Maria Woś, the nastorka of Polish Radio Wrocław, 1 of the most prominent columnists in the past of this genre, wrote to me after this highly lofty ceremony: "It was 1 of the most beautiful funerals I have always been to in my full long life."
Of course, the large sadness, but moving to the immeasurable depth of the atmosphere of the event, made it unforgettable for all its participants. Maria Woś, expressing her pain after “that Jadzi is no longer with us,” besides said that this extraordinaryness made “history revived...”
History – worthy of a vast book. It was a long and dense thread that I had the privilege of learning only in fragments. But each 1 of them fell into my memory so powerfully that as long as I walk on this earth myself, then there will always be in me and the sound of Mrs. Jadwiga's words and the full series of images that were painted in my imagination together with everyone. Speaking about her years of life in Stanisławów, she seldom had the chance to illustrate her household memories with souvenirs. The exiled from the household side could take with them small and then the most precious household memorabilia were lost during subsequent burglaries of bandits from communist security. In an effort to draw up a list of all possible contacts of the household co-creating the most powerful of the bastions of the independency underground – the brigands stole almost all the household photographs. For their anti-Polish use, they created albums from them, in order to interview subsequent arrested people to extract information from them about all persons, established in stolen photographs of Morawiecki. In this way, the photographs and the most precious pictures for Mrs. Jadwiga and the full household are lost. Those over a 100 years old, those pre-war and depicting life in times of war, occupation, rebuilding life on the ruins of a lost homeland.
One of the fewer surviving photographs involves a communicative that cannot be forgotten. This photograph depicts Mrs. Jadwiga from her first years of attending universal school, with large affection for her teacher. Speaking about this story, Mrs Jadwiga said that she loved this person, that she absorbed all lesson she taught and that she was the 1 who taught her patriotism. Poland, for it was able to talk about love for the country in a way that was perfectly accessible to respective children. As a result, it is only for Jadzia, who started her school education that worship for her country became obvious, and with him – a large admiration, respect and affection for the individual so incomparable in these values. All this is expressed in the face of the girl in this remarkable photograph. Sensitive, all the more so due to the fact that in a sympathetic way akin to Mrs. Jadwiga's face even after respective decades. 1 can imagine what a tragedy for an 11 - year - old Jadzi must have shot that teacher by German occupiers. In this execution the Germans murdered a large part of Stanisławów's school staff. Which was just 1 of the events of the unimaginable band of crimes suffered by Stanisławów, Pokęta and all of Poland. As early as September 1939, together with his household and many another Poles, she had to hide from the fire and bombs dropped from Luftwaffe aircraft. Immediately thereafter came russian terror, during which many relatives and acquaintances were imprisoned and exported to Siberia. erstwhile the NKVD home brought families with her closest friends out of the same building, they fell and threatened to share the same destiny at the same time. These words were spoken by people well by Jadwidze and her parents known – surviving in the same Stanislaws, only that another nationality and zealously devoted to russian tyrants. With the outbreak of the German-Soviet war from Stanislaw prison, death marches were driven to the East. Under russian bayonets there were besides relatives of Mrs. Jadwiga. By superhuman effort, a long part of this way 1 of them carried his companion of misery on his own back. Anyone who fell out of strength was stabbed with bayonets stuck on rifles. The conversion of russian occupier to German was only a transition to another dimension of hell in Stanisławów. erstwhile the Germans were bored of having street executions in the late autumn, the fresh method of mass execution gave them the sulfurous frosts. Hundreds of those arrested were buried behind the prison wall, after which, from the first level windows, they entertained the watering of their victims. In the winter morning, no of them always happened. Stanislaws then became a witness to the ghastly bark of wagons filled with frozen corpses roaming his streets. At the same time, the next incarnation of the nightmare was an unimaginable carnage, by Ukrainian genocidal killers besides made just under Stanisławów. Their perpetrators besides sold their announcements, according to which the same destiny was shortly to be shared by all Polish residents of this city. And many of them died the cruelest deaths frequently erstwhile trying to store in Stanislaw suburbs. Traveling to them was a necessity, the alternate of which may have been hunger death.
As a consequence of the return of the russian occupation, the remoteness of the threat from the hands of German and Ukrainian hatchets active the expulsion from the hometown. From Stanisławów, from its very beginnings so powerfully connected with Polish past and tradition. From the city of countless large Polish patriots, to whom they belonged and 1 of our national heroes Stanisław Sosabowski and 1 of the top heroes of Polish literature – the noblest figure of Sienkiewicz's Trilogy, whose earthly destiny ends in this city. After that, the life halt was Wieluń and yet – which was the first sea of the ruins of Wrocław. Despite the fact that the full material basis of the household established in it was a fraction of a place in a tenement home – a remnant on the outskirts of burnt quarters, she raised 5 children. 1 of the daughters died from an incurable disease. In her desire to be a mother, she did not quit her job, but interrupted a well-developed technological career. Overcrowded with all the mini imagery – the flat was able to make home full not only of household warmth, but besides of the most caring and fullest formation of its children. With specified a home keeper, the closeness of the space held to the least degree does not prevent the top literature and music to be present in this miniature house, so that patriotic banners and duplicated – forbidden by the reigning government of the Bible.
One of the moments in my younger years was the 1 in which for the first time a copy of the “Dolnośląski Bulletin” was placed in my hands. After asking many friends about the circumstances of the writing, I think everyone pointed to the large and seldom mentioned function of Jadwiga Morawiecka. I tried to ask Mrs. Jadwiga respective times myself, but usually the answer was that “it was the only thing she didn’t bother” that “sometimes she did something that she was asked to do in connection with the publication of this letter.” How demeaning it is for a individual who, in the first order, was attacked by the introduction of martial law immediately and without delay, dedicated himself to helping others. And as a wife, the most fiercely pursued leader of the underground solidarity was, after all, 1 of those to whom this aid belonged most. How much safety abusers were “targeted” showed detentions and calls, home searches carried out both officially and secretly, by means of a burglary in the absence of the household. There were no shortages of assassinations, of which at least 1 almost ended her death. This almost didn't happen erstwhile the wheels started falling off the car she was driving. Fortunately, the right fell off in front of the left, so a tiny fiat alternatively of driving under the hood of a large truck was thrown on the vicinity pavement. The asylum of the oppressors around could not be a umbilical cottage. And he was assaulted, with the most preferred time of assault being the mediate of the night abruptly torn apart by the scream of bandits promising death in the fire and faking the flunking and burning of wooden walls and roofs.
When I met Mrs. Jadwiga I frequently wondered how it was possible that despite surviving in specified a large part filled not only with superhuman hardship, but besides with tragedies and situations of terrible danger, she remained invariably so warm, kind, serenity, optimism. Most most likely this was due to a deep awareness that this was our Polish destiny for many generations. From the belief that if for centuries we have struggled with oppression from successive invaders, invaders, occupiers, our individual destiny is simply a reasonably apparent continuation of specified and not another historical or geopolitical realities. No uncertainty the power of religion in God was large in Mrs. Jadwiga's attitude. This faith, which is the chief azimut of all the steps taken, and at the same time an overriding, unbreakable origin of unwavering conviction of the large sense of such, alternatively than a different form of all its earthly toil.
The departure of specified an extraordinary individual is simply a immense loss, bringing a sense of deficiency and emptiness. However, specified a abrupt deficiency of the top awareness of God’s large gift to us is besides evident. People verbally and extraverbally radiating their nobility, goodness, wisdom, the ethos of permanent service to those in request of help, fighting for justice and freedom. Meetings with Jadwiga Morawiecka frequently had the power to instill in others the same duty. For me, these meetings have always been an honor, and many conversations with Mrs. Jadwiga will stay in my memory forever. It was fortunate that Mrs. Jadwiga and my loved ones met sometimes. I was looking for an chance for it myself. Hence, erstwhile Mateusz, who worked in Warsaw a fewer years ago on Mother's Day, said that if it was possible, he would connect with his parent with a skypike, I immediately called my younger son. Turns out he just had a couple of hours off, so he took his laptop into his backpack, got on his bike, and after arriving in Krynicka, he made it possible to talk to his parent and boy via online video transmission.
Mrs. Jadwiga was called “a silent hero” in her farewell speeches. These words may be correct, but proceeding them sometimes accompanied me with anxiety, whether or not they are well understood, and whether in any way they have a somewhat diminishing sound. In the case of Jadwiga Morawiecka we are talking about a individual without whom a large part of what in the fresh past of Poland may not have been the most valuable. Without her support, would Kornel be able to print his flyers from March 1968, carry out protest actions specified as the 1 against the aggression of the Warsaw Pact troops to Czechoslovakia? At that time, she had 3 children under her care, including 1 just born. After all, the consequences of arresting a husband at large hazard would fall upon her. Not only was she not opposed, but as much as possible – she supported him in what almost all another female would then reject as a mad and pointless game with fire. Without Jadwiga Morawiecka "Dolnośląski Bulletin" would it become what it was? So 1 of the biggest and definitely the best periodicals of the pre-August opposition, in all of south-western Poland is absolutely the most important? And then she was paid for it with a symphony of constant repression, to which they belonged, and to which she almost paid with her life and her son.
On 9 August 2025 the Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary on the Wrocław Sand Island almost broke in stitches from the crowds who came to say goodbye to Mrs. Jadwiga. Tens of banners, president of the Republic of Poland Andrzej Duda, president of the Law and Justice organization Jarosław Kaczyński, president of the Constitutional Tribunal Julia Przyłębska, respective twelve another people who inactive hold advanced state functions. The heads of all the most crucial institutions that are watching over the Polish national memory, possibly a 100 MPs, senators, MEPs and, above all, hundreds of people erstwhile engaged in the independency underground. "What quite a few acquainted faces, how many with all memorable memories..." – and this reflection was shared by the editor Maria Woś who participated in this Holy Mass. Without a uncertainty – hundreds in fresh decades of the Polish People's Republic – of the most active in the conflict for independency of the homeland. Hence, and most aware of the function played by Mrs Jadwig Morawiecka.
When it comes to living, it comes to bringing individual close, important, extraordinary to the grave – in the depths of sadness come and thoughts that are not simply a specified comfort. For the real fact is that it cannot be any nation in which specified people sometimes appear.
Artur Adamski
