Missing Blog???????

I just know I posted another blog because my only friend, Carol Mitchell, commented on it and now it's gone!! The blog monster ate it. It was all about commercial artists in the days when I first started working in the field. Back then, we had to know how to illustrate, speck type and use tech pens with india ink. French curves, triangles, oval templates and rulers were our best friends. Rubber cement was used to assemble all layouts going to print, consequently, sniffing rubber cement for eight hours a day was a requirement!! No wonder we commercial artists were seen as slightly crazy. Now we have Photoshop, Illustrator, Indesign and stock art to do it all for us. It's so easy now. So glad I've had the opportunity to experience all this new stuff.

The Story of the Polish Princess

Would I have been a Polish Princess had there not been a second world war? Who knows.

My father's parent's came to the USA from Poland to earn enough money to take back to Poland and purchase land.

While they were here, my father was born. After having earned a substantial amount of money, they returned to Poland and became land owners. My father and his two sisters were raised in Poland. When the second world war started, my father, since he was technically an American citizen, was sent back to the United States to live with an aunt and uncle in New Jersey. He met my mother here, they married, and had me. Shortly before I was born, my father's entire family was killed in Poland by the Bolshevik's in an event called the September campaign. All of their land was lost during that war.

My father never recovered from the shock of losing his parents, grandparents, uncle, and siblings, eight people in all.

He disappeared from our lives when I was four months old. I never met him, but my mother kept a lot of his things for me. I'm now interested in finding living relatives that I may have in Poland. Also, reclaiming the land that was owned by my father's family is a goal of mine. Tarnapole is the city where my paternal grandparents lived in Poland. Tarnapol is now a part of the Ukraine and has recently become a member the European Union. Hopefully, reclaiming what was once Polish land before the war, from the Ukraine, will be a possibility. I would be interested in knowing if anyone knows someone who has been successful with this process, or you know someone from this region of Poland. I look forward to a response. My other glass slipper is somewhere out there!

Polish Princess

Hi,

Well, I finally found the path to my own blog. The crumbs that were strewn along the way for my last visit seem to have been eaten. I think these crumbs are referred to as senior moments?

You, my class mates, someday, in the faaaaaarrrrrrrrr off future, will also be able to experience this strange phenomenon. Fortunately, I've been given the opportunity to try to learn how to navigate in this new, complicated, world we live in. We all have a lot to learn.

In my adult world, all of my energy was focussed on my home and the family I had created. This was my job and I took it very seriously. As any of my good friends or my daughter's can tell you,

I could sew a designer prom gown, spackle a wall, paint a portrait, help with homework, and find the best bargains, all while preparing a Thanksgiving dinner, and being a mother to my two, wonderful, daughters........ I was known as miracle mom.

Now, It's time for me, so I have a lot of catching up to do. Fortunately or unfortunately my experiences in life have not sufficiently prepared me for this wonderful new world of blogging. So, please be patient with me. My questions in class probably seem very basic to you who have been exposed to a lot of what I'm trying to master. I would appreciate a response from someone so that I can learn how any of you feel about what I've written. Suggestions as to what would interest you in the future would also be appreciated. Thanks, Polish Princess