Genetical Heritage

Who was my great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather?

It is not a clear issue for me and other young people in the family. It was never talked about enthusiastically, openly, or loudly. Generally, you had to be "annoying" to get more specific information from someone from the elders <who might have known>.
As obedient to the wishes of my parents and grandparents, I was always pleased with what I heard, if as a result I was reminded that I should not be too interested in this topic.
It has never been like this with science, education, music, sports, and prayer. To this day, I do not know why, I am very inquisitive by nature and do not give up so easily.
Perhaps in this way I wanted to show the respect that I have for both parents and grandparents <on both sides>, not to interfere with the due authority. For me, as a little girl, the most important thing at that time was who my grandfather was, not who his father was.

Children do not always follow in the footsteps of their parents or one of them. 

This was my way of thinking then, as a little girl.

In the age of so-called adolescent rebellion, when I was a teenager, I was kind of helped by homework in one of my favorite school subjects, history.
As homework, everyone was supposed to prepare an essay, a paper on their closest genealogical branches, and mention of further ancestors.
Without waiting long, I started pulling my grandparents by the tongue.

Grandma then showed me original noble copies and medals of merit, honorary and heroic of my great-great-grandparents.

The story and the facts did not make up one logical whole, because I know something else from the city.

Despite my intelligence and understanding of the facts, I was so stunned that I asked for an explanation.

It turned out that one of the grandparents was a very high-ranking general of the vermacht, and the other was a general of general Anders' army. It was explained to me that these facts are hidden, despite the fact that children <my grandparents, parents and I> do not continue the methods of our ancestors, many people hate us because of the pain that is passed down in their hearts from generation to generation, often unscrupulous to punish us heirs of blood.
It was also explained to me that after the First World War, there were attempts to withdraw to society, because, as everyone knows, it was not going to happen to the Second World War.

My great-grandfather started a taxi company, in 1937 he wrote the song "Ride Mr. Zielonka".

Where did "Zielonka" come from?
From the surname, Tondygroch. The final five letters stand for the word "pea" on its own.
In these European areas, mainly when it comes to "peas", it comes to mind the green variety of the food. Every day and from celebration times, each Tondygroch is called "Zielonka" or simply "Peas".

These facts were briefly and very humorously described by one of the local newspapers, because my grandfather was never too fond of publicity. As can be seen in the photo.

Original Article:

https://gliwice.naszemiasto.pl/dal-rektorowi-prowadzic/ar/c4-6558175

Jedziem Panie Zielonka!

Lyrics:
Czekam na autobus i się wściekam wprost
Księżyc, stary łobuz, świeci prosto w nos
Śmieją się latarnie, że mi dęciak znikł
Nikt mnie nie przygarnie, nikt
Po kieliszkach paru tęskny w sercu ścisk
Znowu mnie dziś z baru jazda, won na pysk
Jest dryndulka klawa, panie starszy, stop
Weź mnie z sobą, bądź morowy chłop

Jadziem, panie Zielonka Ja dzisiaj forsę mam, ja dzisiaj humor mam W zastaw poszła jesionka Więc jak nie wypić dziś/mam za zdrowie dam

Gdzie jest tej nocy bal i dużo pięknych pań
Tam ze mną, bracie, wal, do rana ze mną tańcz
Więc, bracie, nie bądź zły, po kawalersku gnaj
Zielonko, buzi daj i nie mów "ty"

Jadziem, panie Zielonka Ja dzisiaj humor mam, ja dzisiaj forsę mam Nic nie dowie się żonka Że w nocy mężuś pił za zdrowie dam