I was recently babysitting my nieces and asked what they like to eat for breakfast. The older one, Eleni, said "Well, we're Greek, so we like to eat toast, cheese and olives." This statement made me both happy and sad. I was happy that she identified strongly with her father's cultural heritage, but she's almost as Czech as she is Greek, so I was sad that she didn't identify with her mother's cultural heritage, too. Or not for breakfast foods anyway.
But of course she'd say she's Greek.... she's a first generation Texan on her father's side, she goes to a Greek school, has very Greek first and last names, learns Greek, her father speaks Greek and has favorite Greek and Cypriot foods, she goes to Greek festivals, has a grandfather that lives in Cyprus, and has visited Cyprus several times in her 7 years. 90 years ago when Eleni's maternal great-grandmother was 7, she did some of the exact same things and was a first generation Texan herself, but the word "Czech" would have been substituted for "Greek" above.
|My nieces, Emma and Eleni, in their Greek costumes. Houston, TX.|
A friend (Lori Najvar) and I are so fascinated with the topic that we're putting together a traveling exhibit about it. Lori lost her father this year and her mother not long before that. I lost my grandmother this year. Together, Lori and I have seen many people pass away recently who were native Texas Czech speakers and poeple we'd call "tradition bearers", i.e. if you wanted to know how to pluck a chicken, bake a kolach, or sing a folk song, you could go to them for the knowledge. Watching members of that generation pass away inspired us to create the exhibit. We have several goals in mind:
- To educate and engage a viewer (Texas Czech or not) about the cultural traditions and practices that continue to be embraced by the third, fourth and up to seventh-generation Texans of Czech descent. It's really amazing actually that some traditions even still exist 140 or more years after the first big wave of immigration to Texas.
- To capture on film some stories, people, ways of speaking, that might be lost to history.
- To honor the men and women who consciously prioritize activities that will foster and perpetuate Texas Czech culture for their children and grandchildren.
- And maybe Lori and I are also struggling with our own mortality, but that's on a more personal note.
Is Texas Czech culture soon to be forgotten? In 25 years, will we only be able to get kolaches at Kolache Factories? Will anyone know how to play Taroky? Will Czech polka music only be heard on old Vrazels recordings? At the Sacred Heart picnic in Hallettsville last month, I walked by a group of four people in their 70s carrying on a conversation in Czech. (My partner, Mark, couldn't believe it.) I'm sad to assume there's no way my three year old son will have that experience as an adult.
|My son licking the sugar off his hands from a poppyseed kolach.|
Tentatively, the topics that will be featured in Lori's and my exhibit will include just such things as I ponder above...music, ethnic-specific games, language, genealogy, religion, fraternal organizations, church picnics and other community celebrations, and, of course, foodways. I'm personally hoping that the resurgence of interest in "do-it-yourself" in the kitchen and "home-grown and home-made" and eating local will empower young Texas Czechs to claim their culinary and cultural birthright and start canning beets, cutting noodles, baking kolaches, stuffing sausage, putting up sauerkraut, making wine and homemade cheese and say "We're eating Czech and we're proud!"
Here is a link to a poignant New York Times article from September 18th called Holding On to Heritage Before It Slips Away about food, memory and cultural identity. After reading the article, my father said "We must be doing a better job than most people. As a group we [Texas Czechs] still seem to eat many of the same things our parents and grandparents ate." I don't know if his perception reflects the truth, but if it does and eating sausage once in a while is going to help ensure that my sons identify with being Texas Czech, then maybe Bill's prediction about the culture being forgotten won't come true.
|The youngest generation of the Morkovsky family|
proud of the sausage they helped make. Floresville, TX.
Photo by Lori Najvar.