My maternal grandparents moved to Ursus in the 50s for work, while my paternal grandparents were born there. And even though we’re a scant 45 minutes by bus from the centre of Warsaw, it still feels like a small town. But it’s growing… everywhere I look, the old is being torn down and replaced with the new.
So this is my little corner of Ursus as it is, as I remember it. It’s always been home.
And a trip home wouldn’t be complete without a visit to the Church my Dziadek Rysiek helped to build, and where my parents were married. I know from photos that it was still a shell of a building at their wedding, and that when I was three, the interiors were completed. I don’t remember this, but the nuns always giggle that when I saw my Dziadek hoisting up Jesus on the cross, I had asked one of them if he had killed Jesus.
Phew. After a solid week of site problems I hope I’m finally back up and running, however, I am now in the middle of a forced re-design of the site. I do want to thank the folks at Graphpaper Press for their excellent support, they’ve been super helpful in getting this mess sorted out!
*my apologies if you’re viewing this in a blog reader of any sort. please click on over to the site to see the photos in their non-distorted glory.