Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Language and Loss: Some More Thoughts

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A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog about language and loss . It was inspired by a conversation I have been having with Christina Sananto...
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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 fueled in pa...
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

September 1, 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 th...
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

DPcamps.Org and We Were Children

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I don't often recommend websites, but I want to share two with you. The first is We Were Children . I recently heard from Alexandra Gib...
Wednesday, June 4, 2008

May 3rd Polish Constitution Day, Update

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I got an email from a friend after my last post. He wanted to know how my father celebrated May 3rd, Polish Constitution Day . Here's ...
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Monday, May 19, 2008

MAY 3, POLISH CONSTITUTION DAY

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In the 50s, when I was a child growing up around Humboldt Park in Chicago, the biggest non-religious holiday was not Halloween or the 4 of J...
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Thursday, April 24, 2008

GROWING UP POLISH AMERICAN: UPDATE

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I posted a piece recently on this blog about Growing Up Polish American . One of the things I talked about was a series of photos I had once...
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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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