I wrote my first blog post and sent it off to Lisa to read. A few minutes later my phone rang and Lisa said: “Barbara, you’re amazing, tell your story instead!” I realized what I had written was very little about myself. She wanted me to share my story with all of you.Â Â How could I say no?Â So here goes:
From the age of 7, I had always wanted to be an actress.Â I could be someone different, Â I didnâ€™t like where I was â€“ in a household where Polish was spoken and I was looked upon in the world as a foreigner.Â I also wanted to make a difference in the world.Â You see my mother spent a year at the Ravensbruck Concentration Camp during the war and as a child I wanted to save mymother.Â I wanted to make sure that such atrocities never happened again.Â
At the end of the war, the Red Cross had taken my mother to Eskilstuna Sweden, where she met my father (also Polish) and where I was born.
I was five when I arrived in Canada and remember beingÂ taunted with the phrase, Â dirty DP (Displaced Person) on my way to school and feeling that same way in school. Â We lived in a â€œPolish Roman Catholic”Â community Â in Toronto.Â We spoke Polish at home.Â A homeÂ which my father ran with an iron Polish fist. Â It took a long time to feel I belonged on this side of the Ocean.