Time to get started on those stories! I have nominations from Minerva, Nin, Elaine and Viveka, so what am I waiting for? First I’d better tell anyone out there who hasn’t seen this challenge (and there can’t be many of you left!) how it works. Post a photo, tell a story/poem/joke- whatever your style is- on 5 consecutive days and pass on the nomination. Simple, right?
So why have I been stalling? Well, the stories that I want to tell are of a personal nature. Not like my usual gung-ho walking style. And I’ve become so used to telling my stories with photos that I’ve become a little afraid of the naked page. But there are Polish snippets just aching to be told. So, will you indulge me?
The bears you see in the photo above belong to a little girl called Kinga. At 5 years old she is big sister to a bouncy little bundle called Nadia (who you may remember from this post). The two of them are granddaughters to my cousin, Jadwiga. During my recent stay in Bełchatów, in Central Poland, I slept in their playroom. What a time I could have had, playing all night with the bears and dolls! But instead I slept soundly, in a haven away from the Polish chatter. Try as I might to understand the ebb and flow of conversation at the family dining table, invariably it eluded me. The bears were undemanding company.
Like many Polish families, Jadwiga’s children went abroad, seeking better opportunities. Ania and Hubert both worked in England for a time, and speak our language well. Theirs was the first Polish wedding I ever attended, and the dancing and warmth of the occasion sparkles still in my memory. When Hubert found a decent job, in the local power station, it was time to come home and start a family. Jadwiga considers herself blessed by their presence, because her younger child Krzysztof and his wife Marzena have elected to stay in the UK. Gifted with computers, her son can provide a good lifestyle for his family in Reading. But it means that Jadwiga has yet to meet her beautiful new grandchild, Maja. (yes, all girls , so far) Soon there’ll be someone else sleeping in that playroom, but only for the briefest of visits. And when she and her parents return to England, she’ll be taking another little piece of Jadwiga’s heart with her.
Rarely did I look at my cousin and not see a smile upon her face. She starts work, driving a school bus, at 6 in the morning till 8, and then again in the afternoon. Coming home, she can’t wait to sweep Nadia out of her playpen and dance with her around the house. A myriad tasks are done with the baby on a hip- either hers or Ania’s. The house has been extended to accommodate the young family, but for the past 2 years Hubert has been building them a beautiful new home, within the family grounds. But that’s part of tomorrow’s story.
The background to my 5 stories can be found in My personal A-Z of Poland, though looking at it, I see it needs some revision. I hope that you will enjoy this new little venture with me. Today I would like to nominate Gemma at Dear Bliary to take up the challenge. I fear that she might be too busy to do so, but I know that she would add her own uniquely wonderful style to it. Please do visit the lovely ladies who nominated me. They each have a lovely tale to tell.