Polish

Are you my great Grandma? For years my family has told me that our family originated in Poland… ahhhhh…so as I tried to sleep on our overnight train… I was thinking… I’m on my way to the Motherland- home at last!!! I enjoyed walking around looking into faces and trying to compare similarities. Sadly enough the only similarity I could see in this freezing weather was the ear-muff hat that I, along with all locals wore (Sorry, Uncle Andy… they only had them in girl sizes)...

REFLECTION

This weekend was a nice time to relax, enjoy new company, and eat lots of POLISH food! Even though many of things we experienced and saw were frightening and brought us back in history to WWII, it was good to see and take in. Here is some advice I received while touring Birkenau- “If we don’t know what went on in history, then we are bound to repeat it.”- or something along those lines