Right now is a difficult moment for my family. My father-in-law passed away last night after battling cancer for almost a year. I’m sure he’s now in a better place, but this sad occasion made me think of how big a role chance, coincidence and travel (yes, travel) play in our lives.
Our children were born thanks to the fact that I, from Ukraine, and my husband, from Russia, chose the same university to study in London. We both travelled miles for the tiny expats to exist. And how many ancestors before us actually had to go on a journey to make all of this happen?
My father’s father travelled from the Northern Ukraine to the Eastern to become ‘an independent grown up’. He was 17, the distance travelled – about 800km. At his new town he met a girl with raven locks and dark eyes who he instantly fell in love with. She owns her life and appearance to a gypsy grandfather, who travelled the lands until he met her grandmother, fell in love and never travelled since. This girl became a mother to my father. My daughters both have her dark eyes, runs in the family. That’s where my father was born and lived until he moved to another city to study in a university.
My mother’s father went on some business to another city and on his way he saw a girl walking on a street. Straight away he thought that she’s the one, or at least so it says in his diary, which we found after he passed away. They got married and moved from Russia to Ukraine to a growing city, which provided lots of new carrier opportunities. That’s where my mother was born, where she grew up and went to a university. The same one that my father went to.
My husband’s mother has an ancestor, who was a Cossack at Zaporizhian Sich in Ukraine, living, I guess, quite a wild life with free Cossacks roaming the steppe. At one point he met a girl, who he decided to leave all this for. As he had no need for possessions in his nomad lifestyle and the girl’s dowry gave them a start for the family life, he surrendered his surname and took the one of his wife. The same surname my husband’s mother was born with. When she was 16, she decided to go to Moscow to study.
My husband’s father’s ancestors came to Zaporizhian Sich from Romania, but it was in Ukraine that they acquired their new surname, deriving from their origin. I guess, it wasn’t a suitable enough time for my parents-in-law ancestors to meet in Ukraine, so my father-in-law’s line moved further to Russia where it mixed with another one from Siberia. My father-in-law parents met in the South of Russia, a land of Kuban Cossacks, and that’s where he was born and lived until it was time to get higher eduction, he thought that Moscow is a good place for that…
So many people travelling, so many life lines crossing, all chance, all leading to the birth of my beautiful girls. Let’s remember all those, without whom we wouldn’t have been here.
RIP, father to my husband, grandfather to my children..
I’m very sorry for your loss, thanks for sharing such a fascinating story about your family.
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Thank you!
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Such an amazing family history, filled with courage and perseverance! I’m very sorry for your loss. I’m sure he’s very proud of the things you and tour husband have achieved in all your travels.
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Thank you! I thought it would be nice to remember something positive and uplifting at this time.
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My condolences on your loss. That is a great story on your family though, it sounds like you have traveling in your blood quite literally.
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Thank you! Maybe that’s why we still cannot decide where to settle.. But we definitely grew to love this life on the move.
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We are very sorry for your loss :-[
Great story, I wish I would know so much about my family routes.
LG
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Thank you! We have some stories written down but many more, sadly, forgotten. I guess, the only thing we can do now is start writing the stories about us and our families, then our great grandchildren might have something to talk about :)
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[…] from, maybe it has something to do with the fact that a lot of my family members actually moved around. Since I can remember, my favourite shows on TV would be travel programs, showing far away places […]
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My father told me stories about my Russian Great-Grandfather (Gottfried Steinle) who came to America in 1902. He used to practice with an old broom, while on horse back, showing all the maneuvers the Cossacks taught him. He had been a Cossack and was proud of that fact. I loved reading about your family. My maiden name was Steinle, my mother’s maiden name was Schwemmer. I know little about my family, as my mother died when I was 3 years old. Thanks for sharing your family. <3
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Glad you liked it :) From your ancestor names, it sounds like you’ve got German routes. You know like the brides for the zars were chosen from German states and many German specialists and tradesmen chose to move to Russia and settle there.
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Yes, I believe so. They spoke a mix of Russian and German. All wheat farmers too. Such interesting stuff – I love it. I am so glad to have met you. Feels like long lost family. LOL!
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I love these topics, so I’m always up for some family history digging :))
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Me too! We discover ourselves through our ancestors. <3
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Very true!
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In any case, I think it’s good they left – during the Stalin repression time, almost all who were considered Russian Germans (and these surnames would have been) were sent as away to prison camps or relocated to Siberia or Kazakhstan, for example, as possible enimies of the state. In the 90s, Germany offered for all of those of German descent to relocate to Germany. I’m sure the move of your ancestors saved your family from a lot.
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Yes, I believe so. I know my Great Grandfather left in 1902 because he did not like the political arena. It is still interesting to hear about a part of your heritage you know little about. Thanks again for filling in some blanks. :-)
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Very wise of him! And very good timing. I’m not sure if I could fill much – I’ve got only general ideas. But it’s very interesting!
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I hope you write about the culture – food, drink, customs, all the things I only know a few things about. I love stories about the past. :-)
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Oh, ok, I’ll keep that in mind! Just a couple of days ago, I wrote a post, asking my readers what they would like me to write about. Mostly those were requests about the countries we’ve been to, but I guess I should write about our home countries as well. Actually, on the 3rd Monday of this month Trailing Spouse Stories’ topic is about homesickness, so I was going to write about Ukraine. Sadly, I can’t really write anything cheerful about it at the monent..
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I so agree. The sadness I feel looking all around the world… I hope your family is all safe and cared for. <3
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Thank you! My parents and my sister live in Shanghai now, but my granddad and some relatives and friends are still there, exactly in the war zone :(
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I am sad to hear you have family in that area. My thoughts are with them. <3
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Thank you!
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Wrote about it here https://tinyexpats.com/2014/12/02/close-to-home/
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