Basia Korzeniowska

British born of Polish parents; educator, teacher, translator, chair of Polish Citizens’ Committee Housing Association Ltd., fundraiser and organiser.

I was born in Earls Court, centre of Polish émigré life at the time, then lived in South Kensington and went to a tiny boarding school in Ealing. I read Spanish and English at Sheffield University, and as I always knew I wanted to be a teacher I did my PGCE there in 1978. For the next forty years I taught in a wide variety of schools, eventually specialising in Special Education. The cohesive theme of my career was creative education in the widest sense of the word.
My passions are people, education, literature, theatre and inclusivity. I hate sport but enjoy walking and taking photographs and writing.
Now on my gap year I am enjoying volunteering my help with the Polish Cultural Foundation, St John Ambulance as a fundraiser, chairing the committee of Antokol Polish Care Home and serving on the committee of the Polish Ball. I promote knowledge of immediate history to school children about the events of the Second World War which led to my parents being here as refugees.

Constellations

or: How the stars screwed up! Constellations Going to the theatre should be an energising, joyous experience. After eighteen months of pandemy, we were looking forward to seeing two of our favourite actors, in a West End Theatre, at a time that was convenient. My husband had heard rave reviews on the radio and was […]Read Post ›

30th July 1966

A date to remember, especially today. Actually I had to look it up because I have spent a number of years trying to forget it as it was one of the worst days of my life. Unusual perhaps but I really was not interested in 22 men chasing after a ball for a couple of […]Read Post ›

Auntie Alice

The above photo is all the women in the family in about 1999. the end of the last century. It is one of my favourite photos taken in my mother’s flat. My mother’s little sister was 63 then – today Auntie Alice would have been 85. 85!!! I find it really hard to imagine. Here […]Read Post ›

Doors

For N. YAB Jumping on the bandwagon I said I’d show some doors. I didn’t have far to go because these are all the doors in our little cottage in Cookham This is our front door or maybe back door. Depends how you look at the cottage. Definitely kitchen door. Made from vintage stained glass […]Read Post ›

Memento of Momentous Moments 1

What’s with the alliteration? Well sometimes you just want to play. when things suddenly go well., then all sorts of things loosen up. Language, laughter, life. Oops! Here I go again. Last week was one that I shall never forget. Friday 18th June was pleasant enough in an anticipatory sort of way because the next […]Read Post ›

Little Venice

for GD Holidays seem to be a bit of a non-starter these days so we must take our pleasures wherever we can. Little did I know when I set off to Paddington from Cookham fairly early on Monday morning that I would have one of the loveliest days ever. I was going to meet my […]Read Post ›

Valentine’s Day 2018

Today I found a notebook my daughter had given me a few years ago and which I used for writing about momentous occasions. Here is my original entry. We had gone to Zimbabwe Botswana and Namibia for my husband’s 65th birthday. These photos are from the day before. We were leaving Hwange Nationsl Park to […]Read Post ›

Shuggie Bain

For C E I do not like misery literature and would never wittingly open a book whose bleakness, grimness and oppressiveness would be sure to depress me. Luckily I did not read anything about this book before I opened it. I received it for Christmas from a very dear friend and I trusted her that […]Read Post ›

Camping

I am not a natural camper. I can count the number of times I have attempted this activity on the fingers of one hand. (I’m not counting the outrageously luxurious glamming I have enjoyed in Uganda and Tanzania.) just the times I have agreed to sleep in a tent. Or even in a car. The […]Read Post ›

Table

This little table was already old when I got it when I was a little girl. My mother used to take in the occasional lodger or paying guest, and I used to love them all as they were a very welcome break from my rather solitary not to say lonely existence. I was very shy […]Read Post ›

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