Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Jan. 6: Insurrection or Picnic?

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  Jan. 6: Insurrection or Picnic Let me say right off the bat that I think the January 6th events in Washington D.C. were an insurrection. T...
Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Me and Thoreau and My Dad

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  On Henry David Thoreau’s 205th birthday  ME AND THOREAU AND MY DAD Thoreau is an author I love.  When my daughter was a kid, I would reel ...
Tuesday, June 21, 2022

I Can’t Boogie Anymore!

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 I Can’t Boogie Anymore! On June 22, I will be 74 years old, and as you can imagine I’ve been thinking a lot about aging recently and about ...
Friday, June 10, 2022

DO WE LEARN ANYTHING FROM HISTORY?

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Do we learn from history?  As my mother – a woman who lived through a lot of history – would say, "That's the question."   I’v...
Friday, May 27, 2022

THIS IS NOT NORMAL

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 THIS IS NOT NORMAL My daughter Lillian is an elementary school principal.  She wrote something a couple days ago in response to the school ...
Friday, May 20, 2022

WHAT THE SISTERS TAUGHT ME

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WHAT THE SISTERS TAUGHT US I received a letter recently from a fellow who frequently reads my columns in the Dziennik Zwiazkowy.  He was dis...
Friday, April 29, 2022

The War Goes On

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THE WAR GOES ON   Like you, I’m tired of hearing about Putin’s war against Ukraine.  It started two months ago on Monday, February 21, and e...
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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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