Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Thanksgiving Day Memories

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My mom loved Thanksgiving.  She loved getting up early Thanksgiving morning and stuffing the turkey and putting it in the oven and basting i...
Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Stay Home! Part 1

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Stay Home! My wife Linda and I love to cruise.  We started cruising about 30 years ago, and we only stopped when the pandemic showed up and ...
Sunday, October 9, 2022

ROACHES!

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Yesterday, I was reading an article online about the benefits of eating ants and other insects.  The piece talked about how insects are a go...
Tuesday, September 6, 2022

The Hardest Working Man in America

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  LABOR DAY Here's an old column I wrote for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy. It's about my Polish father and how hard he worked when he came...
Thursday, September 1, 2022

83rd anniversary of the start of WWII

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  The 83rd Anniversary of the Start of World War II  My mother didn’t like to talk about the war. When I was a kid, I would ask her, and she...
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 ...
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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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