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New Jersey's Cossacks


Article # : 11754 

Section : CULTURE
Issue Date : 4 / 1987  2,616 Words
Author : Merlinda Fournier
Merlinda Fournier is a free-lance author based in the Washington, D.C., area.

       The rolling fields and wooded stretches leading into New Jersey's pine barrens are distinctly rural, not at all the great industrial wastelands stereotypical of the state. The southern counties are a land of horse farms, small rodeos, and large billboard signs begging the passerby to smoke Marlboros. A sign hyping a Western clothing store proclaims, "This is cowboy country." New Jersey is home to some remarkable horsemen: the Russian Cossacks of New Kuban.
       
        These are cowboys of the East who were forced to abandon their steppe horses - "light as an arrow, strong as the wind," as one Cossack proudly described them - to flee the advancing Bolshevik forces of the Russian Revolution. Today, these horsemen are an aged remnant of a once proud military life-style.
       
        The community of New Kuban, off Route 54 in Buena Vista Township, is hardly noticeable at all. There are no stores or gas stations, not even a post office, to mark the settlement. The houses, bordering Weymouth Road for several miles, are obscured by rows of oak and pine. Only the churchyard and minister's residence testify to a corner of czarist Russia transplanted to America. The diminutive white church with green roof and gold domes seems like a set in a Disney fantasy film.
       
        Yet it is this Orthodox church, where a small box of Russian soil rests on the altar, that is the last remaining life in a community many of whose members are literally dying out. Father Nikolai Nekludoff, the present batushka (priest), sighs and point past the church down a narrow tree-lined road. Rows of distinctive headstones are inscribed in Russian; each stone displays a prominent picture of the deceased and ... (2000 of 15644 Characters)
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