The Procoliy family, my Mama and Papa, opened their home to Sasha, myself and four other Americans each day. But for me, they opened up mysteries to a strange place and culture I have completely fallen for. For me, they taught me how to not only be a woman in Ukraine but an Ukrainian woman.
Here are a few of my favorite photos of my Ukrainian family. These three are as dear to me as my own.
|Papa playing his accordion, his favorite past time.|
|Mama doing what she does best: working hard.|
|Our last dinner together.|
|Baking and counting in Ukrainian.|
|They just came home from a wedding and wanted a fancy photo.|
|So, they wanted to take a fancy photo of me!|
|Papa making fun of Sasha.|
|This was the only day Sasha did chores. I did chores everyday.|
|Learning to bake bread.|
|Helping with dinner preparations.|