Ukraine? I know generations of Ukrainians.
---Update---Published on Tuesday 8 December 2009 18:56
SIXTY years of Ukrainian life and culture in Todmorden was marked with the dedication of a special commemorative plaque in Centre Vale Park, Todmorden.
The plaque was blessed by Father Ben Lysykanycz and members were addressed by the local chairman of the Association of Ukrainians in Great Britain, Mr Walter Kecun, at a reception held later at St Joseph's Church, Todmorden.
The community explored several ideas for a suitable way to mark its role in town life and settled on the idea of the plaque, which is placed at the entrance to the Garden of Remembrance, a peaceful area where many people like to take some time to reflect.
The first members of Todmorden's Ukrainian community, displaced from their homeland in the aftermath of the second world war, arrived in Todmorden in 1947, initially finding work in the town's cotton mills.
Over the years they have introduced Todmordians to some aspects of Ukrainian culture through concerts held at Calder College, the Town Hall and the Hippodrome Theatre, and established their first club at Rochdale Road in 1959.
"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
Imodium can't stop me.
I think Russia and Canada come about three miles. (same with Denmark, only thirty kilometres to France as well).
There is wrangling over the Northwest Passage. Long and complex discussion .
Sovereignty over the area is an important issue for the government in Canada. Thanks for reminding me
“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”
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Todmorden = German for death murder
Yes! (I have to go to bed in a minute but there's a sensible point I could make about the culinary er, habits of the Brits and mush. Maybe tomorrow.)
My own childhood smelled of boiled cabbage.
I love cabbage. The finer points of cooking it came much later in life, but even now, the sweet aroma of over-cooked cabbage sends me all Madeleine-ish.
That plane crash Anna, that would be a subject for discussion in Poland.
anyway....I have house guest.
For me nothing destroys my concentration more than house guests.
Lovely country though, France. Beautiful.
Too much cooking time involved.
Brussels or Bean?
I am seeking good and easy Tofu though...maybe baked.
I've never been able to figure out what to do with Tofu.
Much like Vodka in that respect. (I guess)
Which brings us full circle back to Russia.
have I ever mentioned that I grew up in a Canadian Trailer Park?
Though I have a EU passport...so who knows.
Now, listen young man, and heed my words careful, like...
If you want summat tasteless and protein filled, summat that rolls around your mouth like an old inner tube dipped in piss - then I recommend tripe. Aye, tripe. It can still be had, even here in Thailand if you have the ear of them that knows about such things. I make a point of making my acquaintance with the gentlemen of all the local slaughterhouses - even in Rayong.
Tripe. Honeycomb cows stomach lining, properly dressed and then boiled with onions. It's fucking 'orrible stuff, mind, but it's a lot better than fucking poncey tofu - and, it puts hairs on your chest.
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