“It was always something,” Baba says. “People were always fighting.”
Agafia Stawiski (known dearly to her family as Baba) with the most pleasure, teaches me how to knit at a seat in the kitchen. Baba is a great knitter. I am making a fool of myself. I have not knitted my whole life, not like Baba, who made jumpers for her children and grandchildren, and who knitted stockings many decades ago in Ukraine. “The cotton was so thin,” she had remarked; to knit the stockings was delicate, such was her time in Europe it seemed.
“It was always something.”

Baba’s life in Ukraine was always moving. She is from the Lemko region of Ukraine (now Poland), where the small village of Snietnica exists in the lowlands of the Carpathian Mountains. The peoples living in this region were constantly being displaced, which for Baba was in 1947. It began during the first world war and reached its height in the late 40s and 50s. She was right, it always was something – for if not for displacement, it was occupation by the Germans, the Russians and the Poles. “People were always fighting.”







