Stanisław Mikołajczyk
Class 4a
Niewachlów, 15 November 1946
My memories of German crimes
One day in the summer of 1943, my dad was returning from work in Kielce to Niewachlów. It was a hot day, so he sat down by our stream, probably in order to rest, and fell asleep. Some Germans were passing by; they fired several shots at dad and killed him. We waited for dad in vain that day, for he didn’t return. We didn’t sleep that night.
Early in the morning we learned from witnesses to this crime that dad had been shot by the Germans, that he was dead. His body was lying by the Sufraganiec Creek, not far from our house, about two kilometers away. We went there, put dad’s corpse on a cart and brought it home. The next day we drove dad to the cemetery.
If dad hadn’t been killed, we wouldn’t be destitute, because he was a good carpenter. Alas, the Germans brought poverty and sadness on us.