Sunday, June 26, 2016

Introduction



When I was growing up, I was told that my family tree consisted of my grandmother, my 2 grandfathers and my maternal uncle and paternal uncle. My paternal grandmother had died when my father was  young, and he had very few memories to share.

About ten years ago, I began a journey to find out an ancestry that had been almost lost. Definitely I am as full blooded American as any other girl born and raised in the USA. but As I turn 60, I pause to remember the European roots I now am aware of, and a full understanding that history is not only written by the winners, It is simplified and bent to the public it is informing.  So I have set out to find flesh and blood people that will give a more accurate account of the lineage and culture  of my 4 Grandparents, so that my descendants have a greater understanding of who they are and how they fit into the puzzle of humanity.

The search has  been to find the family tree and cultural roots of these four individuals (grandparents now deceased)





ANDREW G. GOLETZ  + MARY ANN SAJ




JACOB SHUTEK + MARY BUCHKO







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Saturday, June 25, 2016

My Paternal Roots: Shutek & Buchko









Jacob Shutek 1893-1971


  I remember when I was a very  little girl asking him "What was it like in Slovakia?"  I was so curious to know about a land long ago and far away. What was it like? What things did they eat? What things did they wear? Why did he come to America? But the man my cousins and I called "Bubba" just looked at me and when I looked in his eyes, it seemed like I saw deep happiness and sadness mixed together. He smiled gently at me, then turned his head, and began speaking to my father about something entirely different.  That was the way it was. The old people never talked about the old country, unless it was a quick conversation in Slovak, then it was over. I will always remember him in my uncle's house, sitting in a chair in the corner of a living room, putting together his gigantic puzzles on a folding table as we played our games and the grownups talked in the kitchen, sharing their weekly news. I remember when he passed away.  I can't really say that I ever knew him, but I knew he was known and loved by many, that he and the host of characters that lived in the nearby villages within the city paid respects to him at their funeral. And though he said very little he had made an impact on the place we lived.  Hushed voices would whisper to each other "Do you know who that is coming up to his casket? Did you see the tears in his eyes?" I had the feeling that all of them... friends and "frenemies" alike, were mourning the loss of a generation of unsung heroes who would die with the stories of the little villages they founded, leaving an even more mysterious "old country" to lay in a clouded, misty past that seemed impossible to ever find again.

  





 Mary Buchko 1904-1943



This was the grandma I never knew, she died young, when my father was not yet a teen. To look at her now,  it is easy to sense adventure in her eyes, but I would not realize how much adventure. Her short life  would  take this young girl out of a large family barely finishing  school in a Chicago Suburb, to a place in Appalachia. A place where no electricity or running water existed and coal fueled the furnaces of the few homes existing on that side of the hill. For over 21 years she would call this place home, friends and neighbors becoming family, till the day she was laid to rest, leaving a grieving husband and two young sons to carry on without her. Not really ever finding pictures of  her until I was in my thirties, I would gasp as I looked at what seemed to be a mirror. When I confronted my parents, they said that, yes, your Dad's side always noticed a resemblance between you and his Mother. 








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