Re: Dziecko What Do You See?
- View SourceDear Hania
When reading your beautiful poem, the words and meaning evoked such a
longing, why I do not know as I was born and brought up here in
England. My mother and her family went through the same ordeal that
fateful February all those years ago, she is now 80 and has
Alzheimer's, but before the disease took over her mind, she would,
when pushed, tell us some of things that happened to her and her
family. When we were young and didn't want to finish our meals she
would say " dam ci Rosję na tydzien to nawet szczury zjesz!"
My mother comes from a family of 10 children all but one Andrzej,
survived the war. My grandparents and the younger children came via
Tengeru to England and housed at the East Moor camp in Yorkshire, they
eventually settled in Leeds. My mother and two of her brothers joined
Gen. Anders army as cadets and were sent to Palestine. Mum eventually
was promoted to Sergeant in the WAAF and stationed at RAF Newton in
Nottinghamshire. Her brother Mietek fought at Monte Cassino and until
his death last year, carried a bullet near his spine, as a memento.
Every six weeks or so, my parents would take my sister and I to Leeds
to visit the family and oh boy was it rowdy. The food was non stop,
the songs were non stop the joy at being together was only tempered by
the underlying sadness of the lost years. My one regret is that I did
not listen closely when they talked about the deportation to Russia.
Thank you for the poem.