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Sometimes speaking, or holding one’s tongue, can make the difference. All the difference. For life and death.

Many in authority today are silent when they should not be. Through weakness. And the consequences are devastating. Broken communities, broken businesses, broken homes, broken lives. Broken love. This because in various contexts we do not courageously and selflessly take up the authority we’ve been given. And its real absence is telling. The silence of this absence is not only deafening; sometimes it kills.

But well-exercised authority is also often silent. In its strength. True authority envelops those under it in love, nurturing and healing. Its occasional silence is one of presence, not absence, simultaneously gentle and strong. The words of this authority, stemming as they do from a wisdom born of patience and love, are powerful, their guiding power enduring after speech has faded. The words of authority reverberate and take root in this silence, giving life.

Photo: This is Pavlo Konenko, my wife’s great-granfather. Born in the western Ukrainian town of Vikno in the 1880’s, he became the beloved schoolmaster of the village of Korszylowka, which in the early 1900’s was part of the Austrian empire. He was known, among other things, for his gentle love, and his teaching the people how to graft and cultivate apple trees. After the First World War Ukraine enjoyed a brief period of independence. At the approach of the Second World War Poland asserted control over western Ukraine. Authorities visited Pavlo and handing him an unsigned petition commanded him to produce signatures from his villagers requesting to be taught in Polish. But the villagers did not want to be taught in Polish, and so Pavlo would not comply. As a result, he was sent to a concentration camp in Byelorussia, also under Polish rule. After his release, Pavlo never fully recovered, and he died in 1944. Polish rule having been followed by Nazi rule and then finally Russian reinvasion, Pavlo’s daughter Myroslawa and son-in-law Bohdan, with their two young daughters, were able to avoid the approaching communists by leaving with the Germans, ending up in Salzburg. Later Salzburg was liberated by the Americans, and Myroslawa and Bohdan had the opportunity to emigrate to America. Early in the 2000’s Myroslava and Bohdan’s grandson Alexander returned to what was Korszylowka. There he found that the people still hold dear the memory of their beloved schoolmaster Pavlo, four generations later.
Vichnaya pamyat. May his memory be eternal.

Originally posted at Bacon from Acorns.

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John A. Cuddeback is a professor and chairman of the Philosophy Department at Christendom College in Front Royal, Virginia, where he has taught since 1995. He received a Ph.D. in Philosophy from The Catholic University of America under the direction of F. Russell Hittinger. He has lectured on various topics including virtue, culture, natural law, friendship, and household. His book Friendship: The Art of Happiness was republished in 2010 as True Friendship: Where Virtue Becomes Happiness. His writings have appeared in Nova et Vetera, The Thomist, and The Review of Metaphysics, as well as in several volumes published by the American Maritain Association. Though raised in what he calls an ‘archetypical suburb,’ Columbia, Maryland, he and his wife Sofia consider themselves blessed to be raising their six children in the shadow of the Blue Ridge on the banks of the Shenandoah. At the material center of their homesteading projects are heritage breed pigs, which like the pigs of Eumaeus are fattened on acorns, yielding a bacon that too few people ever enjoy. His website dedicated to the philosophy of family and household is baconfromacorns.com.

2 COMMENTS

  1. Timothy Snyder wrote a book in which he gave accurate counts of the numbers of lives destroyed in the conflicts at that time in that part of the world. Those numbers are good to have, but even more important are the individual stories like this one. Thank you.

    Since this forum is about “place” (among other things) I took the liberty of finding and marking the places you mentioned on a google map. The one seems to be a sure match, anyway. For the past year or so I’ve been thinking about a bike ride in that part of the world — part of a ride that would include Odessa. If it ever came about and if I stopped in either of those places you mentioned I’d be sure to take a photo or two. It’s an honor to be able to tread (carefully) in the places of other families’ memories. Thank you again for telling us.

  2. John,
    Thank you so much for your comment, and for the map. You definitely found the key town of Korszylovka; following your lead I looked and, interestingly, found another Vikno nearby, and I am not sure which is the right one. But Korszylovka is where the memory lives on. Pavlo’s daughter Myroslawa went to Gymnasium in the nearby city of Ternopil.
    Your attention to place is very moving; and western Ukraine is a very fitting subject for such attention. Thanks again.

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