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Gorgeous tale. As my mother and her twin were born in a mud hut on the Saskatchewan prairie, I can relate. When Ukrainians first appeared in her vicinity, she came home from school with a negative comment she'd learned. Her father scolded her severely, and demanded that she make a Ukrainian chum the next day and bring that girl home to visit. Which she did. Then as an adult, she spent much time helping new immigrants adapt ... and bringing them home to visit. Lessons from the old days persevered.

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The love of family sticking together. Family.

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This is an exquisite story. Plenty in the midst of scarcity. So lovely.

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Thank you for this story. It resonnates with me because one set of my grandparents immigrated from a farm. Why did they leave? To seek a better life in America.

Linda

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I too love a tin of sardines, and now I'll never open one without thinking of this story and how special one can be if it's just for you.

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Beautifully written, thank you.

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Fantastic piece, Bryan! Makes you want to read more!

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a poignant searing story that makes us think afresh of what we really need in life

Mary Anne

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