36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 335: My father’s family


Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
A year of music, study, travel, sightseeing & friends.

Day 335 — My father’s family
02-Jul-1972 (Sun.)


Uncle Nick’s house in Loczno
Uncle Nicks house in Loczno



Arrived around 6 a.m. Small station with nothing around it. Went to airport. Very tired and no sleep.

Met Mary Ann and Teta Nancy at the airport. Then, for the first time, I met uncle Nick and Teta Anna (dad’s sister and her husband).

Long drive to Loczno near Morag.


Met the whole family.

Daddy’s mother—grandma—was such a great lady. Friendly and with a great sense of humor. She’s such an “alive” person. And at 76, she still does a lot of work. Really full of pep.

The first thing she told me at dinner was (she knows good English) —“Johnny, don’t drink. You don’t want to be like your father.” She understands, and I feel sorry that such a nice family ended up with dad.

Aunt Anna. Dad’s sister is really nice. A warm person with a real friendly smile. Really good looking.
Needless to say, Uncle Nick and the children—Mirek, Woladek, and Danusha—are also great kids.

The house is beautiful. Big. Plenty of room and extremely nice. Best one I’ve seen in Poland. The husband has done quite a bit in fixing it up.


Train from Krakow to Warsawa. I take the train from Krakow to Warsawa (Polish). Must have been an overnighter.

Warsaw airport. Why am I at the Warsaw airport? To leave? No, to meet my cousin Mary Ann and my teta Nancy (Mary Ann’s mom), arriving from the U.S. (The Warsaw airport in 1972 was seemingly slow, unlike today.) This is my father’s side of the family. Cousin Mary Ann was a wonderful Lemko/Ukrainian folk dancer when she was young. At the airport, I meet teta Anna and her husband, uncle Nick, for the first time. As mentioned, Anna is my father’s sister. They live in Loczno.

Loczno, my father’s family. We drive to Loczno and I meet some of the family from my father’s side. My grandmother (father’s mom) knows English very well. Surprise. Her advice to me was quite good—and gave me advice not to be like my father—he was an alcoholic. My other younger cousins (Mirek, Woladek, and Danusha) were also there to meet me.

Today, much of our family is in the U.S., having been there for a number of generations now. I see cousin Mirek now and then.

Large families. I like large families and am happy to belong to one. My mother had six sisters, if I remember correctly. When you are younger, in your teens and as young adults, you don’t tend to gravitate towards extended family as much. Certainly, we went to a lot of family functions and enjoyed all of them. As you get older, and now, I wish that I knew more about each limb on the family tree. Families and their subsequent generations of children tend to move, drift apart, and lose touch.

Here are a few photos:

Uncle Nick’s family (L-R):
taxi, Danusha, Mirek, Woladek, uncle Nick, aunt Anna

Uncle Nicks family
My father’s mother (grandma) in Loczno
Grandma in Loczno
My father’s father grave site (grandfather)
Grandfathers grave site
Lazy Warsaw airport in 1972
Warsaw airport 1972


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