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Melton Mowbray Polish
Resettlement Camp - by Tadeusz K. Stenzel - March
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Tadek Stenzel |
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Where does one start ? I was born in
Penley (Polish) Hospital near Wrexham, where I spent the first six
weeks of my life, my stay there being extended by a bout of
pneumonia after exposure to an excess of fresh air. My parents Leon
and Maria met at Foxley Camp near Hereford and were married on the
15th Jan 1948 at the little church in Woebley.
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My mother had arrived via Siberia,
Iran and Palestine where she finished her graduation (matura) in
Ain-Karem. My father had completed his Degrees in Laws in Poznan in
1937 before returning to the family farm in Bałdowo near to Tczew.
He was in his second year of training as a judge (aplikantura sędziowska)
in Gdańsk when the war broke out and, as an officer of the
reserve, was called to arms. He was and taken prisoner after the
Battle on the Bzura and spent the remaining years of the war in
Oflag Murnau in Germany. |
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We first moved to Ashby Folville, a
village with a small resettlement camp 7 miles from Melton Mowbray,
in 1949 before moving to the site 2 camp in Melton Mowbray itself on
Sandy Lane in early 1951 where my maternal grandparents and my uncle
and his family lived. I was christened at St John the Baptist Church
in Thorpe Road, Melton Mowbray. |
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The buildings in Ashby were
substantial of prefabricated concrete with pitched roofs. I remember
being transported in a pushchair by my grandfather from Ashby to
Melton camp and being shown the wonders of nature: the trees, the flowers
and various animals. |
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We then lived at the top end of Site
2 (the south-eastern corner, roughly at the current junction with
Hartopp Road). This site was, to a young child, a very large area
and it was quite an adventure walking from our half Nissen hut to my
grandparents, who lived at the bottom end of the site
(north-eastern corner) at the picket post. Both huts were
located close to Sandy Lane. |
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The reality is that it was probably
no more than 500 yards from one to the other. Toilets on the site were
in outside brick buildings with four cubicles in each, but, at that
young age, "potties" were the order of the day. |
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When I was slightly older, I used to cycle
all over the Camp on my tricycle. There were various people
living in the nissen huts, some were fairly old and to me quite
frightening. I recall one hut were an elderly gentleman used to
cough very loudly; we did not dare to go near to that hut. Scattered
about the site were Air Raid shelters, which we used to play in, but
people used some for storage and they used to chase us away. |
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In 1954 we moved to the diagonally opposite bottom
(north-western) end of the site when my second sister was born. This
Nissen hut had a sink with a tap and "running water" and we had the
whole hut to ourselves. A bald-headed man, who was a bit of an
inventor and an artist lived near to us. I remember he had a dummy
well attached to a small windmill, with a boy that used to crank a
handle as if drawing water from the well when the wind blew. It was
painted in pretty bright colours and was set in a garden full of
flowers. |
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It was a lovely time of life, not a
care in the world; the summers seemed hot and long and the winters
had real snow. We used to go sledging down Sandy Lane. There was
very little in the way of traffic, as not many people had cars. I
remember an adopted "uncle", some family relative, who used drive a
big van and bring supplies for sale on the camp. |
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Together, my father and uncle managed to buy an
old green Riley with running boards, which was our pride and joy. I
remember several journeys to London in this car - it used to take well
over 4 hours to get there (there were no motorways) and all that the
parents would do when they got there, was to talk to their friends.
However, the trip was still quite exiting for a young boy.
Unfortunately, I think it was in the 1955/56 winter that the cooling
system was not drained of water one day and frost cracked the engine
block |
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Milkmen delivered milk to the site
and I remember that we used to get orange juice at the Polish school
which was housed in a large Nissen hut on the aerodrome. Each
morning we were collected by a Farrows bus and driven to the school
for lessons. This school was closed in 1955 and was moved to another
large Nissen hut close to the church, which was on Dalby Road and
had previously served as the Officers' Mess. I was there until
starting at the "big school" in 1956 - the Brownlow primary school -
I was in Newport house. |
My parents managed to save enough money to
make a deposit on a house on a new estate and we left the Nissen
huts for good in August 1956 just before my starting at Brownlow |
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I still returned regularly to see my friends
on the camps. There were four main sites and several smaller
areas. One site (roughly where Meynell Close is now), near to
the then Polish chapel at the junction of Dalby Road and Hartopp
Road, housed the Polish Club with billiard and table-tennis
tables, a library and a small theatre, in which we appeared on
National Festivals. The camp sites were finally emptied and
cleared in about 1964 |
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Site 1 off Dalby Road is under a
housing estate (Jelson); site 2 on Sandy Lane is an open field and
playing area near The Burmese Cat and sites 3 & 4, about a mile
along Sandy Lane to the south, have been returned to agricultural
use and are now being "maintained" by sheep. WAAF site 2 buildings
on Kirby Lane are still used as horse stables and the Mess 2 area
Nissen huts near to sites 3/4 that were used to breed pigs and
chickens at various times are now slowly deteriorating. |
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My father passed on in October 1996.
My mother continues to live in our family home since 1956, where she
regularly entertains various English and Polish guests with her
immense reservoir of life experiences, photographs and assorted
stories. I am sure that there are many more memories to come -one
memory triggers another … and so on … one day I will record them
all - perhaps... |
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On the left my
christening at St. John the Baptist RC church, in Thorpe Road,
Melton Mowbray on Easter Monday in 1949, when I was given the
Christian names Tadeusz, Kazimierz. |
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Pictured in the photograph from l to r are my godfather, Zbigniew Romuald Żeglicki, my mother, Maria Janina (nee Żeglicka),
my godmother, Mieczysł;awa Gawlak and my father Leon Arkadiusz
Stenzel
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The 1955 picture on the right shows
our closest family all living on site 2 on Sandy Lane in Melton
Mowbray. It shows back row l to r my mother Maria (nee
ter were my younger sister Maria
Honorata and two more cousins Barbara and Andrzej Zegliccy |
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