My mother was Orthodox and my father was Catholic. During the year we went to Catholic Church each week, but at Christmas we celebrated both the traditional Christmas on December 25th, and the Orthodox Christmas in January. The Orthodox celebration included aunts and uncles on my mom's side, and they gave all the kids gifts, so I got to open presents twice in two weeks. It was a magical time! Merry Orthodox Christmas to all!
My mother was Orthodox and my father was Catholic. During the year we went to Catholic Church each week, but at Christmas we celebrated both the traditional Christmas on December 25th, and the Orthodox Christmas in January. The Orthodox celebration included aunts and uncles on my mom's side, and they gave all the kids gifts, so I got to open presents twice in two weeks. It was a magical time! Merry Orthodox Christmas to all!
My mother was Orthodox and my father was Catholic. During the year we went to Catholic Church each week, but at Christmas we celebrated both the traditional Christmas on December 25th, and the Orthodox Christmas in January. The Orthodox celebration included aunts and uncles on my mom's side, and they gave all the kids gifts, so I got to open presents twice in two weeks. It was a magical time! Merry Orthodox Christmas to all!
A bootlegger? Now that is a part of your family history that must never be lost to future generations.Grandmother (Babchi), father's mother was Russian Orthodox. My sweet grandmother was also a very successful bootlegger during the depression. Her money supported the family and relatives and allowed her to build a duplex and a single house on Ridge St., Nanticoke.
I'm the little guy listening to my truck, wishing it could send coded messages to my friends...many decades later, I had Verizon make me a special cell phone shaped like a truck
Grandmother (Babchi), father's mother was Russian Orthodox. My sweet grandmother was also a very successful bootlegger during the depression. Her money supported the family and relatives and allowed her to build a duplex and a single house on Ridge St., Nanticoke.
I'm the little guy listening to my truck, wishing it could send coded messages to my friends...many decades later, I had Verizon make me a special cell phone shaped like a truck
Good times !!!!
Geeze, the most exciting thing in my family history is my paternal grandfather had one blue eye and one brown eye.Well, truth be told my grandmother was a bootlegger as well in South Philadelphia. She actually continued to sell beer illegally from her grocery store when I was a little boy. I remember her getting really pissed at me one day when I put two quarts of beer in plain sight on the counter for a "customer". All this while my Uncle was a Police Captain
