Baba's Last Blossom

The Babas Last Blossoms collection is my tribute to my Baba. She was an amazing lady. When asked about her, I would always say “Oh she’s good; she’s a brick shithouse!”. I know that sounds glib, but she was a powerhouse of a woman. Bordering on 6 feet tall, she could and would do anything she set her mind to.

She would speak to me in Ukrainian English, “Don’t sleep in the moonlight! It will make you strange!” she would tell me, though I continued to inch forwards towards it. “Figoosmakam!” she would yell, meaning “a fistful of poppyseeds” when something was worth nothing.

She would craft, garden, & bake like you wouldn’t believe—ice cream pails full of perogies and cabbage rolls. It didn’t matter who you were; if you came to her home, she made sure you were full of food and drink. I want to share her struggles, strength, and fortitude with you all. These are my tributes to her created for her birthday month.

I love her and miss her so much.