Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Mother's Day Poem

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Mother’s Day Poem I remember my mother, her old house, the miracle of her lov...
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Thursday, May 2, 2013

Nightmare's End--One Soldier's Story

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My wife's Uncle Buddy was one of the GIs who liberated the many concentration camps in Nazi Germany.  Several years ago he was interview...
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Friday, April 26, 2013

Language and Loss

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My friend the writer Christina Sanantonio and I have been having a conversation about writing about loss.   It’s a conversation that start...
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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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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