- Hi Krystyna, I will try and contact his family who will be able to post photos and a full c.v. if they agree. Cheers, Basia ... From: Krystyna Szypowska To:Message 1 of 3 , Jun 29, 2012View SourceHi Krystyna,I will try and contact his family who will be able to post photos and a full c.v. if they agree.Cheers,Basia----- Original Message -----From: Krystyna SzypowskaSent: Friday, June 29, 2012 4:57 PMSubject: [Kresy-Siberia (est.2001)] Re: A Pole to be proud ofThank you for posting this, Basiu. He is indeed a Pole to be proud of !Perhaps you would agree to adding this profile and photo to the Kresy-Siberia Virtual Museum’s Wall of Names, so that he can be remembered in perpetuity. Just follow this link, and enter as much information as you can. Or send the link to his family, so that they can complete his profile.
Krystyna Szypowska - Winnipeg, Canada
Executive Director, Kresy-Siberia Foundation - registered in Warsaw (KRS 0000326445)
Chair, Kresy-Siberia (Canada) Inc. - Federal Corporation (IC 767574-7)
Director, Kresy-Siberia (UK) - Registered Charity No. 1137210
"Established to inspire, promote and support research, remembrance
and recognition of Polish citizens’ struggles in the Eastern Borderlands
and in Exile during World War II."
On 5th June 2012 a delightful gentleman called Albin Trowski died. He was born in Gdansk in 1919.He studied Art in Poznan but on a visit home was drafted into the German army. He was sent to Stalingrad and when told to shoot some 20 Russian soldiers, at the field of execution, he fired into the air and told the Russians to escape. On leave of absence to Gdansk he was captured by the Russians but managed to escape. He managed to reach Italy where, thanks to his being Polish, he was allowed to join the American army as a translator and was posted to North Africa where he joined the Polish army.He took part in the D Day landings and was seriously injured. He was demobbed in 1945. He married a Scottish lady in 1949. Both of them were successful artists and eventually came to live in Kingussie in the Scottish Highlands where they were much loved active participants in local life.
It feels horrible to reduce a rich life, a gifted man, and enormous sufferings to a few lines.
All the best,