Sunday, April 10, 2016
BAPTIZED AT DACHAU: ANNA LIDZBARSKI TELLS HER STORY
This week's arts and culture piece came to me through a reader who, by chance, had been on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City and heard the story of a fellow pilgrim named Anna Lidzbarski.
The story begins:
Anna Lidzbarski’s parents were from what was then Eastern Poland and is now the Ukraine. They were Catholic.
“In that part of the world, Ukranians and Poles and Jews all lived together. My father’s best friend, from the time they were toddlers, was Jewish.”
Anna’s parents had been married in February 1938, the year before the war broke out. They were staying with their closest neighbors, Ukranian friends, preparing for a house-raising.
“My father was a radio operator in the Army reserves. That night the local constable came with a telegram telling him to report the next day,” she said.
“War is very dull, very slow. It’s not like in the movies where everything happens at once. It’s like the frog you put in cold water and start heating the pot, little by little by little. You learn to accept each tiny change. You don’t even realize what’s happening.”
READ THE WHOLE PIECE HERE.