Every year until I was in high school, my family would make the twelve-hour drive to Buffalo, New York to visit my maternal grandparents, Tom and Janice (Zielinski) Kuznicki. We would stay for a week or two at a time, and my sister and I would beg my grandmother to tell us stories the entire visit; she’s always been a talented storyteller. Grandma had six aunts and uncles growing up, as well as too many cousins to count; with so many family members, she has a lot of stories to share. Our favorite stories, though, were always about Grandma’s adventures (and misadventures) with her cousin, Joyce.

Joyce Ann Bielecki was born on December 20, 1942 in Dunkirk, New York to Henry John Bielecki and Victoria Ruby Marczynski. Victoria was my grandmother’s aunt–my great-grandmother’s younger sister–and the two sisters had their daughters six months apart, one in June and one in December. Janice and Joyce, unsurprisingly, were inseparable from the start: the Zielinski and Bielecki families both lived on St. Hedwig’s Avenue; their children attended the same Catholic school in town; and they met up for church every Sunday morning, never missing a service. My grandmother tells stories of spending entire weekends at her cousin’s house, meeting up after school to wander the city and making mischief almost everywhere they went.
There’s the time Janice and Joyce cracked eggs on the hot summer sidewalk and ate them sunny side up, earning them a lecture from Janice’s mother; the time that the girls ate potato bugs from the bottom of a gasoline can in the Zielinski’s garage, earning them a lecture from Janice’s father; and the time that they sneaked into the local church at night and lit all of the devotional candles, earning them a lecture from one of the nuns. (Seeing a pattern here?) My grandmother and her cousin would tie bed sheets around their necks like Superman’s cape and jump off of the Zielinski’s backyard shed, and they’d follow Janice’s older brother around and tease him and his friends after school.


These stories always made my sister and I double over with laughter, but my favorite stories were about the ways my grandmother would stick up for her younger cousin. When the boys at school were teasing Joyce and throwing rocks at her, my grandmother marched to their houses, one-by-one, and threw rocks back, threatening to beat them up next time just to make her point. When Joyce fell in a puddle of mud and stained her white–and very expensive–Easter dress one year, my grandmother convinced her mother to help them scrub out all of the mud and to keep it a secret from Joyce’s parents. Janice loved her cousin very much; years later, she asked Joyce to be her matron of honor, and she became my mother’s and aunt’s godmother, too.
Joyce passed away on December 22, 2008 at the young age of 66, ten years ago this month. My grandmother misses her favorite cousin, for sure, and we’re lucky to have these stories to remember Joyce by. This week’s 52 Ancestors theme is “Naughty,” and, without-a-doubt, Joyce and Janice’s adventures (and misadventures) earned them a spot on the “Naughty List” over the years–I think there’s a story about one of them receiving coal in their stocking on Christmas morning, too. They stuck up for each other, though, when it was needed the most; maybe they weren’t entirely “naughty,” after all.
Hi Jamie. Interesting post! Just wanted to let you know that I live in Buffalo. I know vaguely where Hedwig Avenue is -Cheektowaga or right on the Buffalo Cheektowaga border, right?
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Thank you! I know exactly the street you’re talking about, and I’ve walked down that row of houses a couple of times when visiting my aunt (she lives in Buffalo now, too). The street my ancestors lived on was Saint Hedwigs, in a really small city called Dunkirk. Have you been there? Or out to Fredonia?
Thanks for reaching out–small world! My family lived in/around Buffalo for generations, but my sisters and I actually grew up in North Carolina. I’m always so excited when someone from Western New York finds the blog–I wish I’d grown up there, too (without the snow, of course!).
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Wonderful post Jamie! Janice and Joyce are the poster girls for friendship and family. What wonderful memories to share and thank you for sharing them with me. Noticed the multiple family names in the chorus picture too. May her memory be a blessing! (and I love the three J names laced together – I think you may’ve fit right in to make that friendship a threesome)
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I was wondering if anyone would catch the family names in the chorus photo! They’re all cousins and second cousins–practically everyone was related on St. Hedwig’s Avenue and McDonough Street back then.
Thank you for the kind words, as well, and I’m glad you liked the stories! Something tells me I would’ve been the boring, straight-laced one of the group (I am an elementary school teacher, after all–responsibility and not jumping off sheds for fun is kinda in the job description).
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I enjoyed those naught memories! Made me think of my mother and her best friend. I’ll have to have her remind me of them. I have written some stories of their shenanigans!
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Keep writing them down! They’re some of my favorite stories. Wish I’d written them down sooner!
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Many of them are on my posts titled Conversations with Mom. I felt she told me so many stories on our nightly talks that I needed to journal them. I have blogged those conversations now
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Oh wait, I’ve read a couple of those posts now! I’ll go back through and read the rest–I was looking for more reading material this week!
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There’s abt 47 of them. I’ve been journaling those conversations for a long time
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Janice and Joyce was naughty in the best possible way! I remember when my brother and I were little, we would be so shocked to learn that a grown up had been a naughty child. How could that be?!
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I know! And we started imitating them, of course, after hearing some of the stories—made our parents thrilled. 😂
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Perfect! 😁
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https://thatmomentintime-crissouli.blogspot.com/2018/12/friday-fossicking-14th-dec-2018.html
Thank you, Chris
Not often, I select two by the same writer in one week, but there is no way I could miss this one… this reminded me so much of my Dad’s brother and the mischief he used to get up to. Just need some time to write them all down.
Then of course, there was my Mum’s brother and Mum as well… and they did their best to make sure we didn’t do any of the things they did.
Thanks, Jamie, for an absolutely wonderful story.. I suspect that there is enough for a book of short stories for these two cousins…
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I’m glad it reminded you of some old stories! I think this one’s pretty universal–all kids are crazy. There’s enough of these stories to fill a couple books, too!
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I’d buy that book of short stories!
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So would I, Liz… 🙂
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