WILBER – To bake kolaches for a world leader, you’ve got to start before sunrise.
Rita Patton has spent 10 years perfecting the routine. She and her husband prepare the fillings: apricot, cherry and poppyseed. She mixes and kneads by hand, stirring up enough dough to churn out batches nine dozen at a time. Her team of volunteers — including her brother and her 93-year-old mother who led the effort before her — shape, fill, bake and bag each individual circle of pastry.
Patton’s Czech ancestors came here four generations ago. She’s the third generation in her family to manage the baking at Sokol Hall in Wilber. She has baked thousands of kolaches for the town’s annual Czech festival; for graduations and birthdays; for Santa Claus appearances and pool tournaments.
“If somebody wants kolach, they call me,” she said.
The baker’s most recent order: Thirty dozen kolaches to serve 367 community members and a 37-person delegation from the Czech Republic — including Czech President Petr Pavel himself.
Pavel, president since 2023 and a retired army general, visited Nebraska last week, the first time a president of the Czech Republic has visited the state. And on Thursday, he spent the afternoon in Wilber — home of a Czech Festival that has been going for 65 years strong, a town dubbed “Czech Capital of the USA” since 1987.
“Why Nebraska?” Pavel said when speaking to reporters in Wilber. “Because there is the largest proportion of Czech ancestors in the United States.”
Czech settlers reached Nebraska before the railroad did, some as early as 1854. They walked or came by wagon. They lived in dugouts, then sod houses before building wood cabins.
They were pushed from their homes in Bohemia and Moravia by economic depression and religious oppression, and pulled to the Midwest by the Homestead Act and Nebraska’s familiar terrain.
Between 1856 and World War I, some 50,000 Czech immigrants arrived here. They founded villages made up entirely of Czechs. They laid the groundwork for cultural organizations that still host festivals and Queen contests today.
But the number of Nebraskans who still identify as Czech has dwindled in the 21st century. In 2010, 5% of Nebraskans claimed Czech ancestry. In Wilber’s Saline County, 18% of residents called themselves Czech.
By 2024, the statewide share had shrunk to 3.5% — a decline of 21,556 people. In Saline County, it had dropped to 11%.
But Wilber feels like a Czech enclave frozen in time. Polka music wafts from tinny speakers all along the town’s main drag. The street signs and business names are printed in both English and Czech. The name of the local bar? The Czech’erd Flag.
And on Thursday, as rain poured down, the president and an entourage of Secret Service agents, staff, military leaders and the 12 Czech journalists trailing him all got the grand tour.
The Czechs showed up in business professional attire: Suits and ties, military uniforms, dresses and heels.
The people of Wilber donned their nicest Czech folk attire: Dresses and vests, feathered hats and flower crowns.
There are extra challenges that come with hosting a president in a town of 1,937. Organizers held long Zoom calls with the consulate and members of the Secret Service. Then came the on-site visits to approve seating arrangements and safety plans.
The schedule of the day went through six revisions before being finalized. And then there was the question of the rain: Is he going to want to walk in the rain? Should we arrange a car? the people of Wilber and the Secret Service wondered. No, it’s only rain! Pavel replied.
They showed him the Czech Craft Shop, where little old ladies still hand-sew and embroider traditional vests and dresses, called kroj. They led him through the aisles of the museum, filled with dolls and dresses and photographs passed down through the generations.
“People being so attached to this heritage, you will not see it in my own country,” the president said after the tour. “Because we live there, we consider it part of our daily life. But people here, even though, their first place are Americans, at least one day a year they want to be Czechs.”
Every generation of Nebraska Czechs is another step removed from their ancestral home. They lose the language their great-grandparents spoke, or the recipes that relied on Grandma’s instincts instead of precise measurements. Or when asked how or when their great-great- grandparents got to Nebraska, the answer grows fuzzier and starts to morph into “That’s a great question, I’m not exactly sure.”
In Wilber, they’re still embracing what traditions they can. Kids — some who aren’t Czech — still learn traditional dances. On Thursday, kids as young as 3 skipped, clapped and twirled before the Czech president in Sokol Hall. And the Czechs of Wilber, the organization that hosts the annual festival, still draws about 250 volunteers every year. It takes 51 committees to make the festival happen, said Randy Kozeal, president of the organization.
Now, they have added the president of the Czech Republic as an official member. They’ll be sure to send him their newsletter, Kozeal said from the podium in Sokol.
Kozeal guesses more than half the town owns some form of Czech garb. In Sokol Hall, audience members sport vests with very Czech-sounding names like Kohout, Zoubek or Sabotka embroidered on the back. Some people choose to get the American and Czech flags stitched side by side. Others just choose things they identify with, like a John Deere or Harley Davidson logo, about as American as it gets.
To be Nebraskan and Czech feels like “a very pioneering experience,” Kozeal said. “Yet at the same time, holding onto the culture and the practices and the lifestyle that was brought over… a sense of pride in their heritage.”
After his tour, the president walked into a hall of more than 350 people who greeted him with applause. The people of Wilber gifted him with a key to the city. They even dubbed the day Petr Pavel Day. The president, with his square jaw and head of thick white hair, sat at attention through the speeches and dances. He clapped along to the children’s dances and dutifully posed for a group photo after each performance. One 3-year-old dancer ran to him for a hug.
At the end of it all, a news reporter asked Jen Pospisil: What does this mean to you? What does it mean to Wilber?
The secretary of the Czechs of Wilber got choked up. She was thrilled it was a success. Sad that it went by like a blur.
“If my grandparents were alive, they’d be so proud,” she said.
While others lined up for photos with the president, Patton the baker kept watch over her kolaches.
Bake them dark, a friend of her mother’s told her. That’s what the Czechs like over there. But Patton wanted to be true to herself. “I do not like a dark kolach,” she said.
She made them her normal way.
She watched as people picked their preferred flavors — Americans gravitating toward apricot and cherry and the Czech delegation choosing the more traditional poppyseed.
Soon, a volunteer grabbed her — Rita, you’ve got to talk to this lady. It was a Czech radio reporter covering the visit, who told the baker that the kolache she had just eaten in Wilber was the best kolache she’d eaten in America. What? The baker replied. You’ve got to be kidding.
“To have the comments from the actual Czech delegates that were all with him that just raved about my kolache, it gave me a good feeling,” Patton said. “These people recognize and understand the work and the taste. It was definitely an honor.”
Patton never got to see which flavor the square-jawed president of the Czech Republic tried, or talk to him about his specific preference on how browned a kolache should be.
He had hands to shake at Sokol Hall, where he spent his final half hour taking photos with a long line of Nebraska Czechs.
But the baker knows this: Before all the kolaches disappeared, a Wilber volunteer gathered up a few to pass to the Czech Secret Service for their drive to Lincoln.
This inquiring reporter wanted to know what flavor the president tried, and wrote to the Czech Consulate.
“As far as we know, the President was offered a selection of kolaches at the conclusion of the event in Sokol Hall in Wilber,” they wrote back. “He truly appreciated it.”
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I loved the story and wish I could have been there. My mother was 100% Czech. Her grandparents (Houser) settled near Swan Creek, near Wilber.
My Grandfather was Frank William Houser a horse trader in Swanton. Then Farmall tractors in Swanton and Wilber.
Dad Arnold Frank Houser . Not many Houser’s …are we related?
I love this!
Oh my goodness! I love this story…I am half Czech, and I know how to make kolaches! Thank you so much for your reporting. I need to get to Wilber next year for the event..
Here is another example where we can compare an article written by Flatwater with an article about the same topic from a more mainstream news source to see the difference. Both Flatwater and the Nebraska Examiner wrote articles about the Czech President visiting Nebraska. And as usual, the Examiner wrote a common news article that gets straight to the point and quotes the most important things that happened, while Flatwater told a long rambling story with a lot of personal anecdotes.
Now why does this difference matter? Because in writing a long rambling story that belongs in the pages of Reader’s Digest (circa 1988), Flatwater missed one of the most important details that the Examiner managed to publish.
Per the Examiner: “I was simply moved by how devoted they are to promote this heritage for next generations, because quite often, even in my own country, we are not that enthusiastic about traditions as they were,” [President] Pavel said.
In other words, even in the actual Czech Republic, people do not still maintain these traditional dances or make a big deal out of their heritage the way a small group of people in a local Nebraska town do.
If you read the Examiner article, you found out that important detail in only 296 words.
If you read this article from Flatwater, it took over 1,400 words to deliver a lot less information.
You have to come to this Flatwater site to spew your critical opinions because the NE Examiner doesn’t offer published online comments from readers. You just cannot accept the fact that Flatwater is its own news service and doesn’t fit your concept of the news you like to read….yet you keep coming here because they allow you to voice your criticism of their publication on just about a daily basis. So….go read the Examiner and then come here to share your opinions, simply because this is the one place that provides you a platform to speak your mind. Appreciate that…
The argument that has been provided is to accuse “you” of some alleged transgressions. Allegedly this “you” is a really bad person, because whomever that is has chosen to visit a website they dislike to share opinions that are controversial.
Okay. And? Even if this allegation is accurate, does it mean that Flatwater is a great news source and their articles don’t have any flaws?
No. This is called an ad hominem logical fallacy, because rather than addressing the criticism it delivers an unrelated personal attack on the critic.
An ad hominem attack on Less/You does nothing to further an analysis of this FFP story.
Let’s do better, Math Nerd.
Well, that “long rambling story with a lot of personal anecdotes” captured the spirit of the town, the visit, and the pride of heritage. I loved it.
Venerable Father Emil Kapaun, heroic and saintly Army chaplain who died in a North Korean prison camp, was of Czech parentage and came from what was then Pilsen NE, several hours drive from Wilber.