South High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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THE MELTIN6 POT .... ln the little village of Zuirblaukia, Lithuania, there are twenty-five or thirty houses with a great number of barns and cattle sheds. Most of the houses are built of wooden logs and are generally thatched on the roof. In one of these peasant cottages I was born. The room in which I first saw the light of day was bare except for a huge stove and several wooden benches ranged against the wall. From the ceiling, attached to a branch, was a long bas- ket made of birch boughs. This was my cradle. As the branch was very elastic, I was rocked to and fro while my mother was busy with her household tasks. Outside in the fields, my father sang while he plowed his acres, he sang about his straight furrow and the lark above his head. In the forest my brother, john. brought the timber from the great woods on a raft down the river. At the end of the day when the outside work was done, the men would come into the house and wash up while mother prepared our simple meals. Before a large and elaborately carved cross father said grace, and then we were ready to sit down to our meal of creamed beet soup and rye bread. After the supper dishes were cleared away, our neighbors would gather outside our door and we entertained ourselves by singing and dancing until eight o'clock, when we all retired. In such an atmosphere I grew up. We all worked hard in both the house and the fields, but still we always seemed to have time to celebrate the many holi- days in true Lithuanian fashion. One festival day, Vainikinas, as it was called, stands out vividly in my mind. On this occasion I wore my best clothes. These consisted of short woolen many-colored skirt, a white blouse and a tight em- broidered sleeveless bodice. My hair was elaborately plaited and on my hands were rings of silver, tin, and brass. Vainikinas means binding of wreathes. Accordingly, about sunset my two friends and I set out for the forest where we gathered flowers and made them into wreaths. Adorned with these we then went in search of two young birch trees. Having secured them, we entwined them together and made a per- fect triumphal arch. The men, in the meantime, had made a similar arch. When these had been erected, we marched through them, singing appropriate songs, as the couples met, they kissed and marched on. The day came, however, when our family packed its few trunks, said good- bye to our dear friends, and set out upon our long journey to America, the long- discussed Land of Freedom. Unfortunately, we had succeeded in getting only one pass. This enabled my mother and father to cross the border line of Lithua- nia into Prussia, but made no provision for my brother and me. Leaving us at home was out of the question, of course, so we were hidden under the straw in the cart. In this way we crossed the border without detection and boarded a train which took us to Amsterdam. Then we climbed the gangplank to the pol- ished, shiny deck ofa great steamer. Never shall l forget that memorable trip across the Atlantic. After we had located our quarters, we lay down to take a little rest. I awoke to find my stom- ach soaring up and down, and the next thing I knew my mother had boiled some ramuliu tea, which changed my seasickness to a feeling of hunger. We dined upon cream cheese, onions, black bread and thick cream. With my appetite appeased, I strolled along the deck and gazed wide-eyed at the strange men who, with sleeves and pants legs rolled up, were washing the decks. Everything was very fascinating. The second day out l became acquainted with a Lithua- nian professor who was coming to America to teach our language in a large New England college. I-le had already spent several years in America and had a thor- ough understanding ofthe English language. To him am I indebted for the foun- dation of my education as an American. For several hours each day during that two weeks' trip, this new-found friend labored with me. I was indeed proud to

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H1719 much in a month as we would have made in a -, f X sfo- whole season on our Lithuanian farm. We opened r5t fi a bank account in a big bank on Carson Street, and E , f Y. ' h f' f . it .,,, 555' mootnproud we were as we watched the igures fl V As soon as my household tasks were completed f,-ii. PP4, each morning, I would hurry to my cousins' home gf ,, , gpg!! Z! I with my books and they would help me with my K I f lessons. Strange as it seems, I had never gone to 1 visit school as we had planned. When I met other .- l 1 'f 11m K I girls I became very conscious of my foreign appear- I 7 f f 'S ance and my broken English. I determined I would . . not go to school until I could dress and speak as f V..-Q. 'i A the others did. if I In the meantime I made great progress in my ' . J work. My cousin took me to the South Side Branch I '-1', I! if of the Carnegie Library and introduced me to the IQ I f librarian in charge. She at once seemed to under- lllllllln' x , .1 I stand my problems and was an invaluable friend to me during those summer months. She knew just what kind ot books I needed, she showed me how to use the catalogue in the library and all the other things that were to prove so useful to me in the fall. By September my cousins pronounced me ready for high school. A teacher living near us had heard about my efforts to fit myself for school in the fall and she sent for me to come to see her. America was surely the home of kind people. She arranged for me to go to her three times a week for help in lower mathe- matics and geography. For the first time in my life I looked upon a globe repre- senting the world, and my heart swelled with pride when I saw the large space occupied by my newly adopted country. My parents were so grateful to Miss Wilson for the help she had given me that they insisted that they be allowed to pay her, but she said she was amply repaid in my progress and would accept no money. Finally my mother made her a present of a hand-embroidered shawl that we had brought from Lithuania and she was delighted with it. September fifth, the long heralded day, finally dawned and I went forth with my cousins to begin my education in an American school. I was surprised to learn that my parents were not going to have to pay for these lessons I was about to receive. just think-English, history, algebra, science, cooking, sew- ing, swimming-all to be had for the asking! How vividly that first morning stands out in my memory. I think I shall never forget it. My cousins escorted me to the auditorium and then departed for their own class rooms. I found myself seated in a huge hall, larger than our church had been in the old country. Hundreds of other boys and girls were wait- ing there in long rows of seats. I was so happy it seemed as though my heart would burst with gratitude. I turned to survey the girl sitting next to me. In a short time we were chatting like old friends. That friendship that sprang up be- tween us that morning has grown until today Anna Mindek is my dearest friend. She, too, was foreign borng she had come to America from Novgorad, Russia when she was but two months old. Of course she had no recollections of her old home as I had, but she.had the advantage of me in having spent eight years in the public schools. The girl in front of us overheard our conversation and turned around to say that her parents had come from Russia, too. When she was seven she had been taken back there on a visit. She assured me that Amer- ica was so much superior to the foreign countries that I should likely never have a desire to return to the land of my birth. Already I was ready to agree with her. After a short time the principal came in and I was assigned to a room called