Mój zwariowany życie (My Crazy Life)

Me at 36 years old I have so much to tell you, yet I don’t know where to begin….

Shall I begin with my entry into the world? Hmmm… how much should I reveal in this blog? I mean, it does bear my real name.

Well, here goes. I am an AAPP, first generation. My mommy was born in Poland and came here to America after her first holy communion. Her years spent on this earth were unhappy for the most part. She is no longer with us and the story of  how she lived and died may just be more interesting than my own. Alas, she is not here to dictate her life to me so all that I have are the many letters she wrote to me while incarcerated and her memory. I will do my best to tell her story as it is a big part of my own story.

I’ll start with the plane ride here to America from Poland. My grandma Anna could barely speak english, yet she packed her three children up and headed to America for a better life. My grandfather Edmund Boguslaw Nowalinski did not make the trek here to America.  I am still unsure why and I am, quite frankly, scared to ask my grandma Anna. I’m not sure if theirs was a clean break or if, perhaps, my grandmother was fleeing the country to get away from my grandfather. I don’t know if I am ready to deal with the truth if it is an ugly truth.Mommy 1st Holy Communion in Poland

My mother Jolanta Bozena (translated in English: Yolanda Belinda) was the oldest at 9 years old and my uncle Mark and his  twin sister, my aunt Ursula were about 4 years old. My grandmother tells the funniest story of the trip over here to America. My uncle Mark had to go to the bathroom really bad, but my grandmother could not speak English. She struggled to communicate with the stewardess that her toddler needed to use the restroom, but the sterwardess could not understand. What do you think happens when a 4 year old cannot go to the bathroom? They can’t hold it forever, they go on themselves. And that’s exactly what Mark did, he shit his pants. I am not the best teller of this story but when my grandmother tells it in her broken English and you can see Mark turning red as she goes on… well it’s just the funniest thing.  My uncle Mark doesn’t find it the least bit amusing as he is now 50 years old.

I really need to go back a little further and tell you about my grandmother’s mistreatment at the hands of the Nazis. I will do that in my next post. I need to locate my grandmother’s statement to the German Government.

Peace be with you until next time…


12 responses to “Mój zwariowany życie (My Crazy Life)

  1. Czesc . Co slychac ???
    I love the story You`r telling here . I can`t wait to read more 🙂
    All the Best to You !
    Trzymaj sie cieplo .

    Jerzy .

  2. awesome story 🙂

  3. This is quite an amazing family history! All the best from another Polish-American.

  4. I’m loving your blog…starting with the name! I’m an the aunt to my nephew who is an African American Polish Prince:)
    At 2 years old. Ha! In fact, my sister will give birth to his little sister or brother today. Your story is fascinating:)

  5. Thank you so much! 😉

  6. Thanks Kristy for the kind words. Ahhh, an African American Polish Prince, how lovely. I’m sure that you and your sister will pass down stories from both sides of the family. To be able to experience more than one culture is awesome and sometimes it’s not so awesome. Many many people think that I’m Latina and I actually grew up in Southwest Detroit which is predominately Latino. But I’m quick to correct people. I am proud of my heritage. It is what makes me, me. Thanks for reading my blog. I’d love to see what your little AAPP looks like. 😉

  7. This is awesome!! I would like to know more.

  8. I just stumbled on your blog today…I don’t even remember how. I just remember seeing your headline on your page: “African American Polish Princess”. Swear I wanted to cry 🙂 I am a Polish Princess myself, and I have a daughter who is an AARP. I hope she grows to be as proud as you are of your heritage!! Thank you so much for this blog, thank you for your appreciation of your Polish background and thank you so much for being you 🙂

  9. My lil girl is mixed also her father is polish Irish dutch I never really met his father.you are a beautiful women I love your pictures .

  10. Hi Lauren,

    Your comment brought tears to my eyes. It’s been a long road to self-acceptance for me. It took a while for me to embrace my family lineage even though a few of them wanted absolutely nothing to do with me because my father was black (he passed away when I was 11). I have an uncle (my aunt’s husband) who once told someone I was half Mexican instead of half Black. I overheard him and I remember wondering what was wrong with being black and why in the world would he say I was Mexican?!? Adults can be so stupid. I was a child at the time and grew up feeling like an outsider whenever I was around them. I’m in therapy and have been for years now. My son has a baby who is mixed and I make sure that she knows how awesome she is, how beautiful her curls, full lips, flaring nostrils and blue eyes are. I always tell her how smart and funny she is. I just cannot have her growing up with any self-doubt.

    I really appreciate your kind words. You sound like an awesome mom so I can only assume that your daughter will grow up to be as awesome as you are! I know that as parents we can’t shield our children from the world, but please make sure she knows how special she is and how loved she is.

    Thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog. I really appreciate your words of encouragement.

    Love and God Bless,

    Lenette 😉

  11. Hi Ashley,

    Thank you for the kind words! I’m sure your daughter is gorgeous.

    Lenette 😉

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