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In Memory of Korczak Ziolkowski

The infant orphan, you grew up in foster homes, but your Polish roots were strong. You knew Paderewski and you made his sculpture for which you won the prize at World’s Fair. Ziolkowski - the story teller in stone. In your sculpture, you made the Crazy Horse face larger than ancient kings, larger than Egyptian pyramid. May our another compatriot, saint John Paul II pray for your soul and all Native American Nations, calling their sons and daughters to sainthood. Rest in peace my countryman. We were living in another people's territories, making them proud. May they grant us permanent asylum.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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