Bełchatów is an ordinary town, on the flat plains of Central Poland- 50km south of Łódź and 160km from Warsaw. It has a football team, GKS Bełchatów, and a volleyball team (the national passion), Skra Bełchatów. There is no local rail link, so buses are the main form of transport. If you look in Wikipedia you cannot fail to see that it has the largest coal-fuelled thermal power station in Europe- a blot on the landscape but a huge source of employment locally. Quite randomly, it is twinned with Alcobaca in Portugal. How strange that I visited the monastery there just last year.
You would have to dig quite deeply on Google to find out much more about Bełchatów but for me it is a very special place. It’s home to a large portion of my Polish family. Funny how common threads run through life. Many of my relatives work at the power plant, and in Hartlepool, where I live on the northeast coast of England, we have a large and ugly nuclear power station. Chief employer hereabouts, my husband worked there for many years.
Time to introduce some of my family. Uncle Jakub, whom some of you may know from previous posts, lives with his wife Czesława,(Czescia, we know her as) in Groholice. The oldest suburb of Bełchatów, and once a village dating back to the eleventh century, Groholice has charm. It also has a large and beautiful church, where Jakub’s son Krzysztof married Ilona two years ago. They now have a lively little boy, Piotrek.
Directly across Ulica Ogrodowa (Garden Street) from Jakub lives Bożena, his daughter, with husband (another Krzysztof) and sons Dawid and Kuba. At our first meeting I admired Bożena’s distinctive necklace. When we parted a few hours later she thrust it into my hand. We didn’t have enough words between us for a conversation but that gesture spoke volumes. Krzysia (familiar form of Krzysztof) works at the power plant.
Dad is 15 years older than Jakub and until March 2007 they had never met. Now they are happy to sit for endless hours, smoking and playing dominoes. Sometimes I take myself off for a wander round Groholice, admiring the characterful houses. My usual route takes me down to the cemetery, full of flowers and beautifully maintained as are all Polish cemeteries. It is surrounded by woodlands and open fields so I can browse the headstones looking for more family, or simply enjoy the serenity.
Jakub’s oldest son Andrzej lives just a short walk away with wife Renata and son Michał. Andrzej worked the clock round for 8 years, building his own home between shifts at work. Now they have a lovely home, sheltered by woods, with plenty of open space where Michał can indulge his passion for running. Now a tall young man with immaculate English, when we first met Michał was a shy child, who was cajoled by his father into translating for us. I don’t know who was more embarrassed, him or me! Polish children, in my experience, are much loved but expected to behave well, and usually comply.
When in Poland I usually stay with family, but on one occasion I stayed in a hotel, with husband Michael. It gave us an opportunity to look around the centre of Bełchatów on foot. Not known for my sense of direction, still I was confident I could find the huge outdoor market. We were attending a wedding in the afternoon and I wanted some flowers to take to the church, and a present for my cousin Jadwiga’s first grandchild, Kinga. Michael wanted some Polish slippers as he’d taken a fancy to the style! At each home a supply of guest slippers lives in the hall- the floors are often polished wood or tiles.
It was a glorious hot August day and we had been informed that a nearby park was having it’s official opening so we strolled in that direction first. It had the kind of fountains that squirt high in the air unexpectedly, to the great delight of the local children. I could happily have stood under a jet of water myself but instead we bought a drink and hitched up on a wall to watch the rehearsals for the evening performance. A Michael Buble song was being performed rather well and the chorus were strolling through their steps, conserving energy.
Time to seek out the market. As usual my sense of direction let me down and in halting Polish I enquired of several locals the whereabouts of the market. Much arm waving let us know that we were in completely the wrong place and we were hot and thirsty by the time we arrived. I was quick to purchase flowers and a lovely little frock for Kinga, but we were a long time finding Michael’s size in slippers. Amazing how many shoe stalls we found!
Back to the hotel for my next challenge, while Michael sat quietly with a book. I had bravely booked an appointment with the fryzjerka (hairdresser) as I knew that the Polish ladies would be very soignee and did not want to let the side down. How lucky I was! With little conversation other than that I needed to look good for na slub, a wedding, I was transformed into a swan before my very eyes. I could have taken her home with me!
Now seems a good time to stop. We had a fabulous time at Krzysztof and Marzena’s wedding, which is included in my post http://restlessjo.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/a-tale-of-three-weddings/ There are many more tales to tell but first I must link to Julie Dawn Fox’s new hub site for the A-Zs. http://myatozchallenge.com/
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