
Over the years I have encountered many colleagues, who eventually drop a "pyrogy" or "holubtsi" in the conversation. You get to know who you are talking to. But sometimes you don't.
I have taught for a while, and recently at the Calgary Ukrainian Festival heard my professional name being called out. Seemed strange in those circumstances. I turned around to see a beautifully dressed little dancer, who looked so charmed with the surprise on my face. So I have taught this little person for a year, and didn't know we are of the same cultural ancestry. What a lovely, and increasingly common, surprise.
Take a look at this one page history of Calgary, which indicates that Calgary's Ukrainian community, way back in the first decade of the last century was quite big - take a look and see for yourself.
http://www.calgaryarea.com/ne/bridgelandriverside/communitynews/history.htm
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