Wow, that was interesting info. Thanks.
My grandmother and grandfather on my father's side were both what is called: Rusyn/Rusnak/Lemko
Their religion was Eastern-Greek- Orthodox
My grandfather however was born in the USA from immigrant parents.He and they totally idenified themselves are Rus/Rusyn and hardly spoke English.
Most immigrant first generation peple in the US kept their old customs and language.
My father went to school with nothing but other immigrant children from everywhere. German, Jewish,Italian ,Hungarian and more.
They all learned English together in school and perhaps taught a bit to their parents.
I know my grandfather in Conn. was hard to talk to, old fashioned and barely spoke English even though he was born in the US.
He went as a teenager to visit his uncles over in Ruthenia and got himself drafted into the Czars Army.
He was gone from the US for so long they questioned him at the US boarder when he finally came back. Asked him why he was gone so long and why didn't he just stay away!
I am not sure since it was nearly 100 years ago when my father came to the US how to find his immigration papers.
Strangely enough, he later in life married his second wife who was a US born Hungarian. They had a big fight once because she decided to clean house and tossed away some of his old papers from Poland.
I know he was really upset because he spoke about it often.
Probably was his immigration paperwork.
He was around 7 when he arrived in the US with his mother and baby sister, auntie Olga.
I guess I'll have to forget about my, "Hungarian connection" through my own family.
I do know by seeing a family tree that we intermarried allot with Hungarians. Many Hungarian surnames in the family tree.
We were able to visit Kunkowa and that area about 7 years ago.
Some of my US cousins perhaps twice removed related on my grandmothers side were also able to attend our reunion.
We met at least 14 relations who still live in the area and some spoke perfect English. Was a great time.
We had a tour of several churches and they explained the customs in English for our little group. We torued the Ruysn Grease Museum, a small museum where we learned about how the people supported themsevles by making fine axle grease and exportingit all over Europe. Saw the trails they traveled on and they went to Budapest all the time.
There were about 12 people listed as being seriusly involved in that trade and 5 of those listed had my maiden surname, really surprised me as I never knew anything about ann axle grease trade before.
Saw the local church sadly it was locked up that day but it was probably where my father had been baptised as a baby. Build in wood by the locals around 1856.
Walked around the graveyard with my cousins looking for family names but didn't find any, of course it was raining heavy when we were there.
Had a family dinner with about 14 people at the B&B we stayed in, owned by another family member on the lake.
There were 2 very elderly laides there, aged 94 at the time and 86.
They didn't speak English but remembered my family, one said, "didn't they leave in 1939"?
After dinner before we broke up the party the 2 older ladies sang a Ruysn folk song for us "lost sheep" who had returned home. Made us all tear up it was so sweet.
The last night we were there one cousin, a teacher who's husband also was a teacher threw us all a house party.
Complete with guitar and accordian music played live. Polka dancing and singing.
When we arrived at the party we all sort of lined up to be introduced to each other.
One of the visiting cousins of mine who looks so much like my deceased sister was born in Budapest and her husband is Hungarian. They live in the UK and are doctors in Kent.
As we kissed and hugged on meeting everyone something very funny happened.
Over there people kiss on the cheek 3 times, not just twice.
As my Hungarian husband was being introduced to a relation in his 80's the older man was told my husband was Hungarian. My relation got so excited that he kissed my husband on each cheek and then just sort of pulled him closer and gave him a huge smack/kiss on the mouth!
It was crazy and funny. One cousins said, guess he really likes Hungarians.
My poor husband turned red as a beet but soon got over it after a few shots of homemade honey brandy.
It was a magical few days.
Thanks again for your information it was very helpful.
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