Apologies – this post was unexpectedly delayed due to a family member with a sudden case of appendicitis. He is doing fine now.
In important piece of Henry’s story is his collection of letters from both Auschwitz and Buchenwald. I had never seen these in history books or seen anything like them. When I asked a woman from church to Continue reading
Visiting the National Archives and Records Administration in College Park, MD proved fortuitous and educational at the same time. In my five days of research in Washington D.C., I had only allotted one day for the National Archives. I could have spent a week digging through history.
I’ve had two encounters with Poles that assured me I’ve learned more than I thought.
Consider my new friend Viola. I met her at a party in May and instantly felt a connection. She moved to the States from Poland when she was in the sixth grade, not speaking a word of English. The 1970’s was the height of Polak jokes and before an unknown Pole
In August 1939 Henry Zguda renewed his driver’s license, swam in several water polo competitions, and got beaten up on a Sunday afternoon date with his girlfriend for ‘looking like a Jew.’ Henry wasn’t Jewish, but his friends were and he didn’t like Anti-Semites. The next day he went to the Krakow YMCA with his black eye and missing tooth. His friend Kazio, goal keeper for the water polo team, gathered other strong athletes and they went back to the same park to return the favor to those who would beat up Jews.