One of my readers commented recently on a throwaway remark of mine- fear of war- and I began to think about it more deeply. And this fear is indeed always at the back of my mind, as is my horror of being in prison. So I began to try and think why these two things are […]Read Post ›
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 ›
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 ›
No photo – you all know the horrors that are happening. I received this today from the Provincial of the Dominican Order in Ukraine – He said it could be shared. Notes from Ukraine. Monday, March 1Dear sisters and dear brothers, March 1 is the first day of spring in Ukraine. I read on one […]Read Post ›
I was walking through this park on Monday with my daughter who lives nearby and was reminded of an occasion in 1976 when I first visited the museum. I had just graduated from university and was wondering what to do with my life. I had decided on a gap year, but I had to survive […]Read Post ›
A chance photograph prompted this. I am sharing this post because I think it is so interesting: This past week Basia Korzeniowska posted a photo to the Kresy-Siberia Facebook Group, one which made me do a double-take. Why? Because I have the same photo in my collection. Basia mentioned her mo… Source: A serendipitous encounter…
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 a translation of a piece written many years ago by a friend of my mother’s ( she is 91 now) about how she found her mother after the war ended. She had been part of the Warsaw Uprising which ended in tragedy for many. I’d like to tell you about something that […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 