This isn’t real clear, but this is Marian Stuczynski and her son Frank (my Grandfather)
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Through my web community, WNYPolonia.Com, I’ve encountered some people looking to reconnect with others. This was the most notable and touching, a hand written message sent by fax to “The Mansion” on Delaware Ave. in Buffalo, NY. (My sister-in-law worked there for a time.)
Re: Tadeusz Kieszczynski
Dear Sir / Madam:The above-named was in the Air Force over here during the last war. In 1948 he emigrated to the U.S.A. and in April, 1948, the Polish Air Force Association had his address as yours {Delaware Ave, Buffalo, NY}.
He was born in 1921, was Polish, and intended to join a couple i BUffalo after the war, which he appeared to have done.
I was friendly with him for several years, and now that I am in the last part of my life (I am 85), would love to know that he was happy & had had a good like in the U.S.A.. (of course, he may not still be alive.)
Would it be possible that you know of his wherabouts, or could you find out where I could get the information? I have been happily married for 56 years, but lost my husband last August, so have plenty of time to think about the past. Tadeusz was my first love & I will never forget him.
I would be so grateful of an early reply to this letter, — it would mean a lot to me.
Sincerely,
Sybil Foard (Mn)
E1 Hatfield Court
Salisbury Road, Hove, Sussex
England BN33AA -
According to my father, my grandmother’s family was from Poznan, Poland. The daughter of Walter and Antoinina (Annette, maiden name Lentz), my grandmother, Sophia (Sophie) Szopinski had five siblings – Stanley, Joe, Valentine, Helen, and Veronica.
Walter Sopinski worked for the Dunkirk, NY parks department, and was the first person in the city to use a gas-powered lawnmower — I have the news clipping somewhere. Typical of most people with their professions versus homelife, rumor is that his own garden was a bit of a mess. He was sometimes known as “The Kaiser” because of his appearance, mustashe and all, and perhaps his strictness as a father.
He owned a house on Roberts Road where both my grandmother and father were born, and my father’s parents lived in until they went to a nursing home around 1992. It was in the family for nearly a century, but was another generation or two older, having been moved by hand (a LOT of hands) from across the street where it originally stood.
Walter died before I was born, and so I never knew him, although I beleive when I was young I met my great-grandmother a few times.
