My Father’s family is from Poland though they didn’t talk about it much other than odd references to the ‘Old Country’. His parents and most siblings left in the 20’s and Dad was born in Toronto. Before this week he’d never been.
When a close family friend invited us to Wroclaw and Krakow it seemed like a great opportunity to get to know some of our heritage. We timed the trip to coincide with the annual Jewish Culture Festival anticipating Dad would love it. We were wrong, though you can’t beat a walking wooden duck.