My Dad was born in Poland (to German/Russian parents) and lived there until his early 20s. He was working in Belgium when WW11 broke out and crossed to England where he joined the Polish Free Army. He was stationed in Scotland for a time, met my Mum, and they were married post-war. Like many others, he never returned to Poland because of Communist rule, and took out British citizenship via naturalisation in 1952. He died five years later and I don’t remember him at all as I was so young and he was hospitalised for a long time prior to his death. Where we lived in England at that time, there was a sizeable number of Polish exiles, a lot of whom had married British women. Mum told me most had naturalised but to her ken, not one of them including my Dad ever thought of themselves as anything but Polish and that’s the way I have always thought of him.
I’m a Pear/Apple - Part 5. Still going!!


