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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Besides What "Momma" Mentioned Re Naming Reilly Before...

"Momma" wanted a cat.

"No..."

"Momma" then wanted a Golden (really, a Labrador) Retriever named "Bernie".

"No...a small dog..."

Then "Momma" wanted a French bulldog.

"No...". "Mom-Mom" wanted "Momma" to get a mixed-breed dog.

Momma still wanted a boy dog named "Bernie".

"No...a girl dog..."

After researching and considering breeds, "Momma" decided on a Maltipoo; and "Momma" and "Mom-Mom" reached an agreement on naming the puppy "Reilly Rosalita" for a friend's recently-deceased "Reilly" and Rosalita McCoy Reilly, and Rosa's daughter Alice Reilly Allen.

The rest is history—as "Momma" wrote down thanks to one particular person and other people whom inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly and other subjects.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Offbeat: On One Person Whom Particularly Inspired "Momma" To Write About Reilly—And Whom Is Anonymous For Right Now

Out of the people whom inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly, one in particular will always stand out to "Momma" and have a special place in her heart—no matter what, since especially that person inspired her to begin becoming a full-time author. In fact, as "Momma" recalls, she wrote and sent Reilly's first real full biography to the particular person—whom she thinks about every day, and about whom she's told Reilly.

When Reilly first came home, "Momma" wrote a biography on Reilly—though that biography was nothing like this biography:

Part One of A Short Biography Of My Puppy, Reilly Rosalita

I own a very-unique Maltipoo puppy—"Reilly Rosalita" by name, and "Reilly" by nickname (along with other nicknames). Born on March 25, 2014, Reilly was fittingly named after my Irish-American great-grandmother—she was, after all, born only a week and a day after a favorite holiday of my great-grandmother, Alice Allen nee Reilly. She was, meanwhile, given the first name of Nana Allen's mother—Rosalita "Rosa" Reilly—as her middle name.

With Reilly's unique name comes her unique personality—a sweet, firey, JIrish personality (with the "JIrish" part coming from her Jewish-Irish "Momma"—me—and perhaps from her "Momma"'s great-great-grandmother Rosalita, who may have been a Patrilineal Portuguese Jew. Incidentally, this reminds me that I jokingly call Reilly a "Malti-Jew" and a "Matrilineal Poo".).
As for Reilly's looks, they come very much from her sire—a four-year-old Maltese named "Oobie-Wone"—and from whomever Reilly's dame—six-year-old Apple—inherited her recessive genes, which she passed down to Reilly. Much of Reilly's personality also comes from "Oobie-Wone"—a quiet one—and Apple—a, as Reilly puts it, "reclusive", "sweet", "good mother". Oddly enough, by the way, Apple reminds me of, with her coloring and demeanor, Nana Allen (of whom I've seen pictures and about whom I've heard quite a bit) and Nana Reilly (from whom, as I understand, Nana Allen inherited her own looks and demeanor. Perhaps like Apple, as a canine, doesn't and does, Nana Reilly, as a person, "didn't like children, and she kept her girls to herself"—after all, Apple keeps to herself and keeps her offspring close to her).


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Incidentally, "Momma" hopes and prays to reconnect with that person
—whom had and still has a huge impact on "Momma"'s life, and whom will hopefully meet Reilly—someday.










Sunday, September 4, 2016

A Biography Of A Living Saint As Written By Her "Momma": Saint Reilly Rosalita of Jerusalem, Order of the Companion Puppies

With Saint Teresa of Kolkota being canonized today, I figured that I'd write about a living saint whom could be canonized were she human and Roman Catholic: Saint Reilly Rosalita of Jerusalem, Order Of the Companion Puppies (I'd say "Order Of the Companion Dogs", though I have OCD and think that the Roman Catholic Church needs to correct "Order Of the Carmelite Discalced" as much as they need to correct "Sacred Theology Doctor" and other such unfortunate names of orders.).

Reilly fits the definition of an adult puppy (a dog) who's a companion to both humans and her fellow canines, even when the humans have unbelievable flaws and thorns in the flesh. But like all saints—and like all other creatures affected by the Fall—Reilly has her own flaws, although (like all animals) Reilly goes by instinct and not reason—and thus cannot intentionally sin (and Jesus' death on the cross covered unintentional sin. Besides, puppies—both baby puppies and adult puppiesare like human kids, whom like to test boundaries.). For example, Reilly will sometimes lead Camille into barking and eating mulch—and she'll otherwise bark when she's not supposed to bark (like right now as I type).

For all of Reilly's flaws, though, Reilly Rosalita of Jeusalem, O.C.P., is a living saint—and, God willing, Reilly (who, incidentally, came over for a scritch as I titled her biography) and I will make aliyah as soon as possible.


In the picture above, by the way, Reilly is tending to her cousin and best friend by cleaning her armpit.



Monday, August 22, 2016

An Upcoming Coffee-Table Picture Book Of Reilly & Camille Planned

"Momma"/"Auntie" Nicole plans to work on and somehow publish a coffee-table picture book that focuses on Reilly and Camille. After all, the pictures would have plenty of captions—not to mention other information, including anecdotes such as how jealous Reilly looked like she was trying to bite Camille's face (yesterday, as of August 22, 2016) and that Reilly barked a rabbit out of "Mom-Mom"'s garden (or probably further into it) today (as of August 22, 2016) and at a running-down-the-neighborhood Doberman—two times when she actually should have barked! 

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Working On Becoming An Official Author

Please see my previous posts that involve this subject, by the way (Within the one post is another post, which is a disclaimer.). Meanwhile, here's my author bio on my recently-set-up Author Central Amazon Page:

"Born on January 23, 1990—almost three months early!—Nicole Czarnecki was not expected to live—let alone walk, talk, or write if she did live. Overcoming many odds—including surviving a Category-Three brainbleed which effected her to have Cerebral Palsy—Czarnecki lived to walk, talk, and write (despite that she didn't walk until May 26, 1994—which God must've scheduled in order for her to walk on her maternal grandmother's 67th birthday, thus giving her grandmother a wonderful birthday gift!).

"Czarnecki was expected to be able to only type and not write, and she ironically ended up writing with her left hand and typing with only her pointer finger on each of her hands! She uses the computer—including the Internet—quite prolifically, thus typing quite well in spite of what limitations she has. In fact, she was discovered by Hadassa WordPress when she had blogged for the "Times Of Israel", on which she typed quite a few blog entries!

"Her blog entries consisted of information such as how she found out that she is Jewish—which took her 18.5 years and two days to find out!—and how her father and paternal grandparents, particularly her paternal grandfather, were unamused that she had found out her real birth heritage (So much for being born a Polish-Lithuanian and Czechoslovakian American, since Ashkenazi-and-Sefardi-Jewish-descended American is much more accurate!). Eventually, nonetheless, the "Times of Israel" told her that the TOI blogosphere was moving in another direction and ended her blog, although archives of the blog are available—which is why she was surprised when Hadassa WordPress' Elena Djima offered her the opportunity to publish a book with Hadassa WordPress.

"Czarnecki took the opportunity, since she had been praying for an opportunity to—for example—find a career and pay off her student loans by doing something that she loved to do. Besides, being on SSI benefits and almost $25K in student-loan debt made (and at the time of this writing, makes) her feel like a burden on the taxpayer and like she had (and has) wasted her time going to UMBC—since what was (and is) worth having a degree if all she was (and is) worth was (and is) a burden, waste, and stigma because of her disability and her mental illnesses?

"Meanwhile, her disability and mental illnesses are part of what inspired her to become an author and otherwise a writer—she wanted to use all that she had endured (including her disability and mental illnesses, and having her heritage from her) to write down—as she puts it—the real stories (from which her first book gets its title). She also wanted to use her creativity to write stories for which her life provided much fodder—as she wrote in her first book, "Because of the creativity that my father possesses and has often misused, I have said that my father could be a wonderful author of fiction. Little did I know that his misuse of his creativity stems from his feeling that he needed to hide the very things that he wished (and, I assume, still wishes) that God had not created to be in his life...In contrast to my father, I view my inheritance of yetziratiyut Yehudit as a way to both relay real stories and create stories that are inspired and/or informed by the stories which I can't and didn't make up". 

"Besides writing, Czarnecki participates in activities such as spending time with her fur daughter—a two-year-old Maltipoo named Reilly Rosalita, whom'll always remain the puppy of her "Momma"—and dogsitting her sister's Maltipoo, one-year-old Camille Dominique (whom is Reilly's twice-removed cousin through their common Poodle ancestors, the parents of Apple and great-grandparents of Apple's grandniece Tootsie—and the story of Apple, Reilly's mother, being the grandaunt of Tootsie, Camille's mother, are among the stories which she can't and didn't make up!).

"(Czarnecki is also in the process of getting her second book published.)"

Monday, January 6, 2014

Submission For Essay Contest As Sponsored By the Galilee Center for Studies in Jewish-Christian Relations

Jews, Christians, and Religious Persecution—and My Own Family
            My name is Nicole Victoria Czarnecki, and I am set to graduate with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Political Science. I am to be counted as having graduated in December of 2013, provided that I am able to pass a class which I had trouble completing over the semester. To make a long story short, I was recovering from surgery which I had in July, and my granddad died on the weekend before the exam for the class with which I had difficulty.
            Speaking of my granddad, I had found out the fact that he is the son of a pogrom survivor, about which he was not happy. That fact bothered him, and he hid it from me and his other grandchildren for years. He also changed his story from that we are somehow related to Stefan Czarniecki, to something along the lines of “If we had any Jewish blood, I don’t know about it.” He never outrightly admitted that we are Jewish, although he did have very-Jewish wishes for when he died. His obituary reads, in part:
“Visitation with the family will be held at Singleton's Funeral Home, 1 2nd Ave. SW, Glen Burnie, MD 21061 on Wednesday, December 18, 2013 from 3:00-5:00PM and 7:00-9:00PM. Services will be held on Thursday, December 19, 2013 at 11:00AM at Holy Trinity Catholic Church, 126 Dorsey Rd., Glen Burnie, MD 21061. Private Interment at Glen Haven Cemetery, Glen Burnie, MD. In lieu of flowers, the family has requested donations be made to either of the following organizations: NCEON, 305 5th Avenue SE, Glen Burnie, MD 20161, or H.O.P.E. for All, P.O. Box 1548, Glen Burnie, MD 21060…”
            As I remember, having a visitation was expressly against his wishes. In fact, as my Aunt Mary recalled to me, he had expressed that he wanted to either have a funeral without calling hours beforehand or be cremated. He did, however, get to keep his wishes of having tzedekah done in his name and being buried in a non-Catholic cemetery.
            The cremation wishes, meanwhile, probably come from the fact that his wife’s—my grandmother’s—cousins were murdered in Auschwitz, and he perhaps felt guilty about that. He also may have had cousins who were murdered in the Holocaust, as an e-mail from my granduncle Tony reads:
“In mid 1960's the Polish family asked the American family to deed the farm to them since the Americans would not be returning.  One hundred twenty nine (129) signatures were required from the American family members to complete the transfer, because under Polish law, all living survivors of Julian were an heir to the property.”
            Before the mid 1960s, our side of the family was not talking to the side of the family whom stayed in what eventually became Poland, Lithuania, Belarus, and Russia. In fact, they were quite angry at Great-Granddad Czarnecki’s parents, Julian John “Felix” and Alexandria Alice Andrulewicz Czarnecki, for being Anusim during the pogroms. For Alexandria’s family, however, being Anusi was nothing new. This is because some Andrulevičuses had become Anusim beforehand, and Alexandria’s branch was among the last of the Andrulevičuses to become such. In fact, some Andrulevičuses—the family of whom carried variants of “Andrulevičuses” such as “Andrulewicz”, “Andralowitz”, and “Andrulevich”—continued to identify as Jewish even while they remained Catholic.
            For example, Jacob L. Androlowicz, who served in World War Two, was counted among wounded Jewish soldiers. His wounded-soldier card reads as follows:

            He was buried in a Catholic cemetery when he died in 1974, and his gravestone reads “Jacob Androlowicz”. As for his cousin Alexandria’s family (Great-Granddad Czarnecki’s branch), they were among the Andrulevičuses who were not open about being Jewish, although they did observe some minhag v’nusach. For example, there was no “Mary” among Alexandria’s daughters—they were named Regina, Alexandria Alice, and Cecelia. In fact, the first “Mary” in Alexandria’s line was my aunt Mary, who was named for her grandmothers—Mary Trudnak Czarnecki (the daughter of Anusim Mihály “Michael” and Anna Amalia Munková “Anna Monka” Trudniak) and Marysia “Mary” Elizabeth Rusnak Gaydos (the daughter of Anusim András Stef “Andrew Stephen” and Juliana Foczková “Julia Fosko” Rusnak).
Given that the Andrulewicz, Czarnecki (originally “Czernecki”), Trudnak (originally “Trudnyak”), Monka (“Munka”), Rusnak (originally “Rusznak”), Fosko (originally “Foczko”), and other families of Alexandria’s grandson and in-law daughter (Joan Adele Czarnecki née Gaydos) were Anusim Ashkenazim, how they observed some minhag Sefardi surprised me. I suspected, therefore, that the Andrulewiczes et. al. had Sefardic heritage and were well aware of what their Sefardic ancestors suffered in Spain, Portugal, Italy, and Holland. I turned out to be correct, as my dad’s AncestryDNA autosomal DNA test shows that Dad has 1% Iberian Peninsular DNA:


In fact, my great-granddad Anthony Czarnecki was named for Anthony Claret of Spain when he was baptized. I suspected this—and was able to confirm my suspicion per Dad’s DNA results[1]—because, as I found out, Anthony Claret was born on October 24th, the same date (even though not in the same year) as the birthdate of my great-granddad.
As I mentioned beforehand, Great-Granddad Czarnecki was a pogrom survivor. He was born on October 24, 1904 in Cumań, Wołyn, Rusia (now Tsuman, Volyns’ka Oblast in the Ukraine). At the time, his mother was en route from or to visiting a cousin named Vil’gel’m Andrulevich. According to Hebcal.com and given Vil’gel’m lived in Buzhanka, Zvenigorodka uyezd (now Tsuman in the Ukraine’s Cherkas’ka Oblast), she was visiting Vil’gel’m to celebrate either HaRosh-HaChodesh Cheshvan 5665 (since she lived in Lipsk nad Bierbzą, Suwałki Gubernia with her husband, and she would not have been able to visit on the 1st of Cheshvan) or the 15th of Cheshvan (since Tanakh reads, “Blow the horn at the new moon, at the full moon for our feast-day.”[2]). Since she gave birth to her son on 15th Cheshvan, however, that she was visiting Vil’gelm to celebrate Rosh Chodesh seems more likely.
After all, the Andrulevičuses were originally Orthodox, and at least one branch—the Andrelewitzes—remained so throughout the 1900s. The Andrulevičuses were Litvakn Yidn who took Tanakh and Talmud seriously. In fact, one cousin—Rochla Andrelewtiz—identified herself as “Hebrew” and her dad as “Gitla Andrelewitz”. They had no aversion to identifying as Jewish or taking identifiably-Yiddish names.

Then came the times of Anti Semitism in the Russian Pale and the Congress of Poland. For Alexandria’s branch, the times were the era of the pogroms in and around Lipsk nad Biebrzą. As my granduncle Tony wrote:
“I don't know who came with the group to America.  It seems that there were only a few family members and friends.  These people mostly settled in NE PA.  Your Great Grandfather had a few cousins living within 50 miles of Wilkes-Barre…There were several "friends" in Sugar Notch and the area that would periodically return to Lisco Poland to visit family and mail was occasionally received by them from family in Poland.  One of the friends who lived in Sugar Notch would bring pictures of Great Grandpop's family to share with him.  Since he left at a young age, he didn't recognize anyone but as I recall they all had names of the people in the pictures on the back.
“The move from Poland was permanent.  There was never any talk of returning.  Not even for a visit…
“I never seen nor did anyone mention anything special brought from Poland.  A friend from Sugar Notch, Mrs. Bertha Wawrzyn, visited Poland every few years to see her family and would visit the family while there.  All she ever brought back were photos that she took of the Polish Czarnecki's…
“There was very little discussion of the Polish life and family.  Usually, when there was, it was a brief mention of the farm that was left behind.  There did not seem to be any regrets about leaving for a better life.  After all , they settled among Polish, Slavic, Hungarian, Lithuanian, and Ukrainian people just like themselves.  Similar language, similar customs, similar faces, houses, churches, etc.  But life was much better than on the farm.  They were quite happy in America and much better off.  The motherland, Poland, was far off and just a memory, not to be forgotten but no regrets for leaving either.
“Periodically a church pastor would run a heritage trip back to Poland for a group.  Very few of those who immigrated would return.  Occasionally someone "in the family" in America would join a relative for the return trip, Usually meeting the Polish or Slovak relatives for the first time and occasionally maintaining a letter writing relationship afterwards.  This DID NOT happen in our family… 
“Bertha's photos which came after the trips were the only contact until they asked for the deed to be changed in the mid 1960's.
“There was no special items from Poland that were kept by the family that I know of.  They came with little and acquired everything they had in America.  Over the years all traces of Poland disappeared.  They were now AMERICANS and wanted to be known as such…..”
            The more that I researched and talked to family members, the more that what happened became quite evident: the Andrulewiczes, Czerneckis, and other families (e.g., the families of Great-Granddad’s grandmothers—the Morgiewiczes and the Daniłowiczes) were very unhappy about their family members giving up their Jewish faith at the hands of Czar Nicholas the Second and the Polish and Russian Churches. Therefore, their son Julian and their daughter Alexandria left for Sugar Notch, Pennsylvania, and blended in there by pretending to be Polish-Lithuanian Catholics.
            This did not mean the end of trouble for Great-Granddad, though. In fact, his wanting to marry a Jewish Catholic—Mary Trudnak by name—extremely upset his mother, who did not believe in anything other than shidduch or marrying fellow Yidn. Marrying who she considered to be a meshumadah—since Great-Grandma, as I remember and as Aunt Mary told me, was a genuine Jewish Catholic—was Great-Granddad’s way of asking for trouble. In fact, as Great-Grandma told Aunt Mary, Great-Granddad’s and Great-Grandma’s doctor warned them to leave Great-Great-Grandma’s house before Great-Grandma could have a mental breakdown.
            Great-Great-Grandma died of nephritis on April 6, 1936, shortly before my granddad was born. Nonetheless, the damage had already been done, and Pop-Pop was not born into a stable family or raised in a stable household. In truth, Pop-Pop became just like his grandmother, whose son became just like her. My granduncle Tony even once quoted the following about my great-granddad, my granddad, and my dad: “Like father, like son.”
            In sum, the persecution that the Poles and Russians enacted against my paternal granddad’s dad and his family affected my granddad’s family to consider their Jewishness a dark secret, and a secret that—by becoming and being kept a secret—affected much of the dysfunction in our family. As HaShem warned through Moshe, “HaShem is slow to anger, and plenteous in lovingkindness, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and that will by no means clear the guilty; visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, upon the third and upon the fourth generation.”[3] This has certainly been the case in our family, and this has caused me to do what Great-Grandma wanted to do with Aunt Mary at the end of her 93 years—“talk about it”.
            I myself will never commit a chillul HaShem by hiding my Jewish heritage and perverting my Jewish heritage into a secret that will destroy my children and grandchildren. While I myself am a Jewish Christian and will never give up Yeshua (since I became a Christian long before I knew that I am Jewish, and I believe that being a Christian is fully compatible with being Jewish), I understand why my granddad was an Anusi up until his dying day. I also know that my dad, if he was honest with himself, would be Reform Jewish (much to the chagrin of his dad’s late paternal grandma).
            I can also see the effects of Polish and Russian Anti Semitism that was committed in the name of Yeshua, and know that HaShem would have this to see about the Poles and Russians who claimed to be Christians in order to hurt my family:
“And the L-rd said: Forasmuch as this people draw near, and with their mouth and with their lips do honour Me, but have removed their heart far from Me, and their fear of Me is a commandment of men learned by rote”.[4]


Works Cited
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Czarnecki, Anthony J., Jr. "RE: Family Research Project For School." Message to the author. Oct.-Nov. 2012. E-mail.
Czarnecki, Gregory M. "DNA Tests for Ethnicity & Genealogical DNA testing at AncestryDNA." DNA Tests for Ethnicity & Genealogical DNA testing at AncestryDNA. http://dna.ancestry.com/#/ethnicity/85CDAAEB-7A37-4BAF-8B86-86BA65C81CB2 (accessed January 6, 2014).
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[1] Which, according to Ancestry.com, could be updated. The screenshot results come from AncestryDNA Version 2.0..
[3] Numbers 14:18, JPS. Obtained via Jewish Virtual Library.
[4] Isaiah 29:13, JPS. Obtained via Jewish Virtual Library.