Every day is the beginning of a new year, or a new century or new millennium. The date is just an arbitrary convention. Yet we insist on trying to change our lives on January 1st each year. Why? I have already, as I started to type this, broken resolution no 1: do not procrastinate; do […]Read Post ›
My mother,Grażyna Łomnicka, never spoke about the war or Siberia at all until one day her doctor persuaded her to tell him why she wouldn’t let her throat be examined. She had had problems for years with swallowing and absolutely refused to have anything done about it. One Sunday, however, she came to lunch as […]Read Post ›
Today was an extremely special day.Easter by tradition has always been a moveable feast, but its moveability has rarely been decided by members of the general public. There are patriarchs of the various branches of Christianity involved, and governments too. But this did not interest us this year. Officially Easter Sunday was a couple of […]Read Post ›
Mothering Sunday. Ten years ago I still had my mother and my godmother, who was also my aunt. Five years ago I still had my godmother. Now I am mother to three of my own very grown-up children and Mothering Sunday is still an extremely significant day for me. This picture of the queen is […]Read Post ›
Grazyna Lomnicka Seydlitz, primo voto Wysoki I was born in Lwow on the 28th November 1929. where I went to school until the outbreak of the war in 1939. My sister Alicja was three at the time. My father, a lawyer, who was secretary at the LwowPolytechnicalUniversity, was called up […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 