While I never knew our Grandpop, I have found some small things of his in my Fathers possessions.He was born in Russia..that much I know for sure. And he worked on the docks as a laborer under the United States Coast Guard. That was back on 12/9/1941.   While our Father was serving in the Army, In Korea, He was notified that his Father had passed away.He never got to see him one last time, he had already been buried before my Father was able to make it home..My Dad had said that if he had another $2.00. he would have been able to take a plane from New York, but sadly he wasnt able to get the money, the Salvation Army only allotted him a certain amount of money to make it home, he was on his own. And Grandpop was gone.I think that bothered my father all through his life.

today I received a letter from St Laurentis church...I was so hopeful when I was opening it...then nothing.....the woman told me they cant find anything about my dad or his family due to their fileing system not being updated.. they seem to be done on a daily log, and if you are not certain about the exact date you want, forget any information... she said the logs are written not only in english and polish, but also in latin...she does not have the time nor the manpower to go through each and every book in the basement. I know it was far fetched. but it was a start.. now I have to figure out another way to go...perhaps a neighborhood person, I really dont know...I am thinking most of who would have known my dad and his family growing up, may not be with us anymore...I am totally crushed today...I anticipated this letter for months...time for a really good cry...

I came across a list of my dads family members, brothers & sisters. While they are mostly all gone, I was hoping to be able to talk with their children... so by using the brt website, I found out that the kids no longer live in the homes they were first married and moved to. I am getting a little discouraged with these dead ends.. I know he exists.....at this point, the church is my only hope... how can that happen. how do you grow up in a neighborhood, live your whole adult life in that same neighborhood, and not know . At this point I am more ashamed than anything else. who doesnt know their parents?  ME THATS WHO. 

I am really surprised I am not finding any information on my Dad. I have contacted some family members, but they dont seem to have any insight into his past either. I cant imagine not having pictures of your mom and dad displayed through out your home. I have never seen a wedding picture of my parents. I have contacted St Laurentis church, the woman there said she will do what she can to find me any information, but she is very busy with the incoming school children's tuition and she is the only one who will possibly be able to help me find something to start with. So here is hoping that with in the next few weeks I discover something that I can build my family on. please say a prayer for those who were hit by the latest hurricane in Louisanna. 

Well, it seems like I am having a harder time than I thought. It seems like my dad only existed to be our dad, and my mom's husband. I can't find any information on his childhood, or his years before he became a dad. It seems like he didnt exist. I would love to know what he looked like as a child. I dont even know what his parents looked like. and the funny thing is, while we were growing up, it never occured to any of us, what his life was like when he was growing up. I think I will try the church, and see if they can help. wish me luck.

I have no idea where to begin my fathers life. I do know he arrived in the United States when he was very young. His sister Rosalia was 4 years old when she died. she passed away in 1926. she is buried on american soil. My Grandpop Tomczak died in 1951. I do know my father was in the army in 1951. He was sent home by the red cross , but he didnt make it in time to see his father one last time. Grandpop Tomczak was buried by the time he made it home. that was October of 1951. in the spring of 1953 Grandmom Tomczak passed away. I was born in 1954, I never met my grandparents. I am having a difficult time finding any type of memories of those early years. I have no idea what my dad was like when he was younger, except that he had a lot more hair. I dont know if he liked to ride bikes, build forts,explore the railroads, or simply sit and read. I am going to try and find what ever I can to help me along. I would love to know what he looked like as a child. 

Of all the dad's in the world, I was blessed with mine. The perfect match. I am 1 of 11 children born to him and my mom, Dorothy. I am 2nd from the oldest. Sometimes I am swarming with memories, and sometimes I find myself crying, laughing or just thinking about what has been my life with my Dad. I say my Dad, because my Mom had passed away more than 20 years ago. although I have many memories of her, I guess my dad sticks out more, not because I didnt love her as much, nothing could be further from the truth. It's just because I had many more years with my Dad. I love telling and hearing stories. My Dad loved telling them too.I am hoping to continue sharing our amazing stories. And I am hoping my family will contribute also.