on subcomandante’s substack, the Lytwak family story. This part of the story begins with three young people coming to America. Hopefully the fourth part, the story of Eva Polny, my grandmother, will come a bit later. She died in 1954, when I was three-years old and my Dad never had a chance to interview her. I only have one vivid memory of her, and that comes when she was laid out in the parlor of the Fedoronko home in St. Helena. I was just a little one, but remember sheepishly coming into the empty room by myself – a young boy’s first encounter with death up close and personal.
If you’re interested you can find these on “petit rien”
Lytwak Family History in America
Lytwak Family History in America
Philip was my grandfather. The following are his own words (slightly edited) from an interview conducted by my father, Edward Philip Sr. Philip’s given name from the old country was “Onufry” but I never heard him called by that name. Philip’s father, Stephen, came to America around the turn of the century and eventually returned to what was at the t…
“Anna K”
“Anna K”
Anna K was my grandmother and my father’s mother. The following are her own words (slightly edited) from an interview conducted by my father, Edward Sr..
Fedoronko Family History
Fedoronko Family History
John Michael Fedoronko was my grandfather and the father of Olga my mother - the Fedoronko side of the Lytwak family. This is an interview of John Michael, done by Edward Sr., my father, in his own words.
My intention is to post more stories on the Lytwak family both here in America and in Europe. For me, one of the takeaways of these stories is that we are all migrants once. America was always a hard place for these immigrants, but with perseverance they were able to live good lives – not a little nothing in today’s AmeriKa. Hard yes, but not with the intentional cruelty and barbarism that immigrants face today. Abolish ICE!