SereneAmbition
Click to view larger image Click to view larger image Click to view larger image
SereneAmbition
May 2012
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
   
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
   
             

Poland Remembered III

Monday Apr 09 2007


By Stu Whitley

Bio

This is the third in a four-part series. 


The new museum dedicated to the Battle of Warsaw is a compelling place to visit. It opened the weekend we arrived, and the queue stretched around the block. But after being informed of Dad’s participation in the battle, we were afforded special treatment, moving quickly to the head of the line. Serious deference is paid to elders. People give up their seats on trains and trams; seniors are acknowledged in the streets, especially those who, like my father, wore the pin bearing the insignia of the resistance, a stylized ‘P’ with curving feet. He did not wear the Cross of Valour, awarded to him in absentia, for sustained courage in the face of the enemy. This an honour I only learned about recently.[Read More]

Written by eldering at Learning
Join discussion COMMENTS [0]

Tagged with: battle history poland warsaw

Poland Remembered II

Monday Mar 26 2007


By Stu Whitley

Bio

This is the second in a four-part series.


There is no country more tragically concerned with war, oppression and the visitation of death than Poland. This is saying something for a continent riven by ethnic and political conflict for millennia. It is my impression that war—and in particular, the Second World War—casts a long shadow there, for the occupation by the Soviet Union that followed for nearly half a century afterward had its bitter roots in that conflict. The scars are yet there, literally. In the large block in Lublin where my father lived as a boy, a line of machine gun bullets fired 67 years ago is neatly stitched across the stone façade.[Read More]

Written by eldering at Learning
Join discussion COMMENTS [0]

Tagged with: memory poland war

Poland Remembered ... and my Father

Monday Mar 12 2007


By Stu Whitley

Bio

there's a fading, sepia photograph of me, shipboard, clutching my mother's hand
immigrants to a new life, worlds separated by an ocean from all that was then known
taking seven days to cross.

[Read More]

Written by eldering at Learning
Join discussion COMMENTS [0]

Tagged with: aging generations grave hegel poland

Font size
SereneAmbition

Search Blog

SereneAmbition
SereneAmbition

Email Subscription

SereneAmbition