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The History Of 'J' Clan : An Enchanted Circuit

We all have families and each family's story is nothing less than Great.
I don’t know why mine should be different in terms that should be told publicly. 

Maybe because I think that it is just - different.
Everything is related with my Grandfather. He was the corner stone of all that I wanted to be. However, in my early childhood, I was raised by my grandmother.

The full name of my grandfather is John Ostewich. He was all Polish, Pure Polish and nothing less than Polish. Nevertheless, when I had a chance to become friends with Avas Tarasimowich, he told me that the roots of my name came from Tatar family and Genghis Khan. Avas was a leader of Tatar in Poland who took care about local mosque in my city - Gdansk. It always sounded funny to me but still that is precisely what he said.

John Ostewich was a very well educated, well-respected and extremely talented man. The degree of his knowledge can be expressed in the fact that he spoke 6 languages fluently - His native Polish, Greek, Latin, Russian, French, English plus he knew some Esperanto.

The only person with whom I can compare my grandfather in respect to knowledge and spirit was John Paul II who spoke fluently in 11 languages. My grandfather was a prototype of Polish Pope, long before Karol Wojtyla became the successor of Peter in Vatican. Grandpa studied in the University of Stefan Batory, which was located in Vilnius. It is the oldest university in the Baltic states and one of the oldest in Eastern Europe. It is the largest University in Lithuania. During the time of his study, Vilnius was a part of Poland.

John Ostewich was born in USA. Precisely, New Britain - Connecticut. In the end of XIX century, the father of my grandfather left Poland and arrived in America, looking for a better life. Around 1887, he originated a soap factory in New Britain. Life was good. John was born in a loving and very healthy family. As far as I know, life of my clan, before the events which I shall mention later was almost perfect and harmonious.

Grandpa - a bright and brilliant man, decided to offer his life to God and become a Priest. His family was Christian Catholic since generations. He was sent to Poland to study which was best known to my clan: The University of Stefan Batory in Vilnius and next he was on the verge of becoming a Priest.

It was just 2 months before the final blessings of my grandfather becoming a full Priest. He and his friends decided to enjoy the last party before taking vows of full celibacy. They went to a very exclusive night club with live music and entertainment. The speciality of this place was so called ~ Fore Dancers. I could not find the meaning for the word 'Fore Dancers' but as I was explained, they were highly educated ladies who gave company to guests. Not prostitute or geisha - nothing of the sort, just eloquent conversation, dance, lighting the men’s cigars (my grandfather never smoked) and things like that.

One of the Fore Dancers in this place was my grandmother. Around 9 months since this night, my first uncle was born, and path of my grandfather as a Priest was totally abandoned. 

I still keep thinking that the curse on my clan, which, from time to time, caused huge distractions in my family, can serve to be a balm on his broken vows and promises to God. The love was achieved and consumed, and the Paradise was lost forever.

I heard from several members of my family that my grandmother was Jewish but she converted to Christianity due to my grandfather. Certainly, none other than my father would be sure about that. However, as far as I know and experienced, she was totally a Christian Catholic. Nevertheless, I am sure that she knew the art of Magic. The manner in how  she cooked, with big pots on the stove, adding and mixing things, and talking to herself all the time, would leave you with no doubts that she is reaching the spirits. To add to it, she had all this notion of folk superstitions. Like, you should never put loaf of a bread upside down, which can cause an argument in the family. Or, you should never shake hands with someone in a door frame, as it could bring bad luck. Also, when she saw cats washing themselves or licking a lot, she used to say, “Well, guests are on the way.”And she was right most of the time. She had spread all kinds of signs, all over the house and attached to the windows or door frames as well. When I asked her once about them, she responded that it is for good luck and protection. 

Life with grandma was all about the life of the huge garden we had. We took care of our little Paradise. Our life was changing, as life of our garden was changing through the year. Basically the idea was 'To make the garden so as to bore the most enjoyable fruits and keep them ready and handy through the winter.' 

Fall was always busy - extremely busy. Jams, gelatos, jelly, fruit compotes in jars, fresh fruits stock used to be there all over the cellar. All had to be prepared for the cold times. Plus, what was extra was sold at the local market.

 She always wanted me to remember that I am very precious and unique, and that one day, I will surprise the world. She taught me that the most important thing which should never be forgotten in life is God, Honour and Fatherland. She never used any violence but she talked. When she wanted something to be done and when you had different ideas about your time - she talked.  Over and over again, repeatedly bringing forth all your mistakes and failures, it was a 24/7 torture. She used to convert all your problems into stories and talked to herself and you had to witness that. That was a very powerful a method and after awhile you was left with no choice but just to do as she wanted. She dominated household totally - inside, outside and all around. 

Uh !!! Her stories were killers. She smoked a pack of cigarettes per day and lived into her 80s, which shouldn’t encourage you at all. 

My grandfather soon found out that his first son is not his at all. It didn’t change his feelings much. He accepted him totally and raised the child like his own. My first uncle - Uncle Jerry, passed away just 2 months ago. He left his family in a deep sorrow and with the best memories of him.

The Influence of my grandfather on me was his constant presence and being in peace.  He used to be sitting on a bench in the garden under the shade of a huge cherry tree and I'd suppose was meditating. He had a strong, healthy framework of his mind, like a schedule.
Wake up at 6 in the morning.
Wash himself and get ready for the day.
Put the fire in all the furnaces around the house during winter and always in the kitchen.
Have his breakfast.
Some work around the house and rest.

I still remember the cold winter mornings in bed and the heat which he made by burning the wood and coal in the room furnace. It was an extremely pleasant experience.

He didn’t talk much to me but he adored all my help. He was always saying, “Good. Good. Very good.” An, I would readily die to hear that. 

Only one time he called me to his cabinet, sat in front of his desk, and let me wait until he finished his writings. He always used a pen. Then he came to me, put his hand under my chin, and said in English, “boy”. After that he asked me to repeat. Next, we were repeating the word “boy” till the point when I sounded exactly like him. He went over in the same way with the word "girl".

“That should be good,” he said in the end.
“Listen.” he added.
“There are 3 stories to tell which you should know and remember forever.” 

And he started.

“When I was travelling on a ship from America to study in Poland, a huge storm unleashed. We were certain that this was the end and it was just a matter of time before we would die. We were already sitting in the life boats wearing life jackets and waiting to be landed into the water. It would not change much, there were no chances. I prayed at that time and promised the Lord that if it is His Will that I survive, I will sacrifice all my life into his service. Suddenly, the storm all cleared out and we were saved.

Remember always ~ When you borrow you have to return.

I was very young and once...”, he continued. "I was invited by friends. They played cards and gambled, I didn’t want to play, I am not a good player, and I never played. But somehow the prospect of winning took me in. I played with them and started winning. I was very excited. As we played the stake of money was becoming bigger and bigger. I was completely overwhelmed. Soon, I was taking much bigger risks and was winning. Suddenly, I got a very strong card and was sure that I would win. So, I put all what I had on me, plus my house and everything – and I lost. After that, I never played or gambled again.

Remember ~ Never play or gamble, even with friends. Nobody will play with you if you have nothing to lose.”

“Yeah,” he stood up from his chair and walked towards the window. Looking at the garden he said,

"There is the city out there whose buildings are reaching the sky. They call this city as New York. You have to go there one day and see that.”

This was my grandfather. When he died, the local Parson during the mass said before we put him into the grave,

“John Ostewich was a Director of our high school and the person who established the whole education system in our region after the Second World War. During the war, he was selflessly helping others, hiding them and saving them from the clutches of the invaders. When he received the highest medal for his courage and dedication, he said, ‘I didn’t do much. I didn’t wear any weapon. I don’t know how to use them.’ 

"Mr. Ostewich, You fought with your wisdom and pen that is much better than many others who used guns. You educated and showed hundreds of students the righteous path. They are holding now many important positions in our society and all over the world and they are your best legacy." 

“In the end”, the Parson continued, "John Ostewich was my beloved Principal. I remember once, the book with our class marks was stolen and next was found burned. All accusations were thrown on me, but I did not do it. Scared, lost, and in despair, with my heart in my throat, I was taken to the Director's room to talk with Mr. Ostewich.

He had looked at me for some time and had asked,

“Did you do it?”
I said, “I swear upon God I did not do it, Mr. Director.”
Then he said, “You can go. Nothing will happen to you. I believe you. There is goodness in you.”

In conclusion, the Parson told us, “John Ostewich was a pedagogue, who with every one of His steps followed the rule - If you wish to teach Math to Jim, You have to not only know Math but you have to know Jim as well.”

My family mainly consists of doctors, teachers, artists and managers. The Father of my father was a teacher. Because he was teaching the Polish language, he was sent to Siberia in Russia. My father spent 5 years there from the age of 5 onwards till 10. Dad told me once that it was a beautiful place - very pure, natural and pristine but hard to live in. During winter, his mother used to be pulling him over snow in a woollen bag which used to be used to keep potatoes in for 15 k in minus 40 degree C temperature to get some milk and food. He never came back from this place. He always keeps some food stock in his home, just in case of need. He tries to save everything, just to keep it, just to have it handy for bad days. His mind is still in the frozen lands of Siberia.

My father met my mother by accident in Wroclaw, one of the oldest and most beautiful cities in Poland. He was a student at that time, an athlete, swimmer and a champion. He was on the way to become a building engineer, she was learning to become a dental technician. During this particular day, she was hanging laundry on the balcony in her campus and one of her scarf’s was blown by the wind and fell down under my father's foot. He returned the scarf and they fell in love at the first sight.

In the spectrum of my family, you can find everything. My brother’s girlfriend has a sister and she married a guy who is from Turkey. He is Muslim and a great guy. He is a cop in the Toronto police force. Unfortunately, my brother and his fiancée due to certain jealousy issues split and their marriage did not materialize. Perhaps Curse again.

My clan was touched many times with several problems and challenges but we are overcoming them all. Grandma had always a talent to do business. After the war and repatriation, she opened a bakery in a new place and business did very well. We were busy and making good money. We had a big house and amazing garden. We were on top and all was going great. One day, one of our servants took all what we had collected and kept at home and disappeared. All money, family jewellery were gone in a snap of the finger. We had to start all over again. We valued money and its power tremendously but through the years we learnt and understood that they are petty papers.

I wrote this as I promised and as I was asked. Something real and not fantasy. It is real as much as it can be. Names were a bit changed for privacy protection of people involved. I hope I won’t be judged harshly for who I am. 

I am a fruit of my clan ~ of my family.


My mother - Danuta.
She looks like Elisabeth Taylor to me.
I am sure she is in heaven now.
All the best mom.
Bolek Bolek 41-45, M 59 Responses Jan 26, 2013

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After reading about Pit, I wondered, what other stories does this man have?
This is beautiful.
I had to laugh when I read about Grandpa's second rule on no gambling when I asked you if you were a gambler. And I had to go back and re-read your reply to my question.

so thought provoking. There are so many similar threads of our few conversations and what you have written.

You are so talented.

I am very that we have so in common.
Very touched and happy.
I am glad that we meet.
It is going to be fantastic adventure Spirit of the Land.

wow amazing and inspiring

Thank you.
I am sure all will be good.
It will be much more ability to move around and make some choices.
However home is always home at some point we have to make up our mind - do I want to be myself or be around people I love. I chose freedom of expression, my soul is homeless but I believe I life in the best now country on this planet. Listen to Canadians they have everything. Almost the biggest land and all kind of resources. They are independent and they don't need anything that is way when they give they give for sure.

you are welcome , but i am who should say thank you .

I was born in Poland but I am Canadian now.
Here we don't give too much and too often but we do that all the time freely. It is spontaneous and not directed on anything beside giving. It has only one reason behind we feel very good when we give.

Beautifully written! You kept my attention and I can tell you, NOTHING holds my attention for long!
Every clan has it's curse, I believe.

Than you so much.
I hope that I can have more of your attention if not all.
Yes I agree with the curse but it is just way of thinking when something happen. Not much can be done about that then nothing to be worry about it. Let is be.

"Not prostitute or geisha - nothing of the sort" with all due respect I believe these words don't fit to your wonderful story. Everything else is flawless, well narrated, keeps the reader interested curious to go on. It tickles the mind with quotes, lighten hearts with smiles, the image of a powerful full of wit grandma comes alive. A grandfather anybody could fall inlove with. Loved the story of your parents first meet, how very romantic! What a beautiful mother! ..At this point I cannot understand what makes you say the family to have a curse, you seem to do quite fine, please try to blow that away from your mind. Why people could judge you is also over my head. Thank you for sharing your story, a great pleasure to read.

You are right. I just wanted make sure that nobody will get any wrong ideas. However I am aware that writing that can have very bad connotations. When I heard that first time I have a bit mix feelings next I learnt more and I wished that all will understand full meaning of Fore Dancer.

I have some other thoughts on the side:

I know very well or in some way as much as I can know growing in different culture difference between prostitute and geisha. However in both cases - prostitute and geisha we have sexual aspect involve. Am I right ? In case of Fore Dancer there no sexuality at all. Zero. Null.

Plus in Buddhism prostitutes are highly regarded. Many times they are seen as Goddesses or holy for their selfless offering of body. I would imagine how difficult or almost impossible for me would be offering my body for somebody who I don't love. I just could not do it and they do a few times per day. Amazing!!!.

There is other part to it that I can fall in love in almost in half an hour but that is a different story. You have to know as well that it can be many levels of love here. I can say I love you today knowing you very shortly but when I will tell you the same after one week it will be still the same love but deeper and stronger and more mature. That is me I understand that It can be difficult to understand.

The love part it is about attraction of course but it is much more then that. If after half hour of knowing you I can tell you I love you I am ready to do almost everything for you I would not kill and stuff like that but other then that I am able to do it and I care about you. It is much more then feeling attraction and thinking - ooo she is so gorgeous! I would love to have her and have sex with here and notion in this direction.

Many prostitutes became enlightened because of their egolessness.

In case of curse I have written short of my life story. I will post it in the end of the week. Maybe knowing that you will understand more. I can add more of my understanding on that believe as well next.

About judgment. You should grow up in Poland. You would understand that this feeling of being judge came form my homeland. Judge and being accepted or rejected because of my roots. Happily I am in Canada now but it is a lot of Polish here than I can still carry the sentiment even when I am on line.

I would love if you would tell me all what you know and understand about geisha. I understand that you are Asian and form Japan. I am sure that have your inside about this topic could be amazing!!!

As well I would love to discuss with you submissive and dominant world issues very much so popular here and in western universe these days. I believe that you culture is the most suited to speak about it. I am sure that sharing your wisdom on that it can be compassionate and great lesson for others.

Thank you kindly for your comment.

Whow! What an answer, thank you! For sure you are not only a writer but you seem to have a heart overflowing with feelings. How lovely!
The words I nagged about, felt as wouldn't fit only because were given a chance to people to guess you are judging the geisha or the prostitute. The level of your write is high, it can make it perfectly beautiful without judging. It could be simply said "no sexual aspect involved". I only live in Japan for many years, am not Japanese, my hat off to you, for your knowledge is way wider than mine. The talk about love,was very interesting and nice yet you seem to put a great emphasis on the skinship on the sexual part of it. I guess and hope enlightment is when you go beyond it.
The true love offer maybe should come natural without choice without judge without expectations. A mere example: Could we love a chair simply for being there under our eyes? For offering us a place to sit? I am not exchanging any sexual pleasure with the chair yet I feel a bond to its roots and I am thankful for everybody and every event that brought this chair to me. Such may be the love I feel for each being and each thing. I am not trying to teach anything sorry. It is for each of us to widen the opening of our hearts. I still crave for the learning how not to fear of being hurt or judged . But until I don't get rid of it inside my heart I feel is still a long way...Thank you, I appreciate each of your words, may I offer back a humble love and smiles .

I thought that using terms - prostitute or geisha in that context would mean no sexual aspect. These two ways are valid and naturally can be exchange. I made my choice and I feel good about it. I explain here as well way I did that.

That is very interesting that you are coming now with chair analogy in context to love. I would love to believe that all is done by love it is much easier to deal with situation when chair is not there anymore. Whatever we teach we teach ourselves the most because when we really teach we have to believe that this is true and this way we make the truth stronger. It is very good analogy to thanks all who brought the chair and be thankful for their kindness. I am thankful.

Yes I talked about love and attraction. Enlightenment is about compassion not love I believe.

True love should come with all this elements which you mention and even more but who really can display such a love fully.

I ma not afraid to much about being hurt or judge I believe my intentions are pure and good but only me can know that for sure. However based on that understanding I am sure that results will be good. Then if there is the pain on the way it is for good.

Learning never stops and this is good part for sure.

I am offering you even more I am offering my unconditional love as much as I can understand that.

Thank you for your time kind words and your interest in me.

Deep bow for your kind soul! Oh there's no need for thanks you already filled a corner of my heart with a thousand and created space for other more! Trully joyed the effortless flow of a thoughtful hand, you've done a finest write, It is me the one to endless whisper : Thank You!

There is no you without me. There is no me without you.

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Thank you very much.

Delightful sharing. Very interesting and enjoyable

You are so classy. Wow. Great.
Thank you so much.

this made me smile. Yes, these stories are precious. And my family has a dramatic story too, and the Curse too, a lot came rushing back while I read your story! A lot of family history my mom and dad have told me in parts during these 19 years of my, WOW.

Than you for your comment.
I am glad that you understand.

This was a pleasure to read. My grandfather always told me stories about my ancestors, I wish I would have wrote more of it down to remember. Reading your story makes me realize how different each person can be when it comes to history and how they grew up and lived different paths. Thank you for sharing :)

I am always happy to please by my writing and I am please when I can do that. A lot.
The wisdom of your ancestors is in you. I hope and I am sure you can write about that and share with others. There is so much good in it. If not there wisdom we won't be here. It is good and it works because we are here and it is great thing to share.

Thank you for your comment.

Great story of your family! So many don't know much of their family history so you are lucky to know all of this. Thank you for sharing.

My pleasure and thank you.

This is Simply Beautiful. Thank You for sharing. Ir is because of Family like yours & You that we learn of the beautiful hings and slso life that the Creator bestows upon us. Thank You again.*** Hugs, LW

Thank you so much.
You are very kind.
Thank you very much.
Love. Peter

Thank you, I love your story, so detailed and its wonderful that you got to lived with each one. I love the picture. Great tribute to your family. Can't wait to read more of your stories.

I love to share.
I do that with pleasure.
Especially about my family. It is great pleasure.
I am happy as well to meet you on the path.
Thank you.

You are so lucky to know your families history....wonderfuly written.

Thanks. Yea - thank you very much.

That was a beautiful story. I love that you know so much about the history of your family. My favorite line was the one used at your grandfather's funeral by the pastor. "If you wish to teach Math to Jim, You have to not only know Math but you have to know Jim as well.” That so expresses what real teachers are.

I enjoyed the picture of your mother. I think she was so beautiful. Thank you for your writings.

Than you for your wisdom. Thank you for your beauty.
Thank you for all of you and being friends.

that was such a joyride :) thank you for sharing your wonderful family story with all of us :) a family will always be a family :) for sure your dear mom is so proud of you :) Do what you love to do :) and it seems like you love writing :) Never let anyone take it away from you ... :)

Very thoughtful.
Thank you for your beautiful comment.
I hope I can write to the end of my days.

What a nice tribute to your family...reading this was a bit like going on an adventure...thank you for sharing!

Life is adventure.
I am glad that we can live through it together as friends.
My pleasure.

very rich with detail. impressive very good.

Thank you very much.
At least I am rich now.


Wonderfully well written. You have an amazing family, and a lovely attitude toward them. Thank you for sharing

Thank you. It was very warm and pleasant experience to read your comment.
In Poland we have saying that family looks the best on the picture.
However I have no doubt about strength of my family.
My pleasure.

I think you have naughty genetic inherit from your grandfather and grandmother. Your grandad was a priest and went to night club. Your grandmother had pregnant before married. Wow... this was very naughty. But your grandmother was a strong woman. She could struggle with the snow in minus 40. If i were your grandmother I would have died. They were going well together. 

It was funny story about your mom and dad.I think they were going well together.  This true story is weird and really entertainment me.

Thank you so much for your comment.
I am glad that you like it.

Well done. Your words express the deep love, respect, gratitude and story you carry for your family. I truly believe we all need to hear these kind of keep us all connected. Thank you.

Wow. That sounds great for sure.

I came to admire and like your family :0) touching

Family, family, family. There is nothing better than family.
Thank you

Well, what can I say but "A job well done!'. As expected, you precisely wrote your clan's history and very interesting... Keep it up!

I am sure I wrote this way.
I will.

Peter you come from a rich culture and a rich family life. I see some of myself in these paragraphs and realize that we are not so different after all.:) Thanks for sharing this part of you and your family. Your Mom is beautiful by the way. Lots of love is in this story and shows in many ways. You have a lot to be proud of and I'm proud to call you my dear friend. Love and hugs to you! God Bless! Martha

Thank you Martha.
I am glad that you see always beauty in world around you.
Love always kept us together and moved forward.
Thank you for love. My love back to you.
Thanks for kind words about my mom.
God will be with you and your close once.

I love history and enjoyed your story so much. You must not believe there was or is a curse on your people! You come from a clan of great people! I wish I had knowledge of my ancesters'lives...the details are so precious.Your story made my day, and I look forward to more from you. Thank you!

Thank you. Thank you and thank you.
Please do read more and I will do everything to make your days bright.

What a loving ,thoughtful post.

Thank you so much.

I agree with blonde2521...extraordinary story.

Thank you.

P.S your mother's picture is BEAUTIFUL

Thanks for that.

what a wonderful story, i felt like i was sitting on a chair watching most of it happen and could nearly smell your gradmamas cooking..... absolutely loved it

Wow - sounds great.
Thank you.

Such an amazing story. And you told it wonderfully. Your mother is beautiful by the way!!! ^_^ Thanks for sharing.

Thank you very much.
In the name of my mother.

Superb and thanks for the share!

My pleasure.
Long live India!

AH! I loved your family story,it's amazing how little turns in life can change our direction for ever;how your grandfather meet your grandmother.Even though your grandfather didn't end up being a priest,he still worked for god.God obviously had other planes for him,where he knew he would be better suited.When a person becomes that close to our father,there is no mistakes in direction of our life's. I enjoyed it very much,it's your nicest words yet.

Thank you.
I will try to be even better with my words if you don't mind.
I hope you are doing well.
Thank you so much for your support.

great story of the evolution of a wonderful family full of love,understanding and compassion.

Sounds amazing.
Thank you.

Oh,how i envy you..very good story :)

Thank you so much.
I hope you are having great time on here.

It was beautifully written, I really enjoy the words you write

Were I to meet you again for the first time

Were I to meet you again for the first time,
But in a different orchard, in a different wood—
Perhaps for us the trees would sigh differently,
Extended into infinity under a misty hood...

Perhaps among the furrowed green you'd reach your hands
For other flowers, trembling as they were birds—
Perhaps from your undiscerning, unknowing lips
Would fall some other words—some other words...

Perhaps into a cascade of flaming roses
The sun would force our souls to burst for good,
Were I to meet you again for the first time,
But in a different orchard, in a different wood...”
Boleslaw Lesmian

that's really beautiful :)

Enjoyed it! :-)

Thank you very much.
My pleasure.

nice story - it was more than a fiction

I am glad that you see that way.
All the best for you my friend.
Thank you.


Sure bro.

no to czekam, pozdrowienia,pa

p.s. Beautiful Mother!

Love you.

Thank you so much for sharing yourself and your family! A rich heritage you have. Would love to get more. *hugs*
It is good to share ourselves in this way. I'll work on this.

My pleasure.
Thank you for hugs.
Hugs back.
I will write more for sure.

Very nice. I can relate very much to the mystery, admiration, and love that you have for your grandfather. I think that you could very successfully write a whole book on your family. There is something very alluring about reading how people forge their way in this world and finding out that family means something different to each person.

We are all different and we all feel different.
Family is something what we have for sure.
We are result of our family.
OUR family is who we are or wish to be.
I hope that we have here common understanding even if we are different.

Thank you for sharing. It is nice to read something that is "authentic" and just history and your story. A glimpse into someone's family. How personal!

I was practicing a bit with fantasies to be able better write about history and reality.
Thank you.

so beautiful, it brought back many so many memmories as child with my grandmother I loved so much. Yes indeed you made me cry. Very good. Once again you took me inside the story and i become the caracter.

Hay! Can I do anything on this planet that you would not cry?
Thank you.
I am glad that you like it.
I hope there were tears of happiness.

i hope so, it was tears of tears not happiness not sadness it touched me.

Beautifully written. Love your family history. Your mother was a stunning woman. hugs&smiles***

She would be very happy knowing how much you like her.
Thank you.

You are welcome. You grandmother however was quite similar to mine. lol hugs&smiles***

Family background :)


nice writing as always. Thank you for sharing a part of you and your family. I enjoyed the read.

Thank you.
After yours and all this extra ordinary comments which I receive.
I would say. I love you people. All of you. You are so good too me.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Sorry that I am expressing this here but your greatness and all what happen today made me feel so good.
I don't know how to explain how grateful I am.
I am saying I love you, I love you, I love you.
People you are so good!!!

Good writing, good lessons and beautiful mother!

Thank you so much.

Oh what a beatuiful lady your MOTHER !! Your family story oh my god very touching yet very strong in so many way's >> Interesting life story ,Thank's for shareing >>> I think your wonderful my Friend !!!!!

I am with you in my prayer.
I know how tough is to lose somebody close to your heart.
It took me 5 years after my mother pass away.
I hope you will be OK in no time.
I am with you during this difficult days.
Thank you for your wonderful and optimistic comment in spite of circumstances.

Thank's for being the friend i so need Especially in this time of my lost..
It takes time to heal in the death of a love one as to lose a parent to me is the hardest , I so know how you feel as i too lost my Father 7yrs. ago .. I yet not healed after all i was his baby girl >> My heart goes out to you in the passing of your mom>>
Your truely the best >>>

I loved reading your family's story. I used to work in New Britain, CT. There is an old building there, covered in graffiti, with overgrown landscaping... It seems I remember someone telling me it was a soap factory long ago. I wonder now if its the same place your grandfather owned.

It could be.
I had a chance talk with people from New Britain.
I had some information from the ground there.
I spoke with city officials when my mother was applying for American citizenship. They send us all documents about my family there. All the documents are photocopied and store on films in City Hole. Amazing system.

Thank you.

What a lovely recollection from your life.(and she does look like Elizabeth Taylor) I don't believe God curses people for things like having to leave the priesthood to raise a child he thought was his.Especially since upon finding out it wasn't he was the good man to love and raise the child as his own.I believe God knew that child would need a father,a very special one.Although terrible trials come,I am sure many blessings from his goodness follow the family also.How very rich is your heritage.I would love to know more.

Thank you.
I will try to write more.
God - I would love to talk to him for sure.
HE has a lot of explanations to do.

He certainly does, my friend :)

Love this story alot. My maternal great grandparents were from Warsaw! I don't believe your parents meeting was accidental either! Keep on writing because your stories are so good!

They met...
etc ...
The reason could be to have great kids.

But kids were left with no family and couldn't learn how made their own families in the best possible way.

I don't blame them for anything.

However when child don't see and learn from parents what great family can be and should be. It is difficult to him establish his or her own family in the bast possible way later.

Thanks. I will.

And maybe that is why you where given your grandparents to show you how great family can be.

Make sense.
I am very glad that you are so positive and can transform all into bright.

I try to be sometimes I have to take a step back from my own life to make myself see things this way.

Well - you are good at it.
I hope it will transform totally into you life.
You can always practice with me.
Feels good.

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Love it, very well writen although I do not believe your parents met by accident as I believe everything in life happens for a reason.

They met.
They fall in love.
They were happy for some time.
He was totally crazy about here. Totally.
He was extremely jealous. Extremely.
She could not stand it. She left.
I was 6 at that time.
After some time they were friends. maybe there is the reason.
I understand what you are saying.
I can agree with that.
Just...The scarf fall down and they saw each other and there was love right the way. That what they told me - separately.

I still believe it happened for a reason, maybe the reason was you, if they had not met you would not exist....

When you wrote that I was just answering above.
I did not see what you wrote it.
Coincidence or there is reason behind that?

I dont believe in coincidence, as I said earlier I believe everything in life happens for a reason.....

Make sense.
I am all for it.

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I enjoyed reading your story. It was very well written. You're a great writer.

Thank you so much.
My pleasure.

This is so far the best, Was intriguing throughout reading it. you should be very proud of your work. i am very much into family genealogy and have been for years. This kept me hanging on throuh the whole story. Thanks for this-most people wouldn't care much for this . Should be published. Wish this was a way I was raised. Keep up the excellant work Your a god son and as handsome as beautifull as your mother is..

Thank you for all complements.
My mother had very tough life but she always know how to stay beautiful.
The way how she ate, talked, worked, spend this little free time she had. She was always looking great. No weak points. I would think that it has to be very tiring to behave in such a perfect way. But for her it was just natural.

What a beautiful and touching story of your family. Thank you my friend.

I am glad that you are spending time with me.
You are peace and love and you look great.
Thank you for you friendship.

thank you for sharing your life. sweet tribute to your family

Yes it is.
I hope it is.
I believe we are strong enough and pure in our actions and intentions.
What happened - just happened. I am 1000000% sure they all want the best for each other and others.

Thank you

My friend I couldn't resist reading your testimony. What interested me most is when you wrote that your grandfather is just like Pope Paul II who by the way is my favorite. I met him in person and proud enough to say that I was able to kiss his blessed hand with Mother Teresa in between.

Your story is a very interesting and you described the whole thing where as I read it I felt as if I was there myself. You are a good writer, my friend.

Your grandfather has a similar story like mine. If ever he didn't continue to become a priest take it as God's will, he has a mission to accomplish in this world. I entered the convent and was there for 4 years but the convent life was not for me either. My health is the obstacle. You have to have a perfect health to stay inside.

I was close for some time with Carmelite barefoot - sorry I am not sure if translation is right. You can check on net - Karmelitanki Bose Gdynia. It is sort of monastery. They have a house in my city. In the age of 18 they close them self to the rest of their life. Forever in a house in service for Christ. I think that was to most toughest approach and sacrifice. Only few can make it. Only few.

We search. We tried to find our place. We wish to be happy and make others happy. So far so good. We are still here.

Thank you for your comment.

What you can say about John Paul II..The best Pope in the history of Church. The one who I can see and make sure that I am right with my views about him.

I meant to mention that you have a very beautiful mother. I was so in a hurry to leave for my class that I cut my respond short. Thanks for sharing it was a beautiful masterpiece.

My pleasure.
It makes me very happy to know that you like it so much.

Thank you for sharing that with everyone..I so enjoyed reading it...marvelous!!!

Thank you for your acceptance.
I feel safe and happy when you are around.
I trust you and your wisdom.

Czeszcz ;)

Hej. Co slychac?
Jak sie masz?
Dzieki za przeczytanie mojej histori.
Do you speak Polish?
Thanks for dropping by and reading me.
I wish you amazing time.

Nó tak, alle tylko trochę :o
Dobra baika. Dziękuję ;)

Thanks Peter for a warming account of your family tree. You have had lots of experiences.

I am glad that I could share it with you.
It could make good movie or book.
It is very educative story.
Thank you.

What a great history. Your mother was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that. xoxo

Thank you.
She was extra ordinary and tried to love everybody.
My pleasure.