Frank and Emily
Emily was a farm girl from a village called Odporyszów. The youngest of 10 siblings, she grew up milking cows, stuffing sausages, and collecting eggs. When her turn came to slaughter the chickens, she asked her older brothers to do it instead. She had trouble being accurate with the blow when she was crying.
Frank was a hardy man, and to some degree retained his muscular build nearly his whole life. But his time in Austria had taken its toll on him. When the prison camps were liberated, there was no financial retribution to the captives. "Off you go," was the communication. So like others in his predicament, Frank began the journey to Slavic Europe however he could. Malnourished and underweight, he struggled to find food along the way. On occasion, he snuck onto farms and ate pig slop.
Wonderful story and writing!
Warm story regarding the triumphant nature of love. The photos are classic and the twinkles in their eyes speak volumes. Family?
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