Anastasia - Life Goes Full Circle
Posted: Thursday, April 07, 2011
by Dave Potchak
PO's Peek at the Past
According to the old writing in an even older family Bible, Anastasia Makar was born at the turn of the twentieth century in Eastern Europe. The cursive patchy notes were written with a fountain pen, dipped in ink from an old-fashioned bottle. From my best recall, the country of her birth is listed as Austria.
She married Frank (Theodore) Potchak, a fellow immigrant, and together their collective legacy began. They raised six sons and two daughters and part of their brood was Chuck Potchak, my dad.
Most of my recollections of Baba are sketchy at best. I can place her face from a combination of memory and old photographs, but I cannot define her voice, mannerisms, or anything else about her. One remembrance stands out - her funeral and viewing.
As was the custom of the time, Baba’s viewing was at home, the same house where she raised her children. The huge coffee pot, simmering in the enclosed back porch area off the kitchen, sticks with me, too. It was manned by cousins Steve and Bobby from Philadelphia. I remember, too, the house was overcrowded, and the incense used by the Byzantine Catholic Priest made breathing difficult.
It’s not that unusual for a memory to stick with a four-year-old, especially if the incident was one of such emotional magnitude. To solidify that remembrance, my sister, Stacie Ann, was born just a few days prior to Baba’s passing. Obviously, Stacie’s name was chosen as a close reference to my Baba’s name.
Time marches on and one day a few years ago our son Dave introduced us to his girl friend, who had grown up in the coal mining area of eastern Pennsylvania. Dave and Vicky (Victoria) began dating while students at Penn State, and when my wife and I were introduced to her, something intangible about the girl stood out. Soon after, we learned that Vicky’s mother’s maiden name was Grega – yes, another Eastern European name from the same region of origin as the Makars and Potchaks.
With Victoria, exchanging opinions and recalling common ethnic foods and religious similarities of our families became common conversation. We were elated when she and our son eventually wed.
About a year and a half after their wedding, David and Victoria presented us with our fourth grandchild. Our own parents were overjoyed at the news of another great-grandchild. But the biggest news to my Dad was yet to be announced.
When Victoria and David’s first child was born in January, I could barely contain my excitement as I told my dad that they chose “Anastasia” as their baby’s first name. At first there was silence on his end of the phone and I thought that maybe Dad didn’t hear me correctly. Then I realized it was taking him (now 86 years old) a few moments to gather his composure.
Someone once stated, “Life goes full circle.” When my dad recently held Anastasia (Greek for “Resurrection”) for the first time, the look on his face reflected to me that his life circle had been completed. Pride mixed with happiness and contentment became apparent without one word spoken. A heritage and family legacy would go on in this sweet, precious namesake lying contentedly in my father’s arms. All of us should be so fortunate and blessed.
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)Good article DaveThank you.
Wonderful story, wonderful picture. I have read all of DavePo's stories and this one ranks among the top in reaching the hearts of readers. Great job!Thanks, but you are way too kind.
Nice read and good family ties for 3 generations. Congratulations, Dave !Thanks, my dad already said the photos of his mother, on display in his living room, will go to baby Anastasia. I think as she gets older, she will appreciate that gesture.
What a touching story of connection and reconnection, Dave, it's given me goosebumps. The photograph of your father and baby Anastasia is beautiful.Thank you, Jennifer. The story gave my sister goose bumps too, but then she ended up crying as usual. This kind of cry seems to be good, however. Thanks for reading and commenting. Dave
Beautiful story and beautiful photo. Thanks for sharing it with us Dave.Thank you for your kind comments, Brianna. To All - Please excuse my erratic log-ins on SW and my even more erratic responses to others’ stories. Anastasia and her mom and dad just moved in with us four days ago. It’s temporary, but the house and our normal lives are in disarray right now. And I’m on my way within a week or so for another medical procedure on my heart. Just thought I’d explain. Thanks to all of you. DaveDon't be silly Dave. I think, judging by the comments, everyone thoroughly enjoyed hearing your story and comments. I wish you the best with your medical procedure. Please keep us posted. All the best to you and your family. - Brianna -How I love this story and especially the picture of your Dad who looks wonderful. I miss seeing your family and especially my friend Stacie.please give everyone my best.
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