“No One Ever Helped Me”
Jacek Sadowski was born on July 4, 1914 in a small village in Poland. His parents, Gustaw Sadowski and Hania Nowak, were farmers, and Jacek was the youngest of eight children. Unfortunately, Jacek’s mother died when he was just a year old, so his five older sisters raised him. He attended the village school until the equivalent of eighth grade and then quit to help his father on the farm full-time.
Jacek and his father did not have much time together, however, before Gustaw died suddenly in his forties of a heart attack. The farm then passed to Jacek’s oldest sister, Maria, and her husband, Alfons, whom Jacek describes as a “mean, terrible man.” One by one, the siblings left the farm to find their own way, as no one could stand Alfons, until only Jacek was left. At that point, Jacek’s situation went from bad to worse. Alfons began locking him out of the house, forcing him to sleep in the barn with the pigs. He was not even allowed any bedding and was told to sleep in the straw.
Jacek soon followed his siblings’ footsteps and left the farm as well. He set off for the neighboring farms, hoping to get hired as an extra hand. He eventually managed to find a place, but he was still required to sleep in the barn, though he was at least given a cot and bedding. Things continued this way for a couple of years, during which time Jacek’s hatred for Alfons grew. Before he could think of a way to get back at Alfons, however, Germany invaded Poland, and Jacek was capture and sent to work on a farm in Germany. He was thankful for this, however, as he initially feared he would be sent to a concentration camp, or worse, conscripted into the German army.
Despite the fact that he was technically a prisoner, Jacek didn’t mind his time in Germany and says that he had better living conditions there than any he had ever enjoyed in Poland. When the Allies arrived to liberate them, he was reluctant to go back to Poland. He was eventually sent to various camps run by the Allies, and in one of them, he met a young woman by the name of Rozalia Salomon. The two of them married while still living in the camp, and for their honeymoon, they took a train ride through the German countryside because Jacek thought the scenery so beautiful.
When they returned to the camp, Jacek and Rozalia decided to apply for immigration to the United States with the help of the Allies. A sponsor in America came forward and vouched for them, saying that an apartment and a job awaited them in Chicago. When they eventually arrived, however, there was no job or apartment for them at all. They were found wandering on Milwaukee Avenue by an old Polish woman who offered them an “apartment.” Desperate, Jacek and Rozalia took it and were shocked to discover that it was really just one room with a bed frame but no mattress.
Jacek quickly set out to find a job and was hired to make cabinets for a company at Milwaukee and Belmont. At the time, he was 36 years old, and he stayed at that job for 34 years, retiring when he was 70. Jacek and Rozalia were eventually able to find a series of better apartments until they moved to one on Greenview, where they stayed for over twenty years.
Jacek and Rozalia had two daughters, Maggie and Ruth. Rozalia stayed home with them and never worked outside the home, as she was always in very poor health. In fact, Jacek says bitterly, he had to do everything inside the house and out, including caring for the girls, because Rozalia was always so sick.
Jacek says that he never had any hobbies because he never had time. His favorite thing used to be drinking a cold beer on a hot day. He says that people have no choice in their lives, that “things or fate just happen to you.” He says that “I’ve had a bad life,” and he can’t seem to shake his bitterness, which Maggie and Ruth say he has had all his life. He blames what he calls his “bad fortune” on the fact that his parents died so young and on his brother-in-law, Alfons, whom, he says, ruined his life. “No one ever helped me,” is his constant mantra.
Jacek has been living alone until very recently when he began falling frequently and then had a heart attack, which hospitalized him. His daughters, both of whom have families and work full-time, brought him to a nursing home to recuperate from surgery, though they want this to be a permanent placement for their father. They have tried discussing this with him, but claim he is not interested in listening. Both Maggie and Ruth report that their father is extremely stubborn and that he has always had a negative attitude, which has made it difficult for them to care for him as the years have gone on. As expected, Jacek is not adjusting well to his new surroundings and says that he can’t enjoy himself because “it’s not my home.”
(Originally written: December 1995)
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From everything he went through in his life something tells me Jacek was always looking for his home.
Thanks, Lindsay! Very insightful. I think you’re right – he was always searching for a home.
How sad for this poor man. I wish for him a jpyous time in his remaining yesrs.
Thanks, Pat. I hope so, too!
The way the story (and others in this blog) are written, it appears that the person is still alive. Some were born as early as 1907 or so. I find this mildly disturbing. I would rather know that he “was not adjusting” not “is not adjusting” since he would probably be 102 years old at this time. Is he still alive?
You bring up a great point, Jeannette. You’re absolutely correct; the endings probably shouldn’t be written in present tense. I will keep this in mind for future posts! And in answer to your question, no, Jacek has since passed away.
I have a grandson named Jacek here in the U.S. Jacek is pronounced “Yaht-sek” in case anyone is wondering. In school, he goes by “Jack”.
Thanks for this, Jeanne!
Wow that was a very hard life, poor guy never had a chance!!!
He did, didn’t he? Thanks for taking the time to read his story, Pam!!
His daughters didn’t do much for him either.
True enough, Arthur! Thanks for taking the time to read his story..
What kind of sister would allow her husband to mistreat and disrespect her family and her own brother, especially when the property belonged to her? It doesn’t matter if it was long ago, many women stood up to there husband’s bad behavior. I hate violence and love peace but I would have a frying pan near me until her husband’s attitude changed or he got out!! Perhaps life would have been a much better one for Jacek. Poor guy!
I was wondering that, too, Ruth. Maybe he was really brutal to her, too, and she didn’t have a choice. It would be interesting to have heard her version of the story. Thanks so much for reading!
After having such a difficult life, one can hardly blame the man for being a little bitter. To his credit, he worked all his life and made a home for his family. I have some sympathy for him and wish him well.
Yes, I would have to agree, Frederick. I can see why he would be bitter, but I wish he could have found at least a little happiness. Thank you for reading his story!!