Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Hitler's Suicide Day -- April 30

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72 years ago today, Adolf Hitler committed suicide. Some historians say he killed himself with a cyanide capsule, others say he shot himself...
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Friday, April 28, 2017

Holocaust Remembrance Day -- Yom HaShoah April 23-24

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I can commemorate the Holocaust, but I can't do much more. I can't imagine it, I can't describe it, I can't understand...
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Thursday, April 27, 2017

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 ...
Friday, April 21, 2017

The Ovens and Bakers of Auschwitz

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The Ovens at Auschwitz "Three hundred and sixty corpses every half hour, which was all the time it took to reduce human flesh to ash...
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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Liberation of Buchenwald, 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...
Friday, April 7, 2017

My Sister's Mother: A Memoir of War, Exile, and Stalin's Siberia

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For 30 years, I have been reading memoirs and histories about Poles who survived the atrocities imposed on them by the Russians and the ...
Saturday, April 1, 2017

Hope is Our Mother

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A question I get often about my Polish parents is what kept them going during the war and after the war. I think part of the answ...
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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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