Dr. Know explains our strange lack of ethnic enclaves in this response from the February 2013 issue.
When I moved to Cincinnati, I was thrilled to find bakeries selling paczki—the kind of jelly doughnuts that my Polish grandmother used to make for Fat Tuesday when I was a kid in Cleveland. What I didn’t find here was a Polish neighborhood—or many Poles, for that matter. Is there a reason for this? —Homesick for babcia
Dear Homesick:If you had been living in the Bloodlands between Russia and the German states and you wanted to move far from the people who used regularly to overrun your neighborhood with marauding regiments, would you relocate to the most German city in the New World? No. You would, however, find the flat, featureless Erie littoral comfortingly similar to the flat, featureless Baltic littoral and you would be overjoyed to find that your new neighbors were Slovenes, Slovaks, Serbs, Italians, and Czechs and that the nearest foreign neighbors were excessively polite Canadians rather than Tsarist subjects.
Simply confirm your registered email address below and click "Reset Password." We will immediately email you a link back to the site where you can enter a new password for this account.
We've found your existing Cincinnati Magazine Insiders account. Please login below to complete the Facebook login process.
Copyright © 2014. All rights reserved.
In partnership with Marketron Interactive