My Doll

(Aunty Caroline told this story at church as a children’s story).

How many of you have a doll to play with?

Of course you probably have more than one.

There was a little girl I know who never had a doll when she was young.  She had many sisters and two brothers, and she had a lot of fun playing.  Just pretending—or shall I call it role playing.

She would be the mother, her brother would be the father, and since she had no doll, she would go to the woodpile and pick out a split wood block, paint a face on it, wrap it in a blanket (just a piece of scrap cloth) and that would be her baby.

One Christmas, someone gave her family a care package and in it was a doll, with eyes that could open and close, and the doll could even cry.

Oh, how she loved that doll!  She was about 3 years old.  She carried that doll around and played with it all day.  She completely ignored her older brother.

Well, he didn’t like that at all.  And one day he did something very mean.  He took her dolly away from her, put the doll on the chopping block, and with one swing of the axe, he chopped her head off, tossed her aside, and said, “See, it’s not alive—even a chicken jumps around when its head is cut off”.

Well I cried for that doll for a long long time. I never did have another doll.

Sometimes boys and girls do mean things to their brothers and sisters.

Usually you forget childhood incidents like this, but when I was in Grade 1 or 2, I learned this poem (The Lost Doll by Charles Kingsley).

Once I had a little doll dears, the most beautiful doll in the world,

Her eyes were blue as the skies dear,

And her hair was most beautifully curled.

But I lost my poor little doll dears

As I played on the health one day,

And I cried for her more than a year dears

But I never could find where she lay.

Oh, I found my poor little doll dears

As I played on the heath one day.

Folks say she is terribly changed dears

For her paint was all washed away.

With her arms trodden off by the cows dears,

And her hair not the least bit curled.

But to me she is still dears,

The most beautiful doll in the world.

Many many years went by.  I married and had four children and one day my niece, Janice, told me she was having a 70th birthday party for her Dad, my brother, John. And she wanted me to give a tribute to my brother.

As I was recalling all of the wonderful things my brother had done, this incident came to mind (isn’t our brain a wonderful computer?).  I mentioned the doll incident in my talk.

He too remembered this incident and the following year, while we were all camping at a lake, he presented me with this new doll and a note that said, “Dear Sister: For all those years of anguish and sorrow, I am truly sorry.”

Boys and girls, be kind to your younger brothers and sisters.

Caroline Melnechuk Kiehlbauch

Daughter of Mike and Catherine Melnechuk


“Forever-People”: Melnechuk Family

Melnechuk Family Reunion 2017

There’s something truly amazing about being a member of the Melnechuk family. If I had to describe it, I might use words like comfort, security, acceptance, and shared fun. As a child it was comforting to look around a table of 30 or 40 people at Thanksgiving or Christmas and know they were all related to me. My child’s mind felt secure knowing these people were more than neighbors or friends. They were forever-people—they were family.

My parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins have always been bound together by blood and love, not by the temporary feelings of today. I remember those temporary feelings–older cousins talking behind closed doors or aunts reverting to the Ukrainian language in mid-sentence to keep children from hearing too much detail.  Somehow those things didn’t shake my sense of family security because underneath the perceived rejection of the moment was a firmer truth. We were family.

That security has proven true in my adulthood as well. Our family isn’t perfect. In fact, we’re not even very much alike. We’re an astounding array of individuals who for some unexplainable reason manage to connect and find joy in that connection. We text, we connect on social media, we even phone each other for the simple joy of hearing another cousin’s voice. We have reunions that range from 70-120 people and manage to end them with a desire to do it again. That’s because at our reunions, which include Canada vs USA baseball games and stories around the campfires and hilarious skits in the evening, those deep feelings of security, connection, and shared fun rise to the surface and burst out in laughter. For one long weekend every few years, we’re not hard-working stressed-out individuals. We’re Melnechuks feeling secure with each other, playing and laughing together.

Turns out, there’s family history behind our desire for Melnechuk connection and shared fun. According to my mother and many of my aunts, our grandparents—the patriarch and matriarch of this big family—believed in deep family connection and shared play. They were Ukrainian settlers in the harsh frontiers provinces of Canada. They started their married life in Saskatchewan as a 14-year-old woman and a 24-year-old man. In just over two decades, they had moved twice, had eleven children (loosing one in infancy), and were working a plot of land in Alberta. Hard work began to pay off. By the time my mother (the youngest child) was old enough to remember, there was hard work on the farm but also a full day of rest every week and regular family baseball games on summer evenings. They worked together, worshipped together, and played together. That created a bond within the siblings that extended far into adulthood and carried into the lives of their children and grandchildren. In adulthood, the ten siblings sought each other out for Saturday night fun and shared vacations. They helped each other build and renovate houses, and they planned annual trips to the lake to fish. They enjoyed getting together as families. They didn’t do it because it was expected or demanded. They did it because it was fun.

To my grandparents, Mike and Catherine, family was the center, the core, the stake in the ground. Their beliefs about the centricity of family provided a sense of security and connection that continues to this day. Family was and still is the place my cousins and I return to for support, love, acceptance, and shared fun.

As Melnechuks, we know whether we’re nine or ninety, struggling to make ends meet or succeeding in our career, running freely or confined a wheelchair, fully engaged in each conversation or struggling to understand, each of us are always and forever an integral part of the family. There’s a place for us at every table, at every reunion, and in every heart.

Jenell Eli Hollett

Daughter of Ruth (Melnechuk) and John Carl, Jr.

February 2018


Check out a YouTube video created by Ashley Bell in 2010 which celebrates the Melnechuk family and honors those who have left us a rich legacy of family memories.

Beannacht (Blessing) by John O’Donohue

Beannacht by John O’Donohue

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

John O’Donohue was an Irish poet, theologian, and philosopher.  He wrote this blessing for his mother following the death of his father.

Check out a YouTube video created by Ashley (Bell) Matus in 2010 which celebrates the Melnechuk family and honors those who have left us a rich legacy of family memories.

Janice Melenchuk Bell

Daughter of John Melenchuk and Violet (Luchak) Melenchuk

Granddaughter of Mike and Catherine Melnechuk



Who are you from? Twenty Questions

This blog post is an excerpt from a genealogy presentation developed by Janice M. Bell, daughter of John and Violet (Luchak) Melenchuk for the 2017 Melnechuk Family Reunion and presented on August 5, 2017 in Colorado. Thanks to Dr. Martha Driessnack, Oregon Health & Science University, USA, for sharing the “Do You Know Scale” (Duke, 2013) resource with me.

There is a growing body of research about family storytelling (Rollins, 2013). Family lore and storytelling influence our lives, our hearts, and even our cells! Children who know a lot about their family history report less depression and greater feelings of control and capability (Duke, Lazarus, & Fivush, 2008).

In particular, families who refine and retell a unifying narrative about the family’s positive moments and resilience during difficult times, produce children who consistently show more self-confidence and esteem.

Engaging in family storytelling can bring richness to family relationships and create connection to the past.

Here is a way to get started:  The Do You Know (DYK) Scale (Duke, 2013)

  1. Do you know how your parents met?
  2. Do you know where your mother grew up?
  3. Do you know where your father grew up?
  4. Do you know where some of your grandparents grew up?
  5. Do you know where some of your grandparents met?
  6. Do you know where your parents were married?
  7. Do you know what went on when you were being born?
  8. Do you know the source of your name?
  9. Do you know some things about what happened when your brothers or sisters were being born?
  10. Do you know which person in your family you most look like?
  11. Do you know which person in your family you most act like?
  12. Do you know some of the illnesses and injuries that your parents experienced when they were younger?
  13. Do you know some of the lessons that your parents learned from good or bad experiences?
  14. Do you know some things that happened to your mom or dad when they were in school?
  15. Do you know the national background of your family (such as English, German, Russian, etc.)?
  16. Do you know some of the jobs that your parents had when they were young?
  17. Do you know some awards that your parents received when they were young?
  18. Do you know the names of the schools that your mom went to?
  19. Do you know the names of the schools that your dad went to?
  20. Do you know about a relative whose face “froze” in a grumpy position because he or she did not smile enough?


Duke, M. P. (2013, March 23). The stories that bind us: What are the twenty questions? [Web log post]. Retrieved from

Duke, M. P., Lazarus, A., & Fivush, R. (2008). Knowledge of family history as a clinically useful index of psychological wellbeing and prognosis: A brief report. Psychotherapy: Theory, Research, Practice, Training, 45, 268-272. doi: 10.1037/0033-3204.45.2.268

Feiler, B. (2013, March 15). The stories that bind us. The New York Times. p. ST1. Retrieved from

Hanssen, L. M., Schutte, N. S., Malouff, J. M., & Epel, E.S. (2017). The relationship between childhood psychosocial stressor level and telomere length: A meta-analysis. Health Psychology Research, 5, 6378. doi: 10.4081/hpr.2017.6378

Rollins, J. A. (2013). The power of family history [Editorial]. Pediatric Nursing, 39(3), 113-114.

If you have a chance to experiment with these Twenty Questions from the Do You Know (DYK) Scale and wish to share your experience of using these questions with your family through a blogpost or podcast on this website, please contact me.

Check out a YouTube video created by Ashley (Bell) Matus in 2010 which celebrates the Melnechuk family and honors those who have left us a rich legacy of memories.

Janice Melenchuk Bell

Daughter of John Melenchuk and Violet (Luchak) Melenchuk

Granddaughter of Mike and Catherine Melnechuk















Blog: Family Writing Project

Welcome to the Melnechuk Family website!

“I make a prayer now to your old ones, to those whose face you never saw and voice you never heard and name you haven’t known, that they remember you while you try to find them … that they come at the proper time to gather you in, that they whisper to you the truth that you haven’t been alone, and won’t be…”
~Stephen Jenkinson

I would like to invite you to the “Melnechuk Family Writing Project”.

This family writing project will consist of guest blogs about a family story or special memory (photos can be included). Please contact me if you would like to contribute to this Family Writing Project.

Ideas for legacy writing: The urge to preserve

What is legacy writing and how to get started

Janice Melenchuk Bell

Daughter of John Melenchuk and Violet (Luchak) Melenchuk

Granddaughter of Mike and Catherine Melnechuk


I Am From…

Mike and Katherine Melnechuk: Family of Origin, 1969

I am from Violet and John, Mary and Nickolai, Katherine and Mike.

From the northeastern Alberta prairie and northern lights, from snowbanks and crocuses, from stooks of grain and ferry boats on the North Saskatchewan.

I am from perogies and sour cream eaters, nalysneki eaters, holoptsi and dill pickle eaters.

I am from the alphabet kids, cousins by the dozens, Baba’s garden, and skating rinks.

I am from church socials, Ukrainian language, MV meetings, and wooden church pews.

From farmers, nurses, teachers, and an optometrist who dreamed of a better life for their children.

I am from resilience, pride, hard work, getting an education, and community leadership.

I am from “You can’t please all of the people all of the time”, and “a lady doesn’t chew gum”, and “bring slacks and cards” and “figusmuckum”!

I am from no-dancing-or-smoking-or drinking SDA’s, but Make a Million was okay except on Sabbath, from “Day is Dying in the West” and campmeetings, and Saturday night volleyball, from northern lakes, green canvas tents on rainy afternoons, and jack fish for every meal.

I am from Christmas packages from Vancouver, a 1957 turquoise Oldsmobile, bomb shelters, paper dolls, red crinolines, and “Sue Barton, Student Nurse”.

From coyotes, red-winged blackbirds, gophers, and baby ducklings.

I am from station wagons, summer trips to Vancouver, fish and chips at Second Beach, low benches around big tables and much laughter, from Noxema, four leaf clovers, a bag of candy for 5 cents, and kolbasa sandwiches.

My own life unfolding against a cast of strong matriarchs who were the shakers and movers and connectors.

Janice Melenchuk Bell

Daughter of John and Violet (Luchak) Melenchuk


You can write your customized version of your own history/lineage using the format suggested by Mary Pipher (see below).

Format adapted from: Mary Pipher (2006). Writing to change the world. New York, NY: Riverbed Books.

Check out a YouTube video created by Ashley (Bell) Matus in 2010 which celebrates the Melnechuk family and honors those who have left us a rich legacy of memories.