When the war started, you were just a small child, of course you can’t remember much but what memories, if any, do you have from this period? If I were to start with the war, it would be the year 1942 or 1943, because when the war started I was barely 3 years old and … Continue reading Zofia Mazur →
I don’t know where my dad went. He wasn’t at home for almost a week. When German soldiers left the village he came back and his friend told him: “Don’t show the dog!” But how to hide a dog, where?!
What are your memories from World War II? I was born in November 1939 and World War II had started in September. I was born during wartime and what is worth mentioning is the fact that the Germans forbade giving birth at homes. There used to be district midwives who helped during house births. Now … Continue reading Andrzej Iwan →
I would like to present the story of Stanisław Iwach and his family – a family that travelled all the way to Wysoka, Poland from the Tarnopol voivodeship in the Eastern Borderlands. The story is presented by an elderly social activist in his eighties.
A story of Lidia, a daughter, and Natalia, granddaughter about their mother and grand-mother Anna Fokina, who have been forcibly moved to Germany and worked there on a plant as ostarbeiters.
The war began when Nadiia was not even a one year old, but the worst memories are connected with the post-war times, the famine of 1946-1947.
My great-granny didn’t know that in February 1943 her sister Motia, all her family including two children – Slavik and Valia – were killed by the SS officers.
Zofia Listosz was born in 1951, after the end of the war. In the interview, she spoke about the difficult life under the occupation, which her family and her dearest experienced. She also spoke about discovering history.
Mykola Pavlish wrote a story of his life in five school notebooks. His parents found these diaries in the old grandfather’s office. Stories, written by grandfather in his notebooks, are interesting and humanized, containing the information about historical events, specific people’s names and adventures. Such oral stories usually allow you to immerse yourself in not only your family history but also into the history of your homeland. I personally did not know my grandfather, because I was born a year after his death, but my father Oleh Pavlish told me this story.