Every year my family and I make perogies for Easter. This tradition has been going on for more than four generations. My Meme always talks about when she was a little girl and would go to her grandmas house to help make perogies. Her grandmother moved to Staten Island in 1918 where I grew up. Her grandmother only spoke Ukrainian. She would say the kitchen was always  filled with flour and it felt like 100 perogies on the table at a time. It always smelt so good in the her house on Staten Island. The tradition continued with my GG and my great aunt Fran.
My mom would always hear the stories about this tradition, so she decided to continue this tradition with our family. We started making homemade perogies when I was five years old and we have done it every year since then. My little brother and sister are now old enough to help and we all enjoy it. I hope to continue this tradition as I grow up and also when I eventually have a family of my own.

– GW

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more