As I listened to the beautiful tribute paid to Poland today by men who had the privilege of visiting that ancient country in the days of peace. when they heard the laughter of happy children. the songs of a free people. and enjoyed the worldfamed hospitality which the people of Poland lavished on strangers within her gates. I deeply regretted that privilege was not mine. However. I do know something about the sons and daughters who left Poland to establish their homes in America. During the influx of immigration in the early nineties I witnessed many of these substantial emigrants come to my city of Cleveland. Ohio. Poor but honest. in many cases having no earthly possessions except the clothes on their backs and a homemade handbag.
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