White Field, Black Sheep: A Lithuanian-American Life

Hardcover | November 1, 2010

byDaiva Markelis

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Her parents never really explained what a D.P. was. Years later Daiva Markelis learned that “displaced person” was the designation bestowed upon European refugees like her mom and dad who fled communist Lithuania after the war. Growing up in the Chicago suburb of Cicero, though, Markelis had only heard the name T.P., since her folks pronounced the D as a T: “In first grade we had learned about the Plains Indians, who had lived in tent-like dwellings made of wood and buffalo skin called teepees. In my childish confusion, I thought that perhaps my parents weren’t Lithuanian at all, but Cherokee. I went around telling people that I was the child of teepees.” So begins this touching and affectionate memoir about growing up as a daughter of Lithuanian immigrants. 

Markelis was raised during the 1960s and 1970s in a household where Lithuanian was the first language. White Field, Black Sheep derives much of its charm from this collision of old world and new: a tough but cultured generation that can’t quite understand the ways of America and a younger one weaned on Barbie dolls and The Brady Bunch, Hostess cupcakes and comic books, The Monkees and Captain Kangaroo. Throughout, Markelis recalls the amusing contortions of language and identity that animated her childhood. She also humorously recollects the touchstones of her youth, from her First Communion to her first game of Twister. Ultimately, she revisits the troubles that surfaced in the wake of her assimilation into American culture: the constricting expectations of her family and community, her problems with alcoholism and depression, and her sometimes contentious but always loving relationship with her mother.

Deftly recreating the emotional world of adolescence, but overlaying it with the hard-won understanding of adulthood, White Field, Black Sheep is a poignant and moving memoir—a lively tale of this Lithuanian-American life.

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Her parents never really explained what a D.P. was. Years later Daiva Markelis learned that “displaced person” was the designation bestowed upon European refugees like her mom and dad who fled communist Lithuania after the war. Growing up in the Chicago suburb of Cicero, though, Markelis had only heard the name T.P., since her folks pr...

Daiva Markelis is associate professor of English at Eastern Illinois University. Her writings have appeared in the Chicago Tribune Magazine, Chicago Reader, and American Literary Review, among others.             
Format:HardcoverDimensions:216 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.7 inPublished:November 1, 2010Publisher:University Of Chicago PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0226505308

ISBN - 13:9780226505305

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Table of Contents

I Was the Child of Teepees
White Field
The Sin also Known as Disappear
During the Reign of Vytautas the Great
Mongrel Tongue
Journey to Lithuania
Water Reflections
Visiting Joe Semite
We Are Always Very Prepared
In the Kitchen
Chicago
Looking Homeward
Cicero
Waiting Tables
The Lithuanian Dictionary of Depression
Black Sheep
The Alphabet of Silence
Unfinished Symphony
Black Marija
Dreaming Trees
The Lithuanian Book of the Dead

Acknowledgments

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“I read this wonderful memoir in one sitting, feeling simultaneously the grit of Chicago, the melancholy of immigrant displacement, and the joy and confusion of childhood and youth remembered. Markelis has a great eye for detail, and she brings the past to life without romanticizing it. One part Stuart Dybek, one part Czesław Miłosz, and one part Gilligan’s Island, White Field, Black Sheep is a life story from a neighborhood that hasn’t been seen in American literature since Upton Sinclair depicted its rougher ancestor in The Jungle.”—Antanas Sileika