Thursday, 4 June 2015

In Closing

In Summary

All in all, my memories of my life as a child were pretty nice after all, in spite of everything.  It made me stronger and the person I am today.

My father was a hard worker and really tried to provide for the family. He didn't have a high school education, but he could fix just about anything.  He was a man who believed in honesty and equality for all.

My mother was a very creative woman who could really stretch a dollar. She was an excellent cook, baker, seamstress, hair dresser, gardener and lover of classical music and flowers. Her perseverance in all she attempted, was remarkable.

Being ten years younger than my siblings, was just like being an only child and I missed their companionship at home. I looked forward to them coming home and admired their accomplishments.


Victoria Thili 1902 -1969

My mom was the first born child of Olympia and Ferdinand Pokorny who altogether had nine children, two boys and seven girls. One of the girls died at three years of age.

Ferdinand was a well-educated man who worked in the telegraphic company and could speak and write in five languages. He had been in the military, but was dismissed due to health problems. He died at the early age of 59.


My grandmother, Olympia was born in 1882, immigrated to Canada in 1953 in her later years, and died in 1971. I heard through my mother, that either her mother's grandmother or great-grandmother came from aristocracy, but because she married out of her class she lost her inheritance and title. Who knows, we might have owned a castle?



My mom had a privileged early life. Her family attended operas, symphonies, plays, and travelled by train throughout Europe. Her brother Karl was a violinist and a conductor in the orchestra. My mom belonged to a theatrical group.


Photo taken in 1926. My mom is seated on the far right.

Location is unknown, but I assume this is her theatre group.







As I mentioned before, my aunt Eleanor married my father's friend John Trebych on March 5th, five months after she and my mom immigrated to Canada, in the Romanian Greek Orthodox Church.

They had a reception with many relatives and friends and it  was said that the celebrations went on for a week! Refreshments were provided by the new groom as he owned a butcher shop and grocery store on Beach Road in Hamilton. They had three sons, Johnny, George, and Ed, and a daughter Eleanor. Their marriage lasted for over fifty years and their fiftieth anniversary was celebrated with a party at their home in 1977.


 I remember Aunty for the many occasions of celebration at her house. Her Christmas trees were spectacular with exquisite ornaments, lights, and frosted with white snow. We always spent Christmas at her house when I was young. There were tons of presents under the tree, something for everyone! Aunty always remembered everyone's birthday, even after we grew up and moved away.

She was a beautiful baker and an amazing cook. Her cakes were always so delicious. Her cooking was superb ~ cabbage rolls, pirogies and many delicious roasts and stews.

She had a beautiful garden filled with every variety of rose imaginable. Uncle John would go to the market on Saturdays and bring a new one home for her to plant in the yard, or a special perennial that she didn't have. She was  the one  that inspired my love of flowers and gardening. I learned the names of the various plants from her as we walked through the paths and admired the blooms and fragrances of them all.
  
I mentioned a few events that I think led to my mom's breakdown, so I would like to summarize them at this point.

1.       Arrival to Canada in 1927 leaving all her family and friends behind -  never seeing them again.
2.    The Depression in the  1930's  and loss of two homes due to foreclosure.
3.    My dad's accident at the factory where he worked  leaving him with a damaged hip.
4.    My brother Roman being born with cerebral palsy and dying at the age of seven.
5.    Financial difficulties all her married life.
6.    Ralph being severely burned in the explosion while in the Navy.
7.    Enduring the electrical shock treatments in her menopause.

So I believe all this led to her mental condition and it was not an inherited factor.  Back then, they called it hardening of the arteries. Today it has many different names, but stress is what I believe led her to her condition.


My grandmother lived to be eighty-nine and was of sound mind until she passed away and I did not know of anyone else in her family who had a mental problem.

John Thili 1896-1965

My father had a stroke and passed away three months after we were married. Unbeknownst to me, he had been brought by ambulance to St. Joseph's Hospital, where I was working  that day. I was informed of his admission and hurried to his bedside where he was able to recognize my familiar face. He recovered somewhat and he remained at the hospital for a week. As he was preparing to go back home, he took another stroke and subsequently died. He was only 70 years old.

When I was getting married 3 months earlier, I told him he should get a new suit to wear. He had said, "Why, you'll only bury me in it." And so we did.

Mom and Dad stepping out on the town.

We had the usual Catholic funeral service with the visitation for family and friends the evening before the mass and service at the church the next day. My dad had been a member of the Polish church for many, many years, was married there, and had the children baptized in the church.  Even when he lived in Burlington, he drove all the way to his Polish church in Hamilton.

The priest who came from St. Stanislaus Church to say some prayers for the deceased at the funeral home, did not even introduce himself to my Mom, my siblings, or me, nor did he offer any comforting words to us! But as he prepared to leave the room, he made a loud announcement that Mass cards could be purchased in the vestibule. With that, he left and that was it!  We were all shocked and disappointed at his lack of sympathy to the immediate family. 

I came home after that and cried and said to John, that I would go to his church, the United Church from now on. If that is how a members' family is treated after belonging to that church since the 1920's, I didn't want to belong to that kind of church. It seemed that dollars were all they are interested in. Apparently my brother had the same feelings because one of his daughters told me "something happened at his Dad's funeral", and he was lukewarm towards the church after that.My father had a stroke and passed away three months after we were married. Unbeknownst to me, he had been brought by ambulance to St. Joseph's Hospital, where I was working  that day. I was informed of his admission and hurried to his bedside where he was able to recognize my familiar face. He recovered somewhat and he remained at the hospital for a week. As he was preparing to go back home, he took another stroke and subsequently died. He was only 70 years old.

When I was getting married 3 months earlier, I told him he should get a new suit to wear. He had said, "Why, you'll only bury me in it." And so we did.

We had the usual Catholic funeral service with the visitation for family and friends the evening before the mass and service at the church the next day. My dad had been a member of the Polish church for many, many years, was married there, and had the children baptized in the church.  Even when he lived in Burlington, he drove all the way to his Polish church in Hamilton.

The priest who came from St. Stanislaus Church to say some prayers for the deceased at the funeral home, did not even introduce himself to my Mom, my siblings, or me, nor did he offer any comforting words to us! But as he prepared to leave the room, he made a loud announcement that Mass cards could be purchased in the vestibule. With that, he left and that was it!  We were all shocked and disappointed at his lack of sympathy to the immediate family. 

I came home after that and cried and said to John, that I would go to his church, the United Church from now on. If that is how a members' family is treated after belonging to that church since the 1920's, I didn't want to belong to that kind of church. It seemed that dollars were all they are interested in. Apparently my brother had the same feelings because one of his daughters told me "something happened at his Dad's funeral", and he was lukewarm towards the church after that.

 My dad's parents lived in Bukovina, Romania which was part of the Ukraine at that time.  His father was a bricklayer  named was Joseph Thiele and he was married to Aniela Czajkoska. Together they had eighteen children, but only nine survived. The first of the nine was Michelina and then came my dad, John.  There was one set of triplets, but only one survived, Menia. There was also a set of fraternal twins. One of the twins was Rosalia, who was the mother of my cousin, Anna Stachurski.  The other twin was named Rudolph. Two sisters Katryna and Bronia had gone to Germany before the war. Another brother was Martin, who later emigrated to Australia in 1946 with his young family of four children. (It was his family that I visited with John, in 2009).

Top Row from left: Bronia, John (inserted after the photo was taken), Kataryna
Middle row: Walter; my dad's mother, Aniela; my dad's father, Josef; Martin
Front row: Rosalia, Rudolph, Menia
Not pictured, Michelina

After WWII, some of the Polish people were allowed to leave Romania and go back to Poland. My grandfather was very sick, so he decided to stay where he was with his wife and daughter, Menia.  He built his own coffin, but his wife died before he did, so the coffin was used for her instead.

Rosalia relocated to Zielena Gora, Poland with her five children, where they were given a little house, a barn/workshop and some land.  When the war was over, her husband returned and worked as a blacksmith in the workshop.  My cousin, Anna's younger sister Lilla now lives on this homestead. It was here where my brother Ralph and his wife Audrey, and John and I visited in 2001. We were welcomed with a fantastic banquet dinner with all of her brothers and their wives.  This was the first time we ever saw all these cousins!

There were 35 children born from the above mentioned siblings in my dad's family, not counting all the grandchildren there would be by now, or great grandchildren!

My father came by ship from Europe in the early 1900's from Bukovina, Romania. His Naturalization certificate shows that he was born February 8th, 1895. Also on this document it said he was 5'6" tall, had blonde hair and brown eyes. (The birthdate is debatable because on his drivers license, his date of birth was 1897). Apparently he was sent to Canada to avoid going into the army, as there was talk of a war soon.

He told us that he lost his suitcase with all his belongings on the ship to Canada. I do not know which port of entry he came through, but I suspect it may have been Quebec City, as he worked in Quebec in the lumber industry for awhile.

His last name was misspelled by immigration officials. The correct spelling is T H I E L E, not what they wrote down when he entered Canada, T H I L I. It is a German name and his family in Poland, Germany, and Australia maintain the original spelling. Perhaps he didn't realize the mistake until much later, and it would have cost him some money to change the records after the fact. Who knows?

My dad had a cousin in Buffalo, New York, so this was one of his first destinations.  As I was growing up, I remember the long rides to visit Uncle Mike Tchkowski and his family at their hotel and tavern. It was always fun there, as the girls would fuss over me.  Whenever Uncle Mike would come to visit us, he would bring me a box of chocolates - the biggest box I ever saw in my life!

I'm not sure of the time line, but I was told that my dad and a partner formed a company to make cement blocks and stairs. I believe it was after that, that he got into construction, as he was a stone mason. He built quite a few basements and homes in the Burlington and Oakville areas, some of which still stand today.  


He worked for the International Harvester Company as a machinist foreman for some time in the 1930's. He was badly injured while on the job and was left with a bad hip which made him limp when he walked. He was offered a position as an elevator operator, which he refused. Thus he received a cash severance and used that money to buy land in Burlington to start again. That would have been approximately 1939. This was the depression era, the war just started, and my parents had lost two previous homes in Hamilton.

My dad's intention was to build a house for us and to eventually subdivide the eight acres into building lots. He built three houses on the existing street of Cumberland Avenue, ours and two others, which he sold. He also had a house moved to this property which my brother Ralph and family lived in for awhile.

The City of Burlington was growing, so a new road, Prospect Avenue, was made to pass beside our house to connect with the Guelph Line. My dad was happy about that as it meant access to the back part of the acreage for his dream of subdividing, but he could not gain approval for the subdivision. The City said it was not suitable as the railway line was too close. His dream was shattered and hard times forced him to sell the house in which we lived, in it's unfinished state! So we moved to Hamilton where they found an affordable house for about $7,000 on East Avenue, which was on the same street where my aunt Eleanor lived. My mom and I loved that.

My dad had kept the remaining property on Cumberland until we were married and because my parents had a difficult time financially, they came up with the idea to deed the property to the three children: Ralph, Josie and me. We each paid a third of the mortgage when it came due. One day a developer approached my sister to see if we would be interested in selling the land. Because Burlington was not expected to expand any further in the near future, we decided to sell. We sold it for a song in the late 1960s. The short story is the developer made a killing! We heard that he got a million dollars for the property and it became the site of a Canadian Tire and a strip mall next to the Burlington Mall. Our house and the others Dad built are now demolished, but we could have been millionaires. But it was not meant to be.


Incidentally, my niece Louise's husband Ron,  has an office in the strip mall on the exact location of our former land holding ~ and Louise actually lived in that little house that was moved to the back of our house!

Newlyweds


We didn't have a honeymoon as we both had to work on Monday morning. Some of the wedding guests came back to our apartment after the dinner where we took a few casual pictures and had some drinks.

So now we were Mr. & Mrs. Ross playing house in our little apartment on St. Joseph's Drive.
We lived at this address until August when we were able to buy our first house on Alton Road in White Pines Survey, Burlington.  

After my Dad died, my mom sold their house on East Avenue and gave us a down payment of $1000 with the understanding that she would stay with us. By the way, the house we bought was  $17,000. A great price as it was repossessed and included all the appliances! 

My mom would stay with us for a while, go to my sister's for a bit, and then to my brother's. She would get restless at our house, and sometimes go to my grandmother's fruit farm in St. David's near Niagara Falls, without telling us. (My grandmother relocated from Czechoslovakia to Canada in 1953). Grandma would call us up on the phone to ask us to come for Vicky. She wandered quite a bit! Everyone took their turns having her, but eventually we had to place her into a nursing home in Milton, Ontario. 


She was in the home when she fell, broke her hip and was bedridden for awhile. Pneumonia set in and one day the staff at the nursing home called to tell us she was in a coma and to come in as soon as we could. When we got to her bedside she awoke, looked up and just moaned in a surprised way and then she was gone. That was the first and last time I have ever seen anyone die!

A Winter Wedding

We were married at St Patrick's Church in Hamilton on December 26th, 1964 at 12:00 noon. Formal photos were taken at the church and at the photographers' studio.

The reception for was at The Pines, a restaurant in Stoney Creek. As it was Boxing Day, there still was a Christmas theme with red, white and green decorations. My maid of honour was my best friend, Maureen Curran, dressed in a long red brocade dress she made herself. The best man was James Craig, John's best friend from Nova Scotia.

I wore a friend's sister's graduation dress which she had made herself and I made my headpiece and veil. I wore a pair of white shoes that I already had and a borrowed, blue garter. My bouquet was a dozen red roses entwined with ivy. John wore a new navy blue suit with a white shirt and greyish tie. The whole affair may not have been that classy by today's standards, but we thought it was beautiful at the time.  The reception for 36 guests was a whopping $159.30!  This included 4 bottles of wine, flowers for the tables, tax and the gratuity!!!

Our Love Story

This love story is about John and Louise, who met through fate, as a  result of a tragic accident.

It begins on Saturday, August 29th, 1964, on a particularly hot summer day.  John was in his truck, delivering gas for Supertest when a very strange accident occurred before his eyes.  A car travelling towards him, suddenly burst into flames. He swerved away from the oncoming car, stopped his truck and ran back to see if he could assist in some way. The door was locked so he broke the window and saw that the man was slumped onto the door. Soon others stopped as well.

The police and ambulance arrived shortly thereafter. The ambulance rushed this terribly burnt soul to the nearest hospital which was St.Joseph's Hospital.  It was discovered at the hospital, that the man was Mr. Norman Leslie who had apparently left home in Hamilton, to get some gasoline for his lawn mower.  Why did he travel so far from home, just to get gas? This burnt man died a day or two later.

 Later that day, John inquired at the hospital as to the condition of the burnt man. There was very little information available, so he called back later that evening. I was not at the Information desk that particular weekend when he called, but on Monday September 1st, I was there to answer his queries in regard to the patient's condition. 

The next evening he called again and began asking for information other than strictly business.  He wanted to meet me, so we arranged to meet after my shift.  John was fairly new in town, he had come from Nova Scotia in the spring, and didn't have a car. I had my own car so I agreed to pick him up. Now that I think of it, it was rather risky, but this was the 1960's - not the times of today! We went to a pub nearby, got acquainted and left after giving him my phone number.  Our first official date was the next day, we went to the airshow at the Toronto National Exhibition. I should have known this  was the beginning of a life that involved airplanes!

Well, we courted for a short time and within three weeks we were choosing a diamond ring and setting a wedding date!  John didn't get down on one knee like you see in the movies, but one day he just said, "So how many kids are WE going to have?"  That must have been a proposal!  He did surprise me by picking up the ring from the jewellers and gave it to me that night on October 22nd- no special dinner, no flowers.


The wedding was planned for December 26th, so that his parents could come from Nova Scotia. His mom taught school and would be able to come during the holidays.  As it turned out, there was a snow storm and his parents were unable to attend after all. It turned out he only had two relatives at the wedding, a cousin Ola and her young daughter, Joan. Poor John! Did he wonder what in the world was he getting himself into? 

High School and Teacher's College

Thus, during my teen years, my father brought me up with the help of my sister who was already married with little ones of her own.

I was ten years old when my first nephew, Jimmy, was born and my niece, Louise, was born two years later. I was so excited and wondered how long it would be before I could play with them. The numbers grew and eventually there were nine little munchkins. As I grew older, I babysat for all of them for the measly sum of 25 cents an hour, but I loved it and enjoyed them all.


 My first 'real' job at age sixteen, was typing at a collection agency.  I got this opportunity through my brother-in-law, whose friend owned the business. My pay for this was twenty-five dollars a week!  My assignment was at St. Joseph's Hospital's  Accounting Office, where I had to obtain all the 'bad debt' information so that the agency could proceed with legal action ( in those days there was no government insurance for patients). I did this for the summer and was offered part time work for weekends and holidays by the administration office at St Joseph's. I kept this position for the rest of high school and Teachers College. 

In 1955 we moved to Hamilton where I attended Cathedral Girls School for my last 2 years of high school. I graduated in 1958. The ceremony with cap and gown was held at the Basilica Cathedral in Hamilton. The dinner and dance was at the Royal Connaught Hotel. My white satin dress with red sash was made by my sister Josie. There were no fancy, thousand dollar dresses, limos, grand photo ops, or holidays to Mexico or other paradise, as there is today.  The money spent on  graduation today is probably ten times more than was spent on my wedding.


I went on to Hamilton Teachers College for the two year course. My teaching career was short lived as I only taught for four years for the Hamilton and Toronto Separate School Boards, teaching at the grade five level.



After graduation,  I bought a 1957 Pontiac car which my brother Ralph helped me pick out.   So now I owned a car but couldn't even drive yet!  Well, it took me one week to learn to drive and get my license  and on my 21st birthday, I was off to Toronto with a girl friend  ~ for dinner and my first  drink,  and a show at a 'coffee house.'

When I quit teaching in 1964, I returned to work in the accounting department at St.Joseph's Hospital where I had a part-time job since I was 16 years old. I worked there on the weekends and summers doing general office work, but I loved working on the information desk the best of all. I preferred this type of work to teaching, because a teacher's work is never done and the children were starting to be sassy, which bothered me.

Incidentally, it was at this hospital where I met my future husband, John Ross.