Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Two Women, Two Very Interesting Stories

 

The two women pictured were 2 of the 18 people from the United States, Canada and Thailand who made up the group that we joined for the Orbis tour of Warsaw, Zakopane, Czestochowa, Auschwitz, and Krakow. Each member of the group had an interesting story as to why they were there, some had been to Poland before, some, like us, were on their first visit.

Lisa, the woman on the right, is from California, works for Toyota American Headquarters in the Public Relations Department. Her boss is Polish and got her so interested in the Poles that she made an addition on to her trip to Prague to come and see the main sites of Poland. She had a terrific time; especially enjoyed the food and anything that got the group participating, such as Polish dancing and turning the salt mine lift wheel. She endured much harassment about the plight of Toyota and spotted the Toyota dealerships we passed. She was one of the many that made the trip delightful.

The woman on the left is from Northern Canada and has an amazing story. During World War II, when the Nazis occupied Poland, it was not only the Jews that they had special plans for. The Jews were to be immediately exterminated; the Poles were to be literally worked to death. Furthermore, Poles were sent to Germany to work as slave labor in German factories. Germans moved into the vacated houses and land as each group was eliminated, part of Hitler's "Libensraum" (Livingspace) Program.

One especially onerous part of these programs was that children of Poles who had blond hair and blue eyes were sent to Germany to be raised by German families as one of their own. This woman's mother was one of the children.

In December 1939 her 9 year old mother was told that she was being sent to a nice camp for a while. She was given one hour to say goodbye to her parents and pack one small bag of things she wanted to take with her. She was not told for how long she would be gone. Only that she was to be at the Warsaw train station in one hour.

She joined with one of her best friends for the train journey, which lasted several days. Stops were made along the way. At one of those stops her friend disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again. She does not know what happened to her friend; she believes she ended in a concentration camp. No record has ever been found.

Meanwhile, this woman's mother continued on the train to Berlin where she was met by a German couple who took her to their home outside the city. For 6 years she was raised as German.

At the end of the war, the Allies gathered such children and others who had been displaced by the Germans. Some of the children did not want to return to Poland; they did not know Poland, they had been raised from very young as German and had no memory of their Polish parents. Others, such as this woman's mother had no parents to go back to. They had disappeared into the German slave system, never to be known of again. So, for nearly 5 years she lived in a Displacement Camp in Poland. While in the camp, she, now 18, met and married a young man with a similar experience. They had a child, this woman, while in the camp.

Their desire became to get to America; but, first to get out of the Displaced Persons Camp. So when their turn came to be sent somewhere out of the camp, it was Canada. They seized the opportunity to leave even though it was to Canada, a place they knew nothing about.

This women was on this visit to Poland to see if she could learn something about her grandparents, the ones who had their daughter sent to Germany to be raised by "Good Nazi" Germans, who were removed from their farm, who were sent to Germany to work as slave labor in a factory, and most probably died from undernourishment while working in the Nazi war factories.

What was most amazing was her sunny disposition. She passed out sweets to each of us as we traveled; always had a smile and always greeted everyone with a cheery heavily Polish accented "Good morning!"

One more wedding picture

 
This picture is taken of a bride and groom in the square in front of the Royal Castle. Remember all of this was rubble at the conclusion of World War II.

Monday, August 9, 2010

A Polish tradition. Instead of rice, throw money.

 
Notice the coins on the pavement. The wedding party is expected to assist in gathering the money tossed by the wedding guests as the couple leaves the church. A variation of that is continued today in the United States at Polish weddings. It is also the tradition to pay to dance with the bride.

Another inside the church wedding going on

 
Again remember everything you see is made of wood.

Inside the church with the wedding going on

Note how the wedding couple is seated in the front. The pews do not allow kneeling, the boards where we have kneelers are all at a 45 degree slant. All of the elaborate alter is made of painted wood or paintings, very typical of Polish churches. No statuary, only bas reliefs. The many plaques on the side are of significant people from the Parish. Stations are outside the church.

Another car waiting.

 
I could not get my camera ready fast enough to get the picture. The driver was off to the side making out with his girl while leaning against post in front of the church. No they were not simple pecks on the cheek. Polish couples do not seem to be very shy about such things as later pictures with show.

The car of the couple coming from the church with the wedding post

 
Yes, not an old car. However, not too shabby for a wedding. This is used to get to the wedding reception which begins 2+ days of celebration.

Weddings in Poland 2010

During the first couple of days in Poland, Linda and I were on our own. Our tour had not started. We had purposely left the time uncommitted to give a chance to get over jetlag and to allow for things like late arrival, which an earlier post showed was very possible.  On Saturday, July 24, we walked around primarily in the Old Town part of Warsaw. One thing we quickly noticed, every church had a wedding going on; and, as we spent the day walking around, every church was always having a wedding. And, every wedding had a chauffered old car for the bride and groom which had every door handle decorated with fresh flowers.

When on the private part of our tour, going to the Mozdzen home area, we asked our guides about what we had seen. True in every church there are so many weddings that on Saturdays, beginning at 8 AM, and Sunday, beginning at Noon, there is a wedding scheduled for every hour. At present old cars are the preferred mode of transportation for the newly weds. Weddings are scheduled as much as 2 years in advance to get a particular date and time.

Weddings are very expensive in the major cities, like Warsaw.  Weddings go on for 2-3 days beginning with the exchange of vows; and, the bride and groom are expected to be present till the very end of all celebrations. An average wedding costs 80-120,00 zloty (pronounced: z-wa-ty). The current exchange rate is 3.3 zloty per dollar or about $30,000.00 for an average wedding.  It is not unusual to have weddings cost 500,000 zloty ($140,000.00). Our guide telling us this, said that she has a 23 year old daughter who had been told that she will get 100,000 zloty for her wedding. She can spend it as she wishes.

Our guide also went on to say that most young people in Poland today do not get married, they just begin living together and become married by law automatically after 5 years.  They do not see any reason to get married in a church. However, that is not so true in the country towns, they get married and do not have such expensive weddings, even though the celebration still goes on for 2-3 days.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Polish Baptistism

Linda and I stopped for coffee and a wonderful apple pie (more about the great food later post) across the street from one of Warsaw's many churches. We were doing what many people in Poland everywhere do: sitting at a sidewalk restauracja; enjoying the summer day; and, peopler watching, especially the many young couples holding hands while walking and the even more whole families (babies to grandparents) strolling around the very broad main streets. In addition we were viewing in awe the Warsaw the Poles had rebuilt from everything of cultural significance being purposefully blown to bits to leave the Poles with nothing.

So, across the street, at the church there was a large group gathering. Like a tourist, what is going on. Grab camera and arrive to find a family dressed in local folk costumes. It seems such dress is worn for special family occasions such as Baptisms. Can identify the parents with baby?

Weddings in Poland is next............

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Solomon Strumpfinn comes home to Warsaw Poland

Ann Levin asked Linda if as part of our trip we could help her get part of her Uncle Sol back to his beloved Poland that he left as a very young man in the late-1930's. We contacted Nozyk Synagogue and they generously offered to have special prayers at Shabbat on Saturday, 24 July. After a couple of days touring Warsaw, it was decided the most appropriate place for Uncle Sol's ashes was the rose garden at the foot of the monument honoring Adam Mickiewicz, one of Poland's greatest poets and across the street from where Frederic Chopin last resided before leaving for Paris.

Both of these world famous men lived much of their lives away from their beloved country. Both after death were returned to Poland; Chopin's heart is entombed in a church just down the street from here; and, Mickiewicz is buried a short distance from here. Nowe Swiat, the street where both Chopin and Mickiewicz are honored is part of one of the Poles greatest achievements, the complete rebuilding of a city where the Nazis in a fit of rage dynamited every structure. Nearly every building was reduced to rubble. The Polish people with no financial or equipment assistance from the Communists, rebuild Warsaw to be as it was before WW II with their own money and after job labor. Rest in peace, Uncle Sol. You are now part of an inspiring story that we all must never forget.

Those that following this blog, please continue to visit. Our next post will cover weddings in Warsaw. Many pictures. Till next time..................

Nozyk Synagogue: the only synagogue in Warsaw to survive World War II

It is an Orthodox Synagogue and is very much active leading a growing Jewish Community in Warsaw. On Saturday, 24 July, they offered special prayers for Solomon Strumpfinn as part of Shabbat. Because we were there on the Sabbath, no photos were allowed inside. The synagogue has just been fully restored, financed by Warsaw's Municipal Government and the local Jewish Community. Learn more at: http://seekingpolishroots.bloodspot.com
And, at http://warszawa.Jewish.org.pl/en

Warsaw Chapter of the Harley Club

Want a Harley to ride in Warsaw

If you ask "How much?" You need to shop else where.

Inside the Warsaw Harley store

Even the sales clerk in the Harley store stated that only the well-to-do shopped in his store. The leather jackets in the photo had 3-5000 zloty price tags. That is $1000 plus. Of course, they are tailored to fit properly. Nice!

A wonderfully funny taxi driver

On the morning of our first full day in Poland we decided to go to the Harley store. Before leaving the hotel we located the store on the terrific Google map that is provided with iPad. We knew it was too far to walk; so we had our first ride in a Polish taxi. We quickly found out that it seems all of Warsaw's cabbies are real characters with very sunny and funny personalities.

We hesitatingly approached the taxi just outside the hotel and asked if he knew how to get to the Harley Davidson store and handed him a paper with the address and another with a picture of the store that had been acquired off the web before we left home. He broke into a beaming grin. He set himself as if riding a motorcycle, moved his hands as if revving the bike motor and made "Rrrrrrrah, rrrrrrrah!" sounds. "Yes, I know." And with a big smile opened the door for Linda. We stated we had a friend in the US that had a Harley. "Your friend must be very rich!"

He drove us to the store while asking us what we wanted to do in Warsaw. Once there, he insisted he wait for us to get us back to the hotel. "I wait. No charge. See meter not on." He became a frequently encountered and occasionally used taxi driver who always greeted us with, "Rrrrrrrrgh, rrrrrrrrrgh!" and a beaming infectious smile that made the day joyful.

Liberator: the Harley store in Warsaw

It is located on the edge of the city in the middle of many auto dealers, next to Nissan. Linda is standing by the taxi that brought us to the store. The Harley in the picture belongs to a customer. The window signs are in Polish.

We visited this store on the morning of our first full day in Poland.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: Part 4

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: Part 4

Finally I get to see the inside of a current day poor Polish farm house. The kitchen and living room are the same room and is more than half of the first floor, maybe 10' x 15'. It has a crucifix hanging over the doorway to the outside. On the wall is a large picture of Pope John Paul II. In one corner of the room is a family prayer center: standing crucifix, handmade very colorful paper flowers decorate the corner. There is not a book in sight. In Warsaw and Krakow it seems a book store is on every block and everyone is reading something. Same thing for Lomza, a small town. There was a satellite dish for TV outside, a small TV is located in the corner opposite the crucifix.

A small table by the one window viewing the pretty front yard is quickly offered to us as a place to sit and spread out our documents. Now everyone gathers and joins the conversation: 95 year old grandfather, son and wife, 3 children and, of course 86 year old Dziadzio. The old man, for whose input we came, does not seem to follow what we are after.

He leaves the room. We think all think he is after some pictures. Nope, it's a medal he has just been awarded for his participation in a Underground unit's attack of a Nazi position. With Rising Day approaching, delayed awards the Soviets would not grant are being extended. He is very proud of his medal! We all look closely at the medal and ribbon. It is becoming very obvious, if he did know any Mozdzens, he long ago lost any reliable information.

However, the mother combined with Dziadzio put together where the Mozdzen/Lajzer farm was located in Antonia. From church records we had viewed earlier this day, we knew Mikolai Lajzer and his family were located in Antonia. It matched! So let's go see it!

Dziadzio directs us to the spot. It now is part of a field. Two large trees are where the house was. We take pictures. If we had time we now have the information to search Antonia's property records in detail: size of land owned; how used; how long they owned land; why did they leave and for where. There are many Lajzers in the local cemeteries. Are they related? There are many still in and around the villages around Antonia and Piatkowizna. We are told there are a few Mozdzens in Zalas. Which ones are us?

We return to Dziadzio's farm. As we approach the farm, he asks if Linda and I have a place to stay. He offers a room for the night and dinner. An evening that would be much fun and a party. However,we have to move on. Dziadzio is very disappointed. I suspect the family is readying a festive meal. He wants to know when we will be back. When we come back he wants us to be sure and see him and his family. A truly welcoming Pole in the Kurpie tradition. We must keep in touch!

The community officials do not fully recall Mozdzens; however they gave me their email address and want to be kept informed of our findings. They will also continue their search; beginning with what has been found by them, my genealogical team, and me. I think they are as interested as we are. At one point we had 4 people in the records office searching records and the Powiat President came in and joined in for awhile. Linda liked him. He kissed her hand and bowed when she was introduced to him.

The fabled Kurpie Polish welcoming to all who come was very evident. They all were openly friendly, willing to help, and genuinely concerned with our efforts. They made our problems their own!

It was a terrific day! We have a very good start on answering many questions. The Polish citizens we have established relationships with, want to do Skype calls to further the effort. Rose, you have to get your system up and functioning. I promised them I would get the Polish speakers of our family on Skype with them!

One more thought: Without the family genealogical search I would never had the opportunity to meet the average Pole. An experience not to be missed.

Dziadzio Mozdzen


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Cousins discuss Mozdzens

The 95 year old war hero with his 86 year old spiffed up cousin.

The poorer cousin's house

Note even the poor have a car. In this case two cars.

I am about to be told that I look very healthy for being 70 hrs old

Meeting locals in Piatkowizna: Part 3.

Meeting locals in Piatkowizna: Part 3.

We follow the directions of our 86 year old Dziadzio to his cousin's. Prior to departing to the other side of Piatkowizna, we make a phone call to ensure he is there. Dziadzio discusses what we are after with the son of the older man. We go down some very narrow roads that are in very rough shape. Everything is woods and farms. The trees are birch and pine; all very close together and very tall. It is like a scene from the movie "Dr Zhivago" The area has some new homes, many more are old and run down. The farm machinery looks abandoned. It is very obvious this part of Poland is not enjoying the same prosperity most of the rest of the nation is.

We arrive. The house is different from the one Dziadzio has. It is run down. Dziadzio's is old but very well maintained. The son meets us and sends for his father.

Again we meet outside at a large wooden table. Dziadzio discusses the situation with his older cousin. We are meeting under a very large pine tree surrounded by other smaller trees. A very black cloud is threatening a thunderstorm; lightning is booming all around us. No one moves, the discussion moves to kidding each other.
Begins to rain, big drops. We move inside.

See Part 4 and pictures.


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Dziadzio and Babci discussing Mozdzens with genealogist Alexsandra Kacprzak

Meeting under the grape vines

The girls and dog join in

One of 3 barns. Has many cows.

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: Part 2.

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: Part 2.

Time to call in the family memory: Dziadzio and Babci. They oldest of the young boys, bout age 12, was sent into the house to get them to come out and join the discussion. We talked about the storks in their front yard while waiting: How long had they been there. Since March. They would be leaving soon because their baby was nearly grown enough to be on it's own. Did they come every year? Yes, for about 50 years they have returned in March. Did anyone ever try to scare them off or shoot them? Of course not! That is the national bird! They go where they want! This conversation is done while the cat taunts the dogs, a Shepard, dauchsand, and a medium mix, causing much barking and running amongst those of us awaiting Dziadzio and Babci.

Dziadzio arrives and is briefed on what is going on. Babci also arrives. The two of them look exactly as I remember my Dziadzio and Babci. He is about 5' 9" and she is at most 5' 4". Both are stocky and look like what eve Pole is supposed to be. He is dressed in work pants and long sleeve work shirt. She looks like she was working in the kitchen; apron, cotton longish skirt and sleeveless top, that had had many washes, each with small flowers on them. Dziadzio immediately moves the group to the grapevine covered patio where there is a nice home made table and benches. Babci wants to know what i would like to drink; fruit juice, home made apple or black currant. My genealogist/translator cautions me as to what i ask select. I choose water. Babci immediately sends the young wife and her oldest daughter into the house to get some refreshments.

The conversation begins. They vaguely recall a Mozdzen. They then show themselves to be true Kurpies. A loud discussion ensues. Everyone has an opinion. No one has a definite answer. The refreshments arrive: wonderful Polish peasant bread with pork bits, garlic and sliced thin onions; drinks are sparkling water over ice with sprigs of mint. We all sit at the table on benches and share the food while kidding each other as to how we look and speak. They want more details from me. How old am I? Nearly 70. You look very healthy for 70! Your face is nice and full. You look Polish! They are 86 and 85. I tell them i have a long time before i get to 85. Everyone laughs. They are disappointed i do not speak Polish; but, they like that i am trying to learn. They kid Linda about being Italian. How come i married an Italian? How many children do we have. I show them the t-shirt i am wearing with Piotr and Rosalja. Very interested in the shirt. Everyone, especially the girls and Babci, want to see.

Yes, they recall Mozdzens, but that was very long ago and they were so young. There is a friend/cousin who knows where the Mozdzens lived. He is 95. More discussion. It all reminds me of the family gatherings in the farmhouse kitchen in Three Rivers when my grandparents were alive and well. We will go to the cousin who is located on the other side of the village, one kilometer.

Dziadzio changes his clothes and spiffs up. Nice clean pants and nice clean long sleeve shirt. All buttons are fastened and his hair is neatly combed. We give him the front seat of our car, a Polish built Opel, that our driver tells us is considered a rich man's car in Poland. The whole family comes out to see him get into the car. They want a picture for their living room.

Part 3 in next entry. Pictures between.
Dziadzio Mozdzen


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The greeting committee

Father and 3 sons listen to Alexsandra introduce me to them. I show the Mozdzen t-shirt I am wearing. The search for where the Mozdzens may have been in Piatkowizna is being earnestly approached. The whole family participates in true Kurpie fashion.

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: 30 July 2010.

Meeting locals of Piatkowizna: 30 July 2010.

We stopped at the sign telling us we were entering Piatkowizna. I had my picture taken standing under the sign to prove I had gotten to my roots, Piotr Mozdzen's home village; the place where he had been born, grew up, and became a young man.

Across the road from the sign, a small farm is located. On a power line pole, as is the case in many places in Poland, a stork's nest was perched with 3 storks: the mother, father and youngster. I took some pictures; turned to the farm house admiring the many flowers on the front steps and in the garden.

Our genealogist, meanwhile went to the back of the house to a barn where some men were loading a cow to be transported on a small trailer pulled by a tractor to somewhere. She said to me: "Time to search for Mozdzens." She proceeded up to the men and started a conversation in Polish. By this part of the trip I had come to understand enough that I knew Alexsandra was speaking of me and what I was seeking. The conversation quickly brought much of the family: young boys and girls, dogs and cats, and all who were working in the barns and fields. Everyone seemed to have some thoughts; but no one knew for sure. They were all too young!

See part 2 in next entry.
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The front of Dziadzio & Babci's farm home facing the road

The flowers are everywhere and the hand made window lace in every window is exquisite. Imagine the care and love in doing this. A Kurpie tradition.

They have returned every year for over 50 years!

Poland's famous storks in Piatkowizna

Piatkowizna (Pee-un-t-koff-eez-nah) My guide worked on my pronouncement for 3 days!!

Down that road is where Piotr lived and first daughter Bronislawa was born.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Correction & some thoughts as we get ready to leave Poland

The Kurpie village we visited is setup as one would be for about 1900, not 1920.

As we traveled these past couple of days visiting where the Mozdzens came from, because Nona and I had a private tour at that point, we had an opportunity to have an extended conversation with our guide about many things Polish and Poland: what are homes like now; weddings; having babies; Polish cooking; the use of fruit in Polish cooking, mushroom picking; the drive by Poles for education; why there are so many small businesses; healthcare in Poland; city life vs rural living; Polish fitness centers; changes Polish diets; care of elderly; retirement in Poland; what the schools are like; why the Poles have been very successful in the move from Communism to Capitalism; who are the Poles we think of when we think of Poland and why; Poland's vacation areas; Warsaw, the city that does not sleep; construction of everything everywhere; the Jewish questions; THE Polish Rising 1944; life under Communism vs now; the unity of the Poles in purpose and as a nation; the great significance of Pope John Paul II; as seen in the cementaries, the importance of of remembering and honoring your ancesters; the role of the Catholic Church in Polish history and now; how the Poles, like the Jews, are determined to not ever allow themselves to be occupied again; the feeling of everything on the move in Poland, NO recession here; Katyn; and more.

I hope I can convey my thoughts and what we have seen. It has been an awesome experience. I now even more stand humbled by those who came before.

Will be writing notes as Nona and I travel home and selecting photos to post. Will add to this blog in Chicago/Boston.

Dzienkuja, Poland. We shall return and soon!!
Dziadzio Mozdzen and Nona

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Mozdzen Polish roots found

Yesterday very exciting. We visited Antonia, Piatkowizna, Zalas, and Lomza. Went to government offices and the two churches attended by Piotr and Rozalja Mozdzen. Have in my hands birth certificate for Branislawa (Berha) Mozdzen. Have photo copy of official record of marriage of Piotr Mozdzen and Rozalja Lazjer. It is written in Cyrillic. I found and have photo of Micholi Lajzer family census done by the Parish, St Stanislaus Kosta in Zalas.

Today visited Kurpie village. We are all Kurpie. Saw how they lived in 1920 in Antonia, Rosalja's village.

Bringing all home, and more, tomorrow, Sunday, August 1, Polish Rising 1944, when all of Poland stops at 5 PM for 5 minutes to honor the 200,000 Warsaw Poles who lost their lives in the Polish Uprising against the Nazis. The uprising began at 5PM on August, 1944.

We have wonderful trip and met some terrific people.
Watch blog for more
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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Polish folk dancing



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From: Linda Mozden <lindamozden@hotmail.com>
Date: July 28, 2010 6:05:09 PM EDT
To: "smozden1.dahju@blogspot.com" <smozden1.dahju@blogspot.com>
Subject: Polish folk dancing






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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Today was too good to hold for later............







Have notes and pictures for missing days. Will post them tomorrow.

However, we have some pics that cannot be held for proper editing. Today we went to Krakow(krak-off) A beautiful city that is over a thousand years old. Pope John Paul II is very much reveared by everyone in Poland, especially in Krakow. Will devote a post to why that is.

During the day we stopped at one the best of Poland's many chocolate shops: had very,very delicious hot drink of chocolate and a piece of apple pie that only royalty is served. Both Nona and Dahju felt like we had joined royalty by the end of the repaste.

This evening we had a traditional Polish dinner with much meat and dancing and beer. I have not seen such since my grandparents had gatherings at their house for religious holidays. Nona even got into the spirit of things, as the pics show.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Saturday July 24: Our first day in Warsaw & on our own

let see, so far we have learned that to have a harley in warsaw is to be very rich. even the guy in the harley store said so.  and, we have seen very many weddings; every church had at least one going, another to follow. everyone has an old car for a limo.  everyone with babies have baby carragers like Nicole. perogies are great; but, pears and ginger bread with ice cream is better. polish beer is terrific. and the da vinci exhibit is worth the trip. nona thought Lady with Ermine is better than mona lisa. uncle sol has traveled with us getting reacquained with his city. tomorrow we find a resting place. more with pics later when we get back from supper and the formal beginning of the tour.
Dahju


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Zakopane: Poland's Vacationland

Zakopane: One of Poland's vacation areas, even the Poles are tourists. Riding thru beautiful mountains; all buildings are alpine style; flowers planted where ever a place available; every home is a small family business taking advantage of tourist traffic. Every building has intricately carved w decorations. All carvings,cate no matter how large or elaborate are of one piece of wood.
We have a Blog for those receiving this for the first time. Yes, we are in Poland. The Blog is: SeekingPolishRoots.Blogspot.com
Stopped to see typical Polish wood church. Wood is Linden and left natural. The drying before using of the wood must be a fantastic process; not a hint of a split anywhere. Next to the church, a stunning cementary. Like New Orleans the vaults are slightly above ground. Every grave site has fresh flowers and candles. Yes, fresh cut flowers. Seems someone from the family visits every week.
Pouring rain ended plans for a river raft ride; got 3 hrs of walking around Zakopane open air market, which was mostly covered (no rain). A pleasant surprise, our fellow tour group turned it all into a terrifically fun stop! Despite the rain, we were determined to have good time,ee and we did. The market is like the ones in the US, only much larger, with literally everything available: cabbage and cauliflower, honey and preserves, footwear and fur coats, knitted sweaters and baby clothes, Polska banners and huge elaborate hand carved of single pieces of wood bas wall hangings, smoked goat cheeses and fresh berries, wood toys and wood kitchen utensils, lace table cloths and beautiful hand painted Polish pottery. Got some wonderful pictures of the women selling the many items they handmade.
Lunch was even more fun. A group of us gathered in Polish version of a beer garden. Nona and I had some delicious potato pancakes. We shared with a fellow group member, who gave us some of her scrumptious perogies. All had a glass of absolutely great Polish beer.
The ride to Krakow is showing us Poland's most significant issue--roads. Maine is a superhighway everywhere compared to Poland. Even many of the main roads are very curvy thru every hamlet two lain paths that reduce average speeds to crawling (average 30-60 kilometers per hour or 25 MPH). Introduce construction and standing still is fast moving. It does allow roadside vendors of blueberries and watermelon to strike up conversations and complete sales. (Red's Eats never had it so good.) Makes for very long trips although covering very short distances. Our tour guide when asked about this stated: "Although we appropriate much money for road construction and repair, no one knows where the money goes; the roads are still not fixed!" Sound familiar?!


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Czestochowa & Auschwitz: An emotional day

Czestochowa: saw black Madonna & chapel of St Antoni of Padua (chapel being restored) both stunning & very moving; brought to tears @ sight of BM; nun for guide really good, she was no nonsense with a strong touch of humor; got prayer cards, lit candles for all, wish there was more time.
We got to Jasna Gora just after 11 AM, the veil is dropped over the Madonna each day at 12 noon. Thus, I wondered whether we would make it whereas we were not inside yet. Helps to get a good guide! We got a Polish nun who looked like a 5' 2" babci used to getting across exactly what she wants and expects everyone will fall in line. She had a beaming smile and glistening blue eyes which made you want to do whatever she asked. In 10 minutes she gave us the history of Poland and explained its people's love of the Church. And, as part of her explanation, she covered why the Black Madonna is so significant to the Poles and the Polish Pope. She then proceeded to get us via the sacristry nearly on the alter for the final 15 minutes of prayers.
There was a huge crowd that filled the Church to overflowing. There we stood at the very front. The sight of the Black Madonna and evident devotion to Our Lady and Jesus shown by everyone was so moving I spontaneously broke into tears. Precisely at 12 noon, the curtain dropped and the ceremony ended. The emotion I felt has been matched only one other time in my life, the first time I went to the Vietnam Wall in DC. Overwhelming!! Uplifting!!
The tour then went to Auschwitz. A real downer. Because I had been to Dachau, I was not as stunned as many on our tour. However, one thought did strike me about "the Final Solution" that makes it so spine chilling: it took great planning with meticulous attention to detail. The men who did this, conducted the action like they were launching a large business. The worst part of it is not that they were evil, which they were, it is that they did it with no emotion, nothing more than stepping on a sidewalk. Being evil does not explain or describe them, they were worse than evil. Being evil implies a degree from good. How does a parent raise their children within sight of the crematorium and with the smell ever present. That is worse than being evil.
The last event of the day was a long, long ride to the outskirts of Sakopane. We traveled roads that seemed like climbing a major mountain; then down a swerving twisting corkscrewing road that although done at 30-40 KMH seemed way too fast. At least it was in the dark so we could not see the worst of it.
It was a very late night--11 PM checked in, 11:30 in bed sleeping!

Some have asked about the different spellings of "Polish grandfather.". The explanation is fairly simple. Dahju was selected because it was simple and as adjusted something kids could say without struggle and embarrassment. The true Polish name requires a "dz" sound by slurring the two letters together. The Polish word for grandpa, the familiar name as opposed to the more formal and distant grandfather, especially an issue with Poles. (One you are a member of the family or close enough to be considered such. The other is formal and used to address with respect an older man.) When I setup my Hotmail account I elected to call myself "Dziadzio Mozden" or "Grandpa Mozden." It is the same as Dahju except it is the true Polish spelling. Guess in the signing I am forgetting which mode I am in. Sorry for the confusion.
Pics tomorrow AM our time. Bedtime................

Dahju


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Saturday, July 24, 2010

It only took 14 Hours.....19 Hrs.....23?.....28! Really??


It was scheduled as a relatively easy trip with some time for some sleep, reading, movie watching, and anticipation. to Warsaw. Now 11:15 AM. No rush----United Flight departs for Chicago at 3:36 PM.

Then, it began,,,,,Amtrak was on the Summer schedule, which front loads departures from Portland. No mid-day train. So, we leave Saco 8:22 AM; arrive Boston North Station 10:24 AM. Cab to Logan, 10 minutes. Checked through to Warsaw. We are at the gate ready at 11:15 AM.

Time for lunch. We order chicken sandwiches. They are the result of some over exuburant cook laying on the pepper and everything else within reach. Even the FFs have taken on a serious off taste. Scrape off the pepper. Drink lots of water. Go for a walk. Have time to make last cell calls and send last emails.

The flight to Chicago goes very well, except they offered lunch. Got to get this food thing under control. The flight lands at 5:06 PM CDT. Getting to the international terminal proves more difficult than anticipated, seems everyone is confused with new security procedures---us too.

We get part way thru security and are told there is no food inside. Now we know why so many people were going back. Back to the food court. We get sandwiches from McDonalds. Taste good at half the cost. Back thru security.

Get to the gate and find the message posted: "3 hour delay, maybe longer." "Linda wait here. I will go to the counter." Back thru security. "Yes, that is correct. There are no alternatives. Please take these dinner vouchers." Still have this food thing all wrong. Back thru security.

Linda is sitting calmly knitting. Only 5 hours to wait. Sit down and start to read. Linda tells me time for a walk. Another item not properly coordinated. Go for a walk. Go for 2 walks. Finally, it is time...............

We star to board at 12:20 AM Friday. Now the primary language is Polish. Should have begun the language refresher much earlier than I did. Most people are carrying US passports; very few red Polish passports. The crew is very friendly and helpful; pass out soft warm blankets and pillows. At 1:00 AM we are finally airbourne bound for Poland.

We are again offered a hot dinner. Still got work on this food thing. We all fall asleep. The crew lowers the window shades and we all sleep for a few hours. When we awake it is to lunch. Linda notices a Scottie across the aisle from us in an open top carrier having some lunch also.

After 8.5 hours and 4800 nautical miles we land in Warsaw at 5:09 PM Friday Warsaw time. Yes, I know that you can fly from Newark to China in 13 hours. But, we came to Warsaw, not China.

Witamy w Warszawie!!!!!
Dahju

Ready to go; waiting for Saco Amtrak


Thursday, July 22, 2010

.....and we are off

Linda and I had Cathy Lund drive us to the Saco train station at 7:45 AM to board the Amtrak to Boston. It is from Boston that our journey will really begin to Poland.

To leave before 8 AM we had spend most of yesterday in last minute preparations. Some of them, such as getting catfood, could have been done earilier. Others were the result of having too much time to think. So you start dreaming up things that need to be done or added, such as getting that last bit of network cable. How many computers do we have with us!?

We have quite the act to follow. Kim and Todd have been doing an outstanding job with their blog. We intend to post something each day, to include some pictures.
Also, we will be dressing this site up as we go. It was created last night.

We are currently in Boston waiting for our flight to Chicago. Your has completed her emails and is now knitting. I have completed reading the Boston Globe and am now working on this first post. Seems everyone traveling now has a computer of some type they are on; few read newspapers or do paperwork. Ahhhh.............progress.

We have downloaded on the iPad three movies; for the trip: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Invictus and Katyn. With books and journals, we should avoid boredom.