This is a picture of my husband, Stanislaw Wygodzki. In the picture he is signing his books. I’m not sure which book it was, but something published in the 1960s, when the picture was taken.
My husband started writing in the 1920s. His first book was published in 1935 in Moscow, it was poetry [the 'Apel' ('Assembly') volume of poetry was published in Moscow in 1933].
This is a picture of a delegation from Israel visiting Auschwitz in 1963.
It was taken during the commemoration of the 20th anniversary of the uprising in the Warsaw ghetto. I am standing third the right.
In 1963 my cousin from Israel, Fredka, visited us. She had run away from Poland during the war, to Hungary and later went from Hungary to Palestine. She came for the 20th anniversary celebrations of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.
This is a picture of a delegation from Israel visiting Auschwitz.
It was taken during the commemoration of the 20th anniversary of the uprising in the Warsaw ghetto. I am standing second from the right.
In 1963 my cousin from Israel, Fredka, visited us. She had run away from Poland during the war, to Hungary and later went from Hungary to Palestine.
This is a picture of me, Irena Wygodzka, taken in the Tatry Mountains in the 1950s.
When we arrived in Poland in 1947 we were forced to change our personal data. The authorities explained that first and last names should be Polish and not other.
Other meant Jewish. There was even an ordinance about this. My husband changed his name to Stanislaw and I - to Irena. As the names of my parents I put: Barbara and Henryk Lewicki, instead of Beitner, and of my husband's:
This is a picture of me, Irena Wygodzka, taken in 1958 in the Polish Mountains, in Dolina Koscieliska.
There is a story connected with this picture. My father once took a picture of me on a rock in Dolina Koscieliska.
It was in 1936 in Zakopane. I had that picture with me throughout the war, it was one of the few keepsakes I had.
After many years I really wanted to find that rock and I did. I had a picture taken in the same place, it was in 1958. Father wasn't there any longer, but the picture has remained and so has the rock.
This is a picture of me, taken on holiday in Chylice in 1956.
1956 was a year of political turmoil. I wasn't involved politically. I wasn't in the Party, but I didn't rebel against the authorities either. I didn't go to all those discussions at the writers' club. That was my husband's domain.
My husband was in the Party. After Khrushchev's declaration at the Twentieth Party Congress his eyes were opened. He didn't return his party membership card, but he openly spoke his mind during meetings.