Plus Letters To the Editor
My favorite day is approaching: Nov. 11. It must have something to do with the numerous times I see 11:11 on a digital clock. At least that’s what I thought. More recently, after visiting friends and family back in Chicago, I discovered that Nov. 11 is Poland’s National Independence Day. Naturally, because I am blond and Polish—more the latter—I took note of that tidbit and thought it was a sign from the Universe to look deeper into my Polish roots. (Not my hair, but my heritage.) In any event, between writing and editing the second draft of my Polish family memoir—think: Carrie Fisher and David Sedaris crawling under the covers with a Polish Alex Haley; you’ll love it and you’ll pay full price, thank you very much—I found the information somewhat sobering. Bottom line: Nov. 11 is a holiday in Poland commemorating the anniversary of its resumption of independent statehood in 1918—all this after 123 years of partition by Russia, Prussia and Austria. In any case, it seems that, these days, I can’t quite escape the threads of the past. I have come to believe that what happens before us, tends to live on through us. Heady stuff for the first week of November? Perhaps, but ’tis the (deep) season, as they say. So, what has your family lineage been teaching you?