Today the Bernard Olcott story returns to Vilnius, May 1985. From my post “BOOMERANG THROWN,” you learned that I was in Lithuania for 5 days that year, hunting down my family roots. The first day was remarkable.
My second day in Lithuania featured an old fashioned get-on-the-bus touristic outing with my Intourist group. The destination was the town and castle at Trakai, about 30 km to the west of Vilnius. Built in the 15th century as the home to the Lithuanian Grand Duke, it was considered as the unofficial capital of Lithuania, which, as part of the united Polish-Lithuanian kingdom, stretched from the Baltic to the Black Seas in its prime. Today the ancient castle is in good condition – for a structure that is 600+ years old – and is scenically located on an island in a pristine clear water lake.
This blog ostensibly concerns my Father, Bernard, who passed away in 2006. But I take many diversions along the way. Today’s post is mostly about his 2nd wife, my Mom. She is a spry 83 year old woman who brags about her ability to walk around the parking lot in front of her Assisted Living Residence “23 times” every day. She is very specific about that number.
OK, so what do you do with your aging Mother when you bring her home for the weekend? In my case, I take her for long walks. Makes sense, right?
This past Sunday, I brought her and my cousin, Lise (visiting from Quebec City), for an excursion to the Four Freedoms Park on Roosevelt Island. It’s a stunning modern memorial to, in my opinion, the greatest President of our Republic. Our very own Great Leader, the handicapped patrician who led our country through its darkest hour to supreme victory and ascendancy to superpower status, militarily, economically, and culturally. FDR. Now we have a Washington, DC-style monument in his honor, right here in the middle of the East River.
The past 5 posts describe the first of the 5 days staying at the Hotel Lithuania (not to be confused with the Hotel California). In Vilnius, Soviet occupied Lithuania during May 1985. Intermingled in the details were other anecdotes about my stay in Moscow the prior week.
My view out the window of the Hotel Lietuva. The Neris River is in the foreground and the Old Town behind.
For the sake of repetition, my primary purpose in going to Lithuania was to meet my Father’s family, his uncle and cousins. Our roots in this small, little-known country in Eastern Europe was something we shared. Plain and simple.
The author with Eugenija’s son (and my cousin) Vytas. At least I figured out where my curly hair came from!
When I got there, I discovered insights into what exactly constitutes oppression. Some of it boomeranged to hit me in strange ways.