Thank you, Alice, for the gift of this so painful/beautiful story of your blond-haired father, your dark-haired mother, their love, courage, determination. Your very undramatic writing about such a huge story makes the experience even more powerful. I love reading the comments too, and am touched by how some of your readers weave into your "theme."
A beautiful happy ending - and new beginning - in this story of your parents after what they had each endured. Told, as ever, with care, good research, and love. The wedding dress gift is truly an evocative image. Thank you.
Like all the previous chapters of your parent’s story, this one left me in tears. I am sorry that your mom did not live long enough to feel that she could let you into her life before you were born. I am sure a-few more years would have broken her silence. Thank you for giving her a voice.
I was very moved by your parents' love for each other despite coming from different backgrounds. Your mother's determination and refusal to return to Poland were astounding. She really had a vision.
What a beautiful story. I like how you use the wedding dress as a symbol of hope and acceptance for your parents newly settled in Canada, and how this dress remained in the family, cherished for all these years.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, Alice. Those of us with parents who were immigrants are indebted to their courage and hard work and to this imperfect but better than most country that gave them and us much to be grateful for. I’ll raise a glass this evening to those who gave us so much.
How vividly you bring your parents to life, Alice! And once again, perhaps my mother was one of those U.N. workers in Germany urging her to go back to Poland. Mum's job was to help refugees find a place to go. I'm glad your mother's story ended so well, as did mine.
I was very happy to read that your Mom, when arriving in Canada, worked for a kind employer. What a difference that must have made to her after all the cruel experiences she endured during the war!
Superb!
gorgeous Alice - oh I loved this.
What a beautiful story.
Reading your writing. One of life’s momentary pleasures.
Such a well drawn portrait of how your parents met. I had not known about this Canadian immigration program for displaced persons.
Thank you, Alice, for the gift of this so painful/beautiful story of your blond-haired father, your dark-haired mother, their love, courage, determination. Your very undramatic writing about such a huge story makes the experience even more powerful. I love reading the comments too, and am touched by how some of your readers weave into your "theme."
A beautiful happy ending - and new beginning - in this story of your parents after what they had each endured. Told, as ever, with care, good research, and love. The wedding dress gift is truly an evocative image. Thank you.
Like all the previous chapters of your parent’s story, this one left me in tears. I am sorry that your mom did not live long enough to feel that she could let you into her life before you were born. I am sure a-few more years would have broken her silence. Thank you for giving her a voice.
I was very moved by your parents' love for each other despite coming from different backgrounds. Your mother's determination and refusal to return to Poland were astounding. She really had a vision.
What a beautiful story. I like how you use the wedding dress as a symbol of hope and acceptance for your parents newly settled in Canada, and how this dress remained in the family, cherished for all these years.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, Alice. Those of us with parents who were immigrants are indebted to their courage and hard work and to this imperfect but better than most country that gave them and us much to be grateful for. I’ll raise a glass this evening to those who gave us so much.
How vividly you bring your parents to life, Alice! And once again, perhaps my mother was one of those U.N. workers in Germany urging her to go back to Poland. Mum's job was to help refugees find a place to go. I'm glad your mother's story ended so well, as did mine.
I was very happy to read that your Mom, when arriving in Canada, worked for a kind employer. What a difference that must have made to her after all the cruel experiences she endured during the war!
Another evocative story, Alice. Thanks.