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Creativity

The topic for Week 22 of 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks is Creativity!

I feel like I have shared so much over these 21 weeks of the creative talents in my family with my grandmother Julianna Ingram Posluzny and her plants and needlework and dressmaking, my Aunt Tootsie with her knitting and sewing talents, and my dad with his carpentry and picture framing skills.

But there are additional creative people in my family tree and as usual, I’m not going to go very far up the limbs because I pretty much only know 3 generations back, counting my own! The definition of creative says: “Relating to or involving the imagination or original ideas, especially in the production of an artistic work.”

First up – my husband Mark. Besides being an awesome carpenter/designer, my husband likes to paint. He “dabbles” in it, and I try to get him to do a little more, but he won’t listen to me. Here are a few of his pictures that I have taken from the pile of canvases in the basement.

Next is my sister Gail who has such a talent for words and writing poems! I don’t know if she does anymore but she wrote some wonderful ones while we were growing up, including one about being twins.

Besides picture framing, my dad had a really artistic side. As I was thinking about this post, I remembered he would make dried-flower pictures and frame them with beautiful mats and frames. It was the 70s and that was really in.

Remember the Currier & Ives calendars? He received them at the paint store and he would take a picture and make a shadow box! For example, with this picture, he would paint the sides to extend the scenery, and add little people to look like they were standing on the shore, there might even be a boat or two! He loved making them and all the grandkids got one when they were young.

Culinary creativity runs in the family too! My dad’s brother Steve Jakiela was a butcher extraordinaire for over 40 years at Caplan’s Market in Wallingford. He learned on the job and could likely carve up a carcass with his eyes closed!

My mother’s brother Conrad Posluszny was a talented baker who started out with “Old Mr. Heilman” at his bakery, was a baker at Choate School in the early 50s, owned Connie’s Bake Shop at 96 Quinnipiac Street in Wallingford, currently the location of something called “The Shop”. He met Auntie Anne (Martineck Yasensky), who he would marry in 1962 while he owned the bakery. In the late 50s, he went to work as the baker at Masonic Home and was there, working overnight to prepare delicious desserts and breads until he passed away while at work in November of 1981.

My cousin Judy Posluszny Behme inherited that culinary creativity gene and could whip up anything you asked her too. Uncle Connie probably made her wedding cake in 1959 and she made MY wedding cake in 1988. We loved going to her house for holidays.

I think everyone in my family has a creative streak in them and if I didn’t include you here please forgive me! Share it with us in the comments, or in the Facebook comments.

The Effects of War

The topic for Week 17 of 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks is WAR.

Over the life of this blog, I’ve talked about family members who have been in World War I like my paternal grandfather Charles Jakiela, and my Uncle Walt in World War II.

*paternal grandfather Charles Jakiela abt. 1923*

My grandmother’s brother Bronislaw Liro went BACK to Poland only a year or two before World War I broke out and managed to escape from Siberia!

My biological maternal grandfather, Jacob Engram, was in World War I as a member of the 49th Infantry out of New York. My lifelong maternal grandfather, Konrad Posluszny, didn’t serve in the war but he had four young children at home when the First World War broke out.

There was the aftermath of World War II as described by my grandfather’s brother Antoni in his letter to my dad and his siblings in the United States. “Even Helenka’s photo on a pony bothered them hanging on a wall.”

My mother’s brother, Connie, and her brother-in-law Mal both served in World War II. Connie was a cook in a San Antonio training camp. I have no records of him anywhere on the Fold3 website but in the videos from conversations with Aunt Judy, she said he was a cook and they had to pack up the kitchen when the fighting got close. The possibility of Connie going overseas was the family’s explanation when his father Konrad committed suicide in late December of 1944.

My husband’s dad Harold, uncle Ronald, and his step-dad Paul were all in the Korean War. Harold was a cook and Paul was in the motor pool in Korea. Ronald was in a tank during his time in Korea and it was a time that had a lifelong effect on him.

My dad, John, enjoyed his time overseas. He enlisted in February of 1943 in the Army/Air Force and headed overseas to Suffolk England. He talked very fondly of his time there at an airfield base and I think it was because he could leave home. He was living with his oldest brother, Steve, Steve’s wife, their two young sons, and John’s sister, Helen. I know he was grateful that he had a home, but I think it was a little crowded! He recalled to my sisters and me that when it was time to board the train to head off, parents and sons were crying. His only thought was, “This is an adventure!”. He volunteered for hatchman duty on the transport ship to England because it gave him privacy. At Great Ashfield Airforce Base near Stowmarket England, the location of the 385th Bombardment Group of the USAAF, he was a Corporal of the MPs on the base. He was back in the United States by September of 1945.

*John Jakiela, Corporal Army Air Force Word War II*

He had a picture of his squadron framed and hanging in his basement work area. We loved to take it from its spot and listen to his stories of the men in the picture.

He kept his address book of local friends and their war addresses along with the addresses of people he met while in the service. I have it now and like to flip through it to look at the various names.

He had a few Suffolk locals listed in there. One is Joyce Filby of Finningham England, who I think was his girlfriend while he was there. Another is the Hammond Family of Wetherden. I have a letter they wrote in November of 1947. Although the war was over for two years, they were still having difficulty getting food and were being strictly rationed for bread and potatoes. “Things are getting worse instead of better.” That sounds similar to Great Uncle Antoni’s letter from Poland in January of 1947!

Although some of the men had difficulties once they came back to the United States and their families, I’m grateful they all came back.

Story Update Mary Kukulska

In January of 2020, I wrote a story about my grandmother Juliana Ingram Posluszny Taking in her cousin’s daughter after her cousin, Mary Kukulska Juszczak died in childbirth. Mary’s granddaughter sent me a copy of the court documents for the adoption that included my grandmother’s affidavit.

While doing some research, I saw information on a 5th cousin’s tree that didn’t match what I had so I checked in with her. Make sure you go back and read the original story!

Come to find out, Mary successfully gave birth to her daughter Mary in 1910. Her husband John was the one who passed away in 1910 from an accident at the sugar factory.

With an infant to take care of, Mary married Michael Zupka in June of 1911. Shortly thereafter she became pregnant and gave birth in March of 1912 and, did you guess it? She died in childbirth. Their son Michael died as an infant in November of 1912.

I don’t know at what point Mary’s stepfather gave her to grandmother to take care of. Likely when her mother died, and I wonder who took care of baby Michael until his death 8 months later. My grandmother kept her until the strain of trying to raise three toddlers of her own became too much for her. Michael Zupka remarried in July of 1913 and went on to have 3 children. He passed away in 1955.

I relayed this new information to Mary’s granddaughter and she said her mother only knew her mother died in childbirth. It was just with the wrong child! When Mary got married to Michael Zupka it was using her married name Juszczak and I never thought the story was any different.

Mary’s daughter was adopted by a lovely couple who had lost their daughter in 1914 to diphtheria. She had a very happy life and knew she was adopted but never wanted her daughter to find her biological family. Her daughter found the adoption paperwork when she was cleaning out her grandmother’s house.