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Grandparents... wars... love...emotion :) ... my family have it all :).
My Great Grandfather had a brother who went USA, while my Grandfather had a brother whom he lost in WW2. A tragedy he always remembered. Something to do with the Germans...
My Grandmother was an all Polish lady... :) ... as ofcourse all my family, except probably my Great Great Grand Father (He is the point till which all our family remembers). My Grandmother was a very kind lady, origionally from Northern Poland. She had a very kind way of treating my mother. I've sometimes noticed my father hold her picture in his hand when he is tense. We all know how much she means to him...ofcourse, obviously. The day she died, my father was broken, he cried (thats the only time he was seen crying). Yes sir...my family have very interestingly tight bonds ... we are very close...even till us (me and my siblings).
From the begginging.... my Great Great Grand Father came from a very exotic country of the East (as reported). We was a merchant and at the same time a dervish. However, he met my Great Great Grand Mother (who was the PoLiSh WoMaN of her times :) ...) and decided to marry. It is said that she was the daughter of a very well respected and influencial Polish family... and they were very impressed with the mystical yet humble and handsome attributes of my Great Great Grand Father.
From there on, my family had only Polish (slavic) members. Polish Surname probably came from the very first offspring from the Union of my Great Great Grand Parents, probably realising that the family headed towards beings completely Polish. Every one in my family have Polish names...we are slavic (almost 100%)... white, blue eyed....well some even came out to be blondes! lol... Its not very easy to accept that we sprung from a man from the east...if not explained the family roots. I accept.
My Great Grand Parents were probably 3... but I only know about two. One who is my direct ancestor.... the other (his brother) who left for USA... probably they had communication, but its not recorded, and his whereabouts lost with my Great Grand Father and his wife (my Great Grand mother). My Great Grand Father was a very intelligent man. Inherited a good fortune from his father and mother, he married a simple Polish woman. She was probably a nurse... but it is said that she had the beauty which could dazzle the sun! They together had a very good home. Though frowned upon at first, but things didnt turn out to be too bad for them.
My Grandfather had a brother, who got murdered by the Germans. A tale of courage and patriotism...plus deep moral belief surrounds his death. My Grand father could never forgive the reasons for his brother's demise. He had a girlfriend, whose disappeared after the war ... I would like to call her a Grandma too :), they were supposed to marry, she also was Polish ofcourse.
My Grand father was a very friendly man, his wife was a saint (symbolically). Their love for each other created powerful hearts throughout my family. My Grandmother had an uncanny skill of solving the most difficult problems, specially related to the family. Her dignity was probably an inheritance from her ancestors, who could be traced to almost all the greatest chivalrious events in the history of Poland. Her presence demanded an special honor which I have heard that even my Grand Father recognised. However, she was humble all the time. My Grand father was a loving man... passing on the knowledge of family, and why we must keep our values intact. And how we hold our own identity with our personality. And how and why this is precious for us.
My father is a man in whom there is not found one little dot of dishonesty. I cannot say more of him, as it would seem obvious from a son to his father. My mother... :) ... my greatest support. Someone I should always have listened. I do listen to her... but there are exceptions....but she allows me to learn. And we share a great trust.
In all of the family history.... none of them had anything to do with alcohol/ intoxicants, and we had no divorces/seperations or events of shame (as defined by us) in our family. Christianity is followed, but I am not into that.
Morality is considered cornerstone in our lives :).
Poland is not just a country for us...its home.... its history, its past and present...its the current memory, and future prospect.
(I wonder if anybody read that big story :D)
