05.02.2018
Nadiia Loboda
The war began when Nadiia was not even a one year old, but the worst memories are connected with the post-war times, the famine of 1946-1947.
Also known as the World War II (WWII or WW2) was a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945
The war began when Nadiia was not even a one year old, but the worst memories are connected with the post-war times, the famine of 1946-1947.
My great-granny didn’t know that in February 1943 her sister Motia, all her family including two children – Slavik and Valia – were killed by the SS officers.
In 1941-1943 my grandfather was a minor prisoner of a Nazi ghetto in Domanivka, Novobohdanivka (Odesa region). He is a son of repressed fathers, former prisoner of a Nazi ghetto. Now he is a pensioner, lives in Donetsk.
In the interview my grandfather Günter Knura tells about his experiences and about his childhood during the war.
She was born on July 17th, 1929, in the city of Lviv. She received her primary education at ‘Ridna Shkola’ named after Leo I of Galicia.
The story of my great-grandmother taught me how important faith in people is.
“Get out of here!” For the journey from Osiek to Grojec we were given one carriage for two families. We weren’t allowed to take anything with us. My brother Grzegorz arrived from Kęty and told me to take the cow. I wen…
Karl Juesten was born in West Germany. After he graduated school with 17 years, he was conscripted to the German army. First he had to stay in a work-camp in Germany. After a shot peiod of time he was sent to Calais in France. He had to build up bunkers for weapons there.
After the War ended, he married and becomes and engineer. In the 1950s they become parents, on girl and one boy.
Today they life together near the place of birth of my Grandfather.
The oldest member of my nearest family, my grandfather Józef Boba, was born in 1932 in Polanka Wielka. Together with his family, he was resettled to another town in 1940. He lost his father.
Born on June 17, 1937, in Lyck (today’s Poland). Escaped January 1945 from East Prussia to West Germany together with his mother, younger sister and cousins. In 1947/48 his father returned from the frontline.
Zofia Listosz was born in 1951, after the end of the war. In the interview, she spoke about the difficult life under the occupation, which her family and her dearest experienced. She also spoke about discovering history.
Pavlo Levytskyi tells about the shooting of Jewish people in his village, his childhood during the World War II and his life in the orphanage.
I remember the moment we passed from the Russian to the German side, because the Germans had taken part of Poland as well. It was in Przemyśl.
The war killed and scattered many Ukrainians all over the world among whom the relatives of Mrs. Dariia Zavoiska appeared to be.
An interview with my grandmother Emilia, my closest relative who can remember the war and tell me about it.
Mykola Pavlish wrote a story of his life in five school notebooks. His parents found these diaries in the old grandfather’s office. Stories, written by grandfather in his notebooks, are interesting and humanized, containing the information about historical events, specific people’s names and adventures. Such oral stories usually allow you to immerse yourself in not only your family history but also into the history of your homeland. I personally did not know my grandfather, because I was born a year after his death, but my father Oleh Pavlish told me this story.
Volodymyr Zalevskyi tells his grandfather’s story, who took part in the Great Patriotic War, where he was wounded.
For obvious reasons, you cannot remember the war yourself, but according to our family stories you are able to tell me about the fates of your parents. Let’s begin with your mother – what can you tell me about her fate during World War II? As you rightly said, I don’t remember the war, I … Continue reading Barbara Wyciszkiewicz →
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