There are moments in history that seem almost too improbable to be real. Young men working beneath the smokestacks and stockyards of South Omaha, Czech immigrants who had crossed an ocean seeking peace and stability, boarded trains eastward toward Stamford, Connecticut, not for factory work or ordinary opportunity, but to prepare themselves for war on … Read more
There are moments in history when ordinary men become something larger than themselves. Not because they sought glory, riches, or conquest, but because they carried within them the hope of a people not yet free. Such was the story of the Czechoslovak Legion. Before there was a nation called Czechoslovakia, there were Czech and Slovak … Read more
There is something deeply moving about the idea of men leaving safety, steady work, and family life in America to fight for a country that did not even officially exist yet. Not for land they owned, or wealth. or even for citizenship. But for memory. For language and songs sung at kitchen tables and the … Read more
There are moments in family history that seem small at first glance, ordinary little happenings tucked into the folds of daily life, but years later you realize they reveal an entire world that no longer exists. My Grandpa Svagera’s first days at school in Plattsmouth, Nebraska, were one of those moments. Not long ago, I … Read more
S velikou láskou dědečkovi a tetičce The dance that overflowed the heart. There are some relationships in families that seem almost providential. Not accidental or merely biological, but deeply woven together by memory, history, sacrifice, and love. That was the relationship between my Grandpa Svagera and his youngest sister, Millie. Grandpa was the oldest sibling. … Read more
Imagining Grandpa Svagera Returning to the Land of His Father There are moments in life that seem almost too sacred to put into words. Not dramatic moments or loud moments, simply quiet ones that somehow carry the weight of generations. I often find myself imagining what my Grandpa Svagera must have felt the first time … Read more
There are some stories that arrive all at once. And there are others that wait quietly for decades before finally revealing themselves. Lately I have been thinking about language. Not simply vocabulary or grammar or pronunciation. But language as memory.Language as belonging.Language as identity.Language as the invisible architecture through which we first learn how to … Read more
A continuation of Ján Švagera’s biography. Featuring his initial taste of life in America. A surprise taste of home and his coming of age.
Part 3 of “Across Countries and Cultures: A Journeyer for Truth” Reality Takes Hold The first time seeing the ocean is a profound experience for everyone. For someone who comes from a completely landlocked country though, the experience is overwhelming. The act of boarding a ship and losing sight of any land mass whatsoever is … Read more
A young boy’s recollection of the Velvet Revolution, November 17, 1989. Tears of hope and a personal family connection to history being made.
