|August O'Connor decorating pysanky in Boulder Creek|
Easter begin as a pagan holiday celebrating the Anglo-Saxon goddess Oestara, Our Lady of the Dawn, of the Spring, of Fertility and of Regeneration. The feast of Oestara was transformed by Chrisians into the Feast of the Resurrection of Christ, the most joyous day in the liturgical calendar. What better symbol of fertility and new beginnings than the egg!
Ukrainian Easter eggs are called pysanky and (my father being Ukrainian-American} each year during Holy Week, our family would gather around the gas cooking stove in Columbus, Ohio and decorate hard-boiled eggs with pinheads dipped in molten wax heating on the stove. On Easter Sunday my family would attend solemn High Mass at St Augustine's Church across the street, then return home for a hearty dinner usually centering around baked ham and mashed potatoes. We ate the ugly pysanky and displayed our best eggs in baskets, on shelves and exchanged them with friends.
|Some pysanky from Nick and August|
In this year 2022 witnessing sad struggle between passionate kinsmen over the future of Ukrainia. Knowing that Russians and Ukrainians share a common Slavic soul, for we Slavs to harm or harass one another benefits only Satan. One can only hope this Easter that some unanticipated miracle will occur, a miracle as great as the one symbolized by these decorated eggs, a miracle no better expressed than by John Updike's powerful Oestarian lines:
SEVEN STANZAS AT EASTER