Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My Parents' Experiences as Polish Slave Laborers in Nazi Germany and Displaced Persons after the War

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Liberation of Buchenwald Concentration Camp, April 11, 1945

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On April 11, 1945, American troops liberated Buchnewald Concentration Camp.  It was a large camp housing about 80,000 prisoners, Poles, Sl...
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Friday, March 29, 2013

What My Father Believed: An Easter Post

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My father grew up in poverty, an orphan working on a farm in Poland. When he was 20, he was taken to a concentration camp in Germany.  ...
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Valentine's Day: A World War II Love Story

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My parents met in a concentration camp in Germany toward the end of World War II. My mom had been brought to Germany by the Nazis to wor...
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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Remembering My Mom

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My mother died seven years ago this January 18.  She died in a hospice in Sun City, Arizona.   When she died, we had her funeral s...
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Monday, November 19, 2012

Landscape with Dead Horses, Sept. 1939

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73 years ago on September 1. 1939, the Germans invaded Poland. Their blitzkrieg, their lightning war, came from the air and the sea and ...
Thursday, November 1, 2012

Visiting a Class

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My friend Barry Koplan invited me to speak to his class about my parents and their experiences in World War II.  Afterward, he wrote the ...
Tuesday, October 30, 2012

All Souls' Day

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When I was a child growing up in Chicago, All Souls Day wasn't a big deal. But in Poland it was.  At least that's what my parents s...
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John Guzlowski
I was born in a refugee camp in Germany after World War II, and came with my parents Jan and Tekla and my sister Donna to the United States as Displaced Persons in 1951. My Polish Catholic parents had been slave laborers in Nazi Germany. Growing up in the immigrant and DP neighborhoods around Humboldt Park in Chicago, I met Jewish hardware store clerks with Auschwitz tattoos on their wrists, Polish cavalry officers who still mourned for their dead horses, and women who walked from Siberia to Iran to escape the Russians. My poems try to remember them and their voices. These poems have appeared in my chapbook Language of Mules and in both editions of Charles Fishman’s anthology of American poets on the Holocaust, Blood to Remember. Since retiring from teaching American Literature in 2005, I've written two new books about my parents. My new poems about them appear in my books Echoes of Tattered Tongues (Aquila Polonica, 2017) and True Confessions (Darkhouse Books, 2019).
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