I  am a freshman at Syracuse University studying Sports Management and
Spanish. I fell in love with different languages and cultures after
diving deeper into my own. Being Estonian has been one of the greatest
blessings in my life. I have met friends that have become family and
learned more about myself from experiencing the Estonian culture
through camps and travel than I ever would have from a textbook. To
say I'm grateful is an understatement. Thank you to the Estonian
Society of Los Angeles for this opportunity and thank you to my family
and friends for their support. Elagu Eesti!

 

 Allison Vilms

The Importance of Community

There have been times in my life that I have felt very alone. Times where everything  seemed to fall out of place. Being an eighteen-year-old girl, these feelings have consumed me. I  have fallen in love with routine and then been thrown out of it. People shared unkind opinions  when all I needed was an encouraging word. Some days I have felt like there is no one to turn to.  It is in these moments that I am grateful for handwritten letters from far away friends and three minute phone calls that span long distances across multiple states.

Although the Estonian community was not the first one I was a part of, it was the first  community that truly felt like home. My introduction to the Estonian community was attending  Suvekodu, an Estonian sleepaway camp, the summer before my fifth-grade year. My parents had  learned about this camp from a cousin and decided to send my brother and me for one week, as a  trial run. In this week I made new friends, reconnected old family ties, and fell in love with the  culture of a country I had never seen. After the week ended, I collected emails and addresses in a  composition notebook to ensure that I wouldn’t fall out of touch with my new best friends. 

I wish I could go back and tell little Allison that she would not miss a day without texting  the girl from camp who never forgets the blue cookie shirt I wore on my first day at camp. If I  could tell my past self that I am going to college with the boy whose hugs never failed to cheer  me up when I started getting homesick, I think little me would laugh and yell, “I hate hugs!” as  she ran away. Little me would think it’s crazy to drive four hours to folk dance at the New York  Eesti Maja for three hours only to drive another four hours back to Boston, but now it feels like  going home. The Allison of eight years ago couldn’t see how full her life would become just by  going to a week at sleepaway camp. I never thought that I would enjoy dancing under the hot sun  so much or yearn to draw chalk art on the slanted driveway that I commented on eight summers

ago. But now these are things I find myself reminiscing about when a trip to Maryland doesn’t fit  in my schedule. That composition notebook still comes in handy when it’s time to send a  birthday card. Little Allison had so many thoughts and big ideas, but she never realized how  beautiful her life became on that summer day in July.

The Estonian community is a hidden gem spread across the world. The connections made  through this community were built out of perseverance and strength from beloved ancestors and  continued through the love and comfort that is shown to new generations of Eestlased. My  grandparents always spoke about how important their Estonian friendships had become in their  lives as they grew older. My grandmother continues to stay in touch by email with her life-long  Estonian friends, but she also makes it a point to connect with more recent Estonian  acquaintances to ensure that everyone is doing well. 

My grandfather was very “tech savvy”, but he also loved to join Estonian friends in  person, preferably on the ski slopes. He placed silver whenever he raced against his best friend, the gold medal winning Mart. Their love for each other was strong but their competitive natures  were stronger. These two never failed to make skiing a competition. My grandfather passed away  in the summer of 2021. At his wake, his friends spoke about friendship and the love that grows  from it. I realized that the main characters in the stories my grandparents had shared with me  growing up were in fact small pieces of what makes the Estonian community so beautiful. My  grandfather’s friend spoke about the idea of extended family, a friendship so strong that it turns  into family. 

The Estonian community is a family spread throughout the world. Whether three people are folk-dancing in a platz on Long Island or crowds are singing folk songs at Laulupidu, the

Estonian community is stronger than every other community I have seen. This strength is a  testament to the love shared between its members.