ukrainian canadians

anonymous asked:

Your url is suspiciously slavic, what gives?

It’s my actual name. I’m fourth generation Ukrainian-Canadian.

(I only speak a few words of the language, but I had pierogi and fried kobasa for supper last night, which I figure must count for something.)

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TDPI Ethnicity Headcanons

Amy + Samey: Norwegian-Canadian
Beardo: Biracial (African-American father, French-Canadian mother)
Dave: Iranian-Canadian
Ella: Biracial (German-Canadian father, Korean mother)
Jasmine: Aboriginal Australian
Leonard: Jamaican-Canadian
Max: Scotch-Irish Canadian
Scarlett: English-Canadian
Shawn: Biracial (Ukrainian-Canadian father, Puerto Rican mother)
Sky: First Nations/Native Canadian, of Cree ethnicity
Sugar: Scottish-American
Topher: idk some mishmash of generic whiteness who gives a shit


“In a sprawling plant in northwest Edmonton, 36,000 waxy white potatoes await their destiny: to fill one of the millions of Cheemo perogies made each day at Heritage Frozen Foods. Cheemo perogies are a staple in Albertan freezers, so ubiquitous that “people forget that we’re from Edmonton,” says president and CEO Joe Makowecki. But the doughy dumplings, stars of Ukrainian cuisine, are now on the menu in homes across Canada and the United States: Cheemo ships a half-billion perogies a year in North America.”


A simple question of whether or not my mom likes mushrooms just ended in a lot of reminiscing about mushroom picking at her grandparents farm. And when she tried to name the ones they picked, I of course latched on to the Ukrainian name she recalled. A few minutes and a couple wrong guesses, and my mom remembered it as a Honey Mushroom in English. It’s found in both Europe and all across Canada*. It’s somewhat poisonous if not properly cooked, but nevertheless it’s considered a delicacy to Ukrainians. Its name in standard Ukrainian is опеньки, but true to my mom’s memory it is called підпеньки (“beneath the stump”) in the Canadian Ukrainian dialect, particularly in Manitoba where my great grandparents (and most Ukrainians of the time) immigrated to. Time for me to go mushroom hunting (with considerable caution and possibly not eating it if I find them please be careful people MUSHROOMS CAN KILL) *It’s also found in some US states. The specimen in Malheur National Park in Oregon covers several square km and is over 2400 years old!

Dear diary,

Something unsettling happened the last time I visited Canada. I’d been showing him around the new settlements my people have set up, taking pride in the churches and schools that promote my culture even in this distant land. Later, he returned the favor by taking me to see some of his most important cities. I was fascinated – until a man on the side of the road yelled a slur and told me to go back to where I came from. By the time Canada found his voice, the man had already run off. Matthew apologized for his behavior for the rest of the day, but the incident still makes me wonder. Are my people really as welcome there as I’d thought? And, if a nation is made up of the thoughts and feelings of its citizens, is there some part of Canada that despises me too?


((Submitter Note: Immigrants to early 20th-century Canada found themselves judged by a racist societal hierarchy, with white Anglo-Saxon cultures at the top and peoples of color at the bottom. While not as poorly treated as Asians or Africans, Slavic peoples from Eastern Europe were still subject to a disturbing degree of prejudice. They were frequently mocked for their culture, clothing and cuisine. This culminated in 1914, when Ukrainian-Canadians were labeled as enemy aliens (because the Austro-Hungarian Empire opposed Britain in WWI) and many found themselves interned in camps. While this dark chapter in Canadian history should not be overlooked, I have refrained from mentioning it in these entries due to the policy of this blog and the controversial nature of the situation.)

Submitted Anonymously.