An Untold Life: Victor Okinczyc
By Maggie Nicholson
Victor Okinczyc swung his leg over the top of the horse. He studied the road with quick, brown eyes. Victor and his brother Henryk often rode their horses into the town of Stolpce to run errands for the family. They lived with their parents Anthony and Sabina on a landed estate in Eastern Poland. Sabina was an entertainer. She wore jewelry and had swards of relatives and friends over.
Victor and Henryk were close as boys. “Damn my brother,” Victor grumbled later in life. “He did well in school without even trying.” Henryk came home from parties and shed his suits, leaving them strewn in patches across the hardwood floor. Victor was his shadow, stooping to bunch the fabric in his arms. He hung and swept the suits flat with his hands.
Victor attended an industry high school in Poland, a milling faculty. The town Stolpce ran along the Niemen River. The river was used to transport lumber. It is believed that the name of the town comes from the Russian word ‘stolb,’ meaning pole. In Stolpce there is a marshy spot along the river where men tethered their barges and lumber floats to sleep overnight.