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lest we forget
Karry taylor
ktaylor@cjournal.ca
Pilot Officer Stephen Kuleski was killed along with seven members
of his flight crew on May 23, 1944. He was 25 years old.
Photo Courtesy of STEPHEN TAYLOR
GREAT-GRANDPARENTS
My great-grandparents never visited their sons grave. For the longest time, I thought this might
have been because they could not
afford a trip to France. But there
were government programs that
would have provided travel assistance had they chosen to visit the
cemetery. It wasnt until I stood in
front of Steves grave myself that I
think I began to understand why
they never came. It simply would
have been too painful for them.
I never knew my great-grandfather William. He passed away in
1967, years before I was born. From
the stories that I have been told, it
sounds like he was a humble, gentle
and good-hearted man.
My great-grandmother Pearl was
our familys seemingly indestructible matriarch. She loved her family
dearly, but was quick to dispense
a brutally stinging wrath if one did
something even unknowingly
that she did not approve of. She
passed away in 1996.
It wasnt until after her death that
I realized what a huge presence my
great-grandmother had been in my
own life. Before my mother and I left
the cemetery, we sat on a bench beneath the high trees, uncorked a bottle of wine and drank a toast. I could
almost hear my Baba saying, in her
thickly Ukrainian accented English,
You have a nice drink for my Steve.
calgaryjournal.ca
SEPT 2013