Sunday, November 24, 2013

An Arranged Marriage

when I think of arranged marriages I think of Tzeitel and Lazar Wolf and how the family wiggled out of that one 

That sounds so quaint--"an arranged marriage."   It  conjures up images of lace-bedecked veiled brides meeting their husbands for the first time at the altar.  What a priceless experience to have been a fly on the wall on those occasions.  Would the bride's expression on seeing her husband for the first time have been:

relief?  (he's dreamily handsome and/or prosperous)
revulsion? (the local skirt-chasing seducer)
dismay and disgust? (weighs 300 pounds and/or intolerable BO)
terror?  (previous wives died in mysterious unexplained circumstances)
despair? (a passel of motherless children)
crushed and crestfallen? (50 years old)

In my family "an arranged marriage" was a reality only 2 generations back.  My own Grandmother, my Baba, was given away by her brother to my Grandpa, an immigrant Pennsylvania coal miner.  Here are the earliest photos we have of them, from about 1918.  They were married in 1912 but lacked money for a wedding photo.

John Bubnash
Suzanna Csornej-Maczko

Baba was not put off by her prospective husband.  She had seen him around her home village in Eastern Europe.  He was  handsome, 5 years older, and earning about what could be expected for a young 20s uneducated Slavic immigrant.  Baba did not want to marry.  She was barely 16; in the old country she wouldn't have married until age 19 or 20.  She had been in the US for only 6 months.  She worked a menial job and loved the power.  But her brother Michael was responsible for her, and had his own family to support.   When Grandpa approached Michael to ask if he could marry Michael's sister, Michael gave consent and made arrangements, and there was not a thing in the world Baba could do about it.  In Michael's defense, he was simply carrying on an old-country tradition.  He knew of John from home and that he was a decent fellow.

The wedding occurred July 20 1912 at the Byzantine Catholic Church in Clairton Pennsylvania.  Rocky bleak times plagued this family: frequent moves as mines closed and workers were laid off, poverty, strikes, drinking, the death of a child, my Grandpa's peevish ways, overloaded lives when they ran a farm when Grandpa still worked a full shift at the mine, black lung, and the worst, Grandpa's crippling accident at Colonial #3 mine at Rowes Run Pennsylvania.  That was the last day he ever worked as a miner.  He was hospitalized for nearly a year, and paralyzed for good.

For the next 15 years Baba took care of her almost home-bound, almost helpless husband.  The strenuous daily work took its toll, and it never got easier.  Grandpa's health further declined when cancer took over his life.  He died in 1966, 54 years into their arranged marriage.

Almost 30 years  later I sat in Baba's kitchen, my cassette recorder running, asking questions about her childhood in the old country, and her experiences as a immigrant with a large family during the Depression and 2 world wars.  In a very matter-of-fact tone she related the hardships of her life, and then focused on the intense and tedious care of my Grandpa in the years of his disability leading to his death.  

After a lengthy pause she said, "Oh, how I miss him . . . "



2 comments:

  1. Even though I already knew this story, this was really interesting to read!

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  2. This is a beautiful read, Suzanne. While the thought of an arranged marriage is pretty much unheard of these days, I'm so very touched at the thought that despite what they had gone through, your grandmother loved your grandfather unconditionally. Thank you for sharing!

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