The Best Ukrainian Story Ever (Well, At Least My Favorite)

Ukraine, Feb. 24, 2022

Ukrainians are much on our minds right now, with the Last World War apparently beginning in their country. North Dakota has a smattering of them. I’m going to tell you the best Ukrainian story ever, but first a little background.

Where I grew up in Hettinger, in extreme southwest North Dakota, there were no Ukrainians. We were Germans and Norwegians, with a smattering of Swedes. Hettinger was one of about a dozen towns in extreme southwest North Dakota settled by the railroad—the Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul and Pacific Railroad—in the first ten years of the 20th century, much later than most other parts of the state. U.S. Highway 12, the main road between Chicago and Seattle, followed the railroad across the country. The main difference between the two transportation corridors was that the highway generally went through the middle of each town, and the railroad tracks ran along the edge.

Merchants saw to it that the highway bisected the town, to lure automobile travelers to stop at their stores, restaurants, gas stations and hotels. I remember once North Dakota’s State Highway Department floated the idea of running Highway 12 around the north side of town, and the Chamber of Commerce successfully took up arms to stop that bad idea.

But keeping the railroad out on the edge of town led to the construction of grain elevators and kept the noisy trains and the truck traffic hauling grain to the elevators out of residential and business districts. And the livestock sales rings and hog barns were right beside them, keeping their unpleasant odors relegated to the edge of town.

Settlers to southwest North Dakota came by the trainload, one full of Norwegians, the next full of Germans, and on and on, giving each town and the farmers who shopped in it an ethnic identity. On the east side of my town, between Hettinger and Haynes, the farmers were Germans and milked cows and grew corn to feed them. West of town, between Hettinger and Bucyrus, they were Norwegians, and they grew wheat and raised cattle for beef.

In my high school graduating class there was not even a hint of an eastern European surname, but I had classmates named Davidson, Ellingson, Erickson, Evenson, Johnson, Kvanvig, Lundahl, Markegard, Olson, and Severson from west of town, and Schmaltz, Schmidt, Seifert, Schoeder, Wolf, Zimmerman, Nagel and Miller from east of town.

Even the town itself had a distinguishable ethnic division, with the German Catholics living and building their church north of Highway 12, and the Norwegian  Lutherans on the south side. There was much pinochle played on winter evenings on the north side of town, and much whist on the south side.

One thing is certain. No one in my high school class ever dated a Ukrainian, or even knew one, unless they had met someone at Boys State or Girls State or a state music or speech festival. We certainly never played any sports against any Ukrainians. I’m pretty sure there were no family names ending in “uk” or “iuk” or “enko” when I left Hettinger in 1965.

But there were plenty or Ukrainians not far away, fifty or so miles north of us, in Stark and Billings Counties. When I went away to college in Dickinson, and later lived there to work at The Dickinson Press, there were lots of names ending in “uk,” “yk,” and “iuk,” what linguists call “patronymic,” in other words, based on the given name of a father or other male ancestor, much like the “son” on the end of names of all those Norwegian classmates of mine.

Other name endings I discovered from my time in the Ukrainian country of western North Dakota were “enko,” “chuk,” “chak,” and “yshyn.” It was not unusual for me to write a Press story about people like Mike Olienyk, Agnes Palanuk or her son “Wild Bill” Palanuk, or one of the Charchenko or Baranko or Romanyshyn brothers. I had a landlord named Franchuk, and Zeke Lazorenko made the “Best Manhattans in the West” at the little Missouri Saloon. For a fun afternoon experience, you could wander around staring at the fascinating names on the tombstones at the cemetery at St. Demetrius Church north of Belfield.

They’re still out there, those Ukrainians. I learned how many a couple of years ago. Hence my favorite Ukrainian story.

Sometime in the last few years, the folks in Medora who run the Medora Musical nightly outdoor show from Memorial Day to Labor Day began giving their cast and crew a couple nights off each summer (they generally did 100 straight nights) and scheduled concerts in the Burning Hills Amphitheatre for the two nights the show was dark, bringing in bands and artists from all over the country.

One August night when my wife Lillian and her sisters were on a summer European vacation, I ventured west to hear a rock band fronted by a returning Belfield native, Brody Dolyniuk. Brody had moved to the West Coast after high school to pursue a musical career and had done pretty well. He was the lead singer and his band was a tribute band which did songs from Queen, The Who, Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, among others. They toured the country, fronting real symphony orchestras, in places like Philadelphia, Atlanta, New Orleans, Honolulu, Seattle, and Las Vegas. Brody had a really good gig going.

Brody Dolyniuk doing his tribute to Freddy Mercury from Queen

Now Brody Dolyniuk was coming home, without the orchestra, to show the folks back in western North Dakota what a kid from Belfield with a funny name to most other parts of the country could accomplish in the music world.  

            I’m an old rocker, and with a lineup of hard rock tributes like that, I went into the amphitheater fully expecting to be about the oldest person in a small crowd, for a rock show in the Bad Lands. But I was surprised to see a big crowd, probably a thousand people, and it looked like I was about median age. A pretty big and pretty old crowd for a hard rock band playing outdoors a hundred miles from anywhere, in the North Dakota Bad Lands.

The show was great. Brody and his band just rocked the place, and he was a great singer–his Freddy Mercury was as good as Freddy singing “Bohemian Rhapsody” with Queen, and the crowd went nuts over his rendition of Robert Plant’s “Stairway To Heaven.” And he’s put together a really good band as well. Really good. Click on those two links for a treat. To learn more about him, click on his Facebook page.

As the show neared an end, Brody engaged the audience, telling them how great it was for a kid (well, not so much a “kid” anymore—he’s well into his 40s) like him to come home, and sing for the home folks, because he had been raised just 15 miles down the road in Belfield.

And then he said he saw some folks he knew in the audience, and he said “Okay, everyone whose names end in K, stand up.” The crowd let out a roar and started clapping, and then, in an almost magical moment, more than half the audience rose to their feet, and puffed out their chests.

Brody Dolyniuk had come home, and a good chunk of the population of Belfield, and most of the farmers and ranchers in Billings County and western Stark County, had come to see him. People whose names, like Brody’s, ended in K. Second and third generation Americans whose grandparents, peasant farmers, had left the plains of eastern Europe for the plains of North America, where they could own land and preserve their culture in new communities.  

Yes, the word had spread. Brody’s coming home to sing for us. That explained all the boots and bib overalls and straw hats in the oldest crowd ever to see a rock concert in North Dakota. 

“Everyone whose names end in K.” What a great observation. Loyal Ukrainians. I wonder how long he had been waiting to say that. I’m not sure Pink Floyd would go over very big up at St. Demetrius Church, but I bet they’d like Led Zeppelin’s  “Stairway To Heaven.”

And I’m pretty sure they’re praying this week up at St. Demetrius for their fellow Ukrainians back in their home country. We should be too. You think I was kidding when I called it the “Last World War?”

12 thoughts on “The Best Ukrainian Story Ever (Well, At Least My Favorite)

  1. That was nice!

    On Thu, Feb 24, 2022 at 10:57 AM The Prairie Blog wrote:

    > Jim Fuglie posted: ” Ukraine, Feb. 24, 2022 Ukrainians are much on our > minds right now, with the Last World War apparently beginning in their > country. North Dakota has a smattering of them. I’m going to tell you the > best Ukrainian story ever, but first a little background” >

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  2. Great story, Jim. My thoughts have been with the people of Ukraine a great deal lately .

    Both sides of my family settled in Stark County, late 1800s, early 1900s. My dad’s parents were both of Germans from Russia origin. My grandma was born near Odessa when it was in Russia and emigrated to the U.S. when she was just 2 years old. Grandpa was born here, and they farmed and raised cattle in two locations in Stark County, south of Belfied and north of Dickinson.

    As it sometimes happens, things have gone relatively full circle with my family. My adult son, who studied German and linguistics in college, lives in Germany with his wife and their two daughters. I live in Wisconsin, 100 miles from where my maternal grandpa lived before he headed west as a young man to live the rest of his life in Stark County.
    Some locations are embedded in our DNA, I believe.

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  3. Jim,

    Since you are an old rocker and really liked the Memorial Day Medora Musical festival bands, then come to Russia and enjoy “Victory Day Red Alert Soviet March”.

    After all what is best in life? Crush the enemy and see them flee before you.

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  4. I am from Belfield, ND, living in Wyoming. Many Ukrainian memories in our family as well. I have been fortunate enough to have attended a few of your concerts in St. George, Utah. Truly enjoyed!! Spectacular music!! Always worth the trip!! Thank you!!

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  5. I am Steve dolyniuk, Brodys father. I moved back to Belfield this past summer. Last lived in Florence Oregon, but when my wife passed away October 2020 I decided to come back home. Proud to be a Ukrainian, & proud of my Son, Brody !!

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  6. I recently read somewhere that meth was invented by the Nazis to keep their soldiers stoked up. Can’t remember where I read it but seemed credible to me.

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  7. What a neat story, so glad I stumbled across it. I live in OR now but am Chicago born and raised, was very involved in the Ukie community there while growing up (parents came to the US when young after WWII). I’m heading back to the midwest this summer to do Ragbrai, driving instead of flying, figured I’d check out some cool places along the way, started reading about the Ukrainian communities in ND, and, well, here I am.

    Do you know anything about the former town of Ukraina (or Ukrainia) in ND? I’ve read that there’s just a cemetery there now, but I can’t find info even on that.

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