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Art was an end, and this was his means.įor two years, Maydanyk taught in a series of one-room schoolhouses across the province, mostly in Olha and Oakburn, where many Ukrainians settled. Within a few months of his arrival in the new country, Maydanyk enrolled at Brandon’s Ruthenian Training School. More opportunity: the province, which had experienced an influx of Ukrainians numbering in the thousands, needed educators who could speak their language and teach them the one they needed to learn to assimilate. Until his late 80s, Maydanyk continued to run the church goods store, and to make art in his studio above it. But the money was not as quick as he’d have liked, and the labour was not the kind for which he was best-suited: Maydanyk’s greatest attribute was not brawn it was the other thing. His studies abroad had put his family into debt, and hearing tell of a booming city way out west with land - better yet, cheap land - to spare, Maydanyk decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Despite his father’s belief that art was immoral, he dreamed of studying in Paris he came to Winnipeg instead. He was gifted, both intellectually and artistically, literate, multilingual, capable, competent, handsome and, despite his lack of financial influence, fortunate.Īs a teen, Yakiv - as his friends called him - managed to wrangle an apprenticeship in Rakszawa at a textile academy and became an understudy to a religious iconographer, using paint to illustrate bible text. His mother was illiterate but wanted her son to learn. Jacob Maydanyk was a poet, cartoonist, playwright, painter, iconographer and businessman. The son of a peasant farmer who tilled the soil of an Austrian landlord with little land to spare, Maydanyk was determined to do more instead of making the most of less. When he arrived in April 1911 to Manitoba from a country he called Ukraine but which the world did not, Maydanyk made no plans to stay long.
Even if wearing the same coveralls as everybody else, the thin man from Svydova with the goatee carried the aura of an outsider.
When the Ukrainian men working alongside him looked at him, they could sense he was different, not quite a prince and not quite a pauper. To the overseers of the extra gang, he was just another "Jack" working on the railroad for $1.35 per day.
If the Winnipeg Anglo-Saxon elite saw him at all, it was as a Ukrainian, nothing more. Jacob Maydanyk was never exactly like the others, no matter who the others were.
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