Maarit

The Ukrainian Work Ethic

My Gigi was the first one of our family who was born on Canadian soil. My Dad hadn't spoken about him much since he passed away 24 years ago, unless he was talking about the farm. It wasn't until the war started that I began to realize how little I knew about him; I knew he was a farmer his whole life, and was a quiet, seemingly grumpy man. He died when I was six. The only other thing I knew was that he was a proud, stick-in-the-mud Ukrainian.