This is true love story
AN AMERICAN CAME TO LJUBOJNO MACEDONIA AND MADE IT HER MOTHER COUNTRY
In 1918 Maria Hubert from Columbus Ohio USA married a young "Pechalbar" (migratory worker) - baker Stojan from Prespa region, and both went to LJUBOJNO. She gave birth to six children and she never returned to her home country again.
The human destiny is unpredictable. For Maria the only daughter of Mini and Albert Hubert from Columbus Ohio (USA), it meant she would spend here whole life in a village in the Prespa region called LJUBOJNO. Maria had never even heard of a country called Macedonia and not even a slight foresight that she will go somewhere very far, she met a young migratory worker (Pecalbari) Stojan Jankulovski, who worked as a baker in the same town she lived in. They soon married and a year later in 1920 boarded a ship to Macedonia. From then on Maria never again returned to her home city.
Before departure, she says everyone in America was telling me not to go. But Stojan and I love each other and I didn't care where I go!
So who is actually Maria?
I was born in 1901 Columbus Ohio USA
I lived in America up until I turned 18 years old. I don't remember my father, he passed away when I was a baby and I don't remember much of my mother either, who remarried.
My grandmother and grandfather Jim (a veterinary doctor) raised me and educated me. I completed high school and then got married to Stojan Jankulovski from LJUBOJNO, who was a migratory worker (Pecalbar) I was only 17 years old and he was eight years my senior. It was LOVE at first sight.
Stojan owned a bakery, his business was booming and he needed more employees. During the first twenty years of the century, it was quite difficult to land a job, even for American's so I applied for the job - a sales assistant. While I was successful on getting the job, I found my future husband. We got engaged three days after we first met. A year later we had our son Petre and a year and half later Stojan decided to go back to his home country.
It was summer August we travelled from Bitola on horse carriage to Ljubojno and getting closer and closer to the village, my heart was beating faster and faster, but I didn't get the feeling that I was arriving home. The whole village gathered to see me I was young and wearing city (modern) clothing, totally different from the other women and young ladies from Ljubojno. Many years had to go by before I realised that after all, this is my true and only home
The village life was tough. There was a lot of work. I remember, two days after my arrival from America they took me to the field to harvest and then to the barn. It was hard then but over time I got used to it. My mother-in-law tought me how to weave, make tapestry and sew - all by hand. I even learned all traditions, I hosted all of the religious and village events. The women let me be "rednica" (next in line) - all women get a turn to look after the house, to cook food, to make bread, to greet the men when they come back, to feed the livestock and take care of all housework.
Years went by ... I learned this beautiful language I was accepted by the community and they no longer called me the American and simply referred to me as Stojanica (Stojan's wife). I taught the local kids English language and I also learned how to write and read Cyrillic. Stojan and I got along great and we had baby girl. Then Stojan went back to "Pechalbar " (migratory worker) he went to work in Mexico and stayed there for 3 years.
After the passing of Stojan in 1983 my kids were calling me to live with them, Jane, Luba and Sofija are in Australia, Argentina and America. But I am not going, this is my homeland. Macedonia is where I birthed and raised Goce, Lazar, Jane, Ljuba, Sofija and Vasa. I have 12 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren. This where their roots are. I live for them I don't have anything in America, nothing I would long for or to be sad about. Stojan and I had beautiful and happy years together.
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