Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Stories of Four Poles

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The population of Poland was about 36,000,000 when the Nazis decided to destroy the country and its people. Six million of them died. The ...
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Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving Day

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My people were all poor people, the ones who survived to look in my eyes and touch my fingers and those who didn’t, dying instead of fever, ...
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Saturday, October 31, 2009

All Souls Day

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When I was a child growing up in Chicago, All Souls Day wasn't a big deal. My parents would tell me stories about what it was like in P...
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Mermaid and the Messerschmitt: War Through a Woman's Eyes, 1939-1940

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I've been looking forward to this memoir by Rulka Langer for a very long time. It's the first publication of Aquila Polonica , a ne...
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Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Men From the East Were Terrible

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70 years ago today the Soviet Union invaded Poland from the east and divided up the country with the Nazis. In some places in Poland, they l...
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Waiting to Be Heard: The Polish Christian Experience Under Nazi and Stalinist Oppression 1939-1955

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I first met Dr. Bogusia Wojciechowska over the internet about five years ago. Someone sent me a note about her and her work, and I got in...
Monday, September 14, 2009

Poland to Buffalo Through World War II

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  I recently received the following information regarding the upcoming conference (Oct. 3-4) sponsored by the Andy Golebiowski and the Poli...
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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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