I don’t know who took this photo, but it is one of my favourite ones of my father. He stayed in Italy after the war, and started attending Rome University , but soon realised that there would be more opportunities in England for Poles like him, who had been deported to Siberia, then managed to […]Read Post ›
I opened my desk yesterday thinking I would do a tiny bit of decluttering, and managed not an iota. I found so many interesting things, and important things, none of which I wanted to get rid of. Many I had totally forgotten about. Like this envelope. I didnt recogise the handwriting in the first instance […]Read Post ›
Yesterday we were invited to an extraordinary event in Manchester. A funeral service for a World War II General, Ludwik Kmicic- Skrzyński, who had actually died in 1972, been buried in Manchester, but was now exhumed and being sent back to his home town of Białystok, with full religious and military honours. A controversial move, […]Read Post ›
A tribute on the day of his funeral Zbyszek has always been part of my life – he was my father’s best friend, best man at both his weddings, his adviser and supporter, and my Godfather. This was a role he took extremely seriously, never forgetting to sign himself off to me with this title. […]Read Post ›
BRITAIN AT WAR READERS’ MEMORIES 2:14PM BST 21 Oct 2008 Britain at War: Surrendering Germans In July 1944 in a battle near Loretto my battery (25 pounders) was supporting the 7th Hussars in crossing the river Musone. As an artillery observer in a White Scout car we were moving towards the river under […]Read Post ›
My father died on the 23rd November This is what I said at his funeral. It gives a tiny flavour of what he was like…. 96 years old and he was still my Tatus. My first memories of him are when he was in his late thirties and I was about three or four. […]Read Post ›
This is the second article that Jacek wrote for The Polish Daily about the symbolism of the Armed Forces Memorial placed in the National Memorial Arboretum It’s no longer the rough brown clay, but white plaster of Paris in which the figures are petrified on the memorial of the Polish Armed Forces. Now in the […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 