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Proud of Our Czech Roots
By Janel Souhrada Stephens – (Written in 1996)
Dave and Janel Stephens having breakfast
at Jiri's Summer House 10 years after their first visit
to the Czech Republic (picture taken September 2006)
Dave and I expected our trip
to the Czech Republic in June 1996 to be exciting and adventuresome. What we
did not expect was to have our ‘hearts’ become so touched by the people we met
and the stories they told. The stories tell of a people who have survived and
triumphed. They are working so hard in an economy that is yet to catch up with
the rest of the world. One worker we met earns $0.83 per hour in a dress
factory. But they are so happy to be free that nothing else matters.
The Souhradas and Vaniceks in the Czech Republic, much like their U.S. cousins,
were very industrious and hard working. As a result of their hard work they had
acquired larger amounts of land which caused problems when an aggressor like
Hitler and the communists came along. Josef Souhrada, owner of the Souhrada
property, went to prison in 1941, returning to freedom in 1944 only to die. The
priest at his funeral said, "Hitler murdered him". After the
2nd World War the farms went to Aneska and Marie Souhrada. When the communists
came — they too had to go to jail, Aneska for five years and Marie for seven.
We had the pleasure of meeting Aneska and Marie. They live in a one bedroom communist built high rise with few of the luxuries that we Americans would take for granted. Yet some geraniums bloom on the window sills and Aneska, age 75, hugs and loves — shares some of her crochet work with me and gave us three crystal glasses handed down in her family for generations. Their nephew, Jiri Souhrada and his wife, Vera, are their link to the outside world and are very kind to them.
Aneska, Jiri and Marie Souhrada
(June, 1996)
Vera's mother, age 70, had
glaucoma 20 years ago. The communist doctor took out her eye rather than treat
it. Vera’s brother was one of the smartest students to go to his school in
Pisek. The teachers told Vera’s parents he must go to school (high school).
Vera's dad went to Prague to see the Commissioner of Education. This was
a big deal for someone to do, but the commissioner said "No". If they
would have had money to bribe the commissioner they would have been more
successful. Everyone suffered from having had the communists in charge.
I asked Jiri what he was thinking about in 1968 when the communist tanks squelched
the uprising in Prague. He shrugs his shoulders and says, "I go to work in
the factory after grade school. I know nothing about it." All mass
communications were controlled by the communist government so people had little
knowledge of happenings they did not personally see. One of the sad things was
seeing the ugly gray cement high rise apartment buildings the communists built
for the people to live in when they were forced to move from their villages
into the cities because their land and their means of making a living had been
taken from them. Knowing our people’s great love of land and need for nurturing
our plants, this must have been devastating. We still saw flowers hanging
beautifully from all the 3 foot by 8-foot balconies on every floor of the high
rises. We saw rented garden plots within biking or walking distance of the
larger towns. We saw beautiful fenced gardens like Jiri and Vera's summer house
and the Vanicek home and the other people who had survived or returned to their
villages. There is a lot of restoration going on — all housing and buildings
were neglected for 40 years, as well as the land. Someone said the communists
did in 40 years what the Turks couldn’t do in 300. The Czechs we met
appreciated the people from the United States. One Sunday Jiri stopped his car
and we went into a pub to hear a 300 year old "pIayer orchestra".
When the pub owner found out we were from the United States he asked Jiri to
translate, "l remember - I am 14 - May 12, 1945 - 2:00 p.m. - American
tanks liberate us!" He then pulled my head down and put my ear next to his
heart. "I must still hear his heart beat with excitement.”
We encourage you to go - experience for yourselves - send your children -
invite their school children to come here. We have fantastic connections for
exchanges and for your trip over there. It is truly an experience to be a part
of our people’s appreciation of and joy for democracy and freedom. They never
thought they could be free again without a war. We celebrate their freedom!
By Janel Souhrada Stephens