Today at my place is Grandmother's Day and tomorrow is Grandfather's Day. My maternal and paternal grandparents were not born on Poland. They were born in USA and France and they spent their childhood and early teenagers years there. Later they came back to their homeland but some of them were dissatisfied with their homeland. I understood them WWI, WWII and communism so they have experienced poverty and hunger. Terrible times..
I can say I didn't know my grandparents because they died when I was under ten. Only my paternal grandmother French born died when I was an adult.
I love family history and as my ancestors travelling. I have decided to write a book about my family. As I know it is going to be a serious challenge.
Two weeks ago I discovered where my great grandparent John died thanks to my distant cousin who lives in Florida.
John escaped from Poland because he wanted to avoid WWI. So he reached US and his aunts who lived there helped him to find a job. I believe he missed his family. He worked as a steel worker and because of the hard working condition he died from pneumonia. I don't know know what about his grave.
If John could speak he would write a poem..
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Coatesville and the cementary where my Dear John stayed forever. I hope so he rests peacefully and dreaming about their family who live oversea . And finally He is waiting for me. Be sure I am going to visit you... Now I have decided it is the most important for me.
And You are happy John because your son Sygmund who was 3 is with you on the same graveyard.