"The Flower and I" by a Teenage Refugee at Fort Ontario
11/1/1944 - 12/9/1944
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Ralph Kuznitzki was a 15-year-old refugee living in the United States during World War II. He was housed at the Ft. Ontario refugee camp, a former Army base near Oswego, NY. A number of children and teens were among the refugees housed at Ft. Ontario, and 23 children were born in the camp before it was closed in 1946.
While most refugees at the camp could make only limited visits to the town of Oswego, school-aged children were able to attend local schools. Kuznitzki attended high school in Oswego. He wrote this composition for an English assignment.
His work was sent to Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes from Ruth Gruber, special assistant to the secretary. Gruber served a key role in identifying refugees to bring to the United States. Known as “Mother Ruth,” she escorted the men, women and children and helped them settle in the camp.
While most refugees at the camp could make only limited visits to the town of Oswego, school-aged children were able to attend local schools. Kuznitzki attended high school in Oswego. He wrote this composition for an English assignment.
His work was sent to Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes from Ruth Gruber, special assistant to the secretary. Gruber served a key role in identifying refugees to bring to the United States. Known as “Mother Ruth,” she escorted the men, women and children and helped them settle in the camp.
Transcript
Kuznitski, RalphEnglish 3B
Wednesday, 1st Nov.
The Flower and I
The fresh and rather cold morning breeze blew directly in my face, making my ears and the tip of my nose, red. I had passed the houses which protected me against it, and now I was crossing a wet lawn. I hurried to pass it. But when I arrived at the next block of houses, I noticed that a small part of it had come along with me. It was stuck in my shoe, that small flower. After having picked it up, I was about to throw it away, when I suddenly came to think of a strange fact. How greatly likely was the flower’s life with mine! It may be a stupid idea, but there is something true with it.
Born far away, it stayed in its calm life only for a short time. Where was it born? I don’t know. It didn’t answer me when I asked it. In its youngest years the wind of nature brought it and the tornado of Nazis brought me away from our mother place. Many things we saw, we passed many strange spots on this earth, I imagine. Then comes the difference between our lives. After a long time it found its place, where to settle down, where to stay for all its life, till the cruel feet of a boy came to take it away. I found a place too, but will this place be my fatherland, my place where I can settle down, develop and finally -- die? I hope so, because I like it and feel the liberty which is here, as the medicine for my illness.The illness of terror and suppressed rights of a man. And then when the foot of bones will strike me, I’ll be satisfied with my life and my work.
The shrill blast of the sirens awoke me from my dreams. I didn’t throw the flower away. I kept it, and now it hangs on the wall of my room, as a symbol of hope for a home for myself and a fatherland for me and my descendants.
Ralph Kuznitski
This primary source comes from the Records of the Office of the Secretary of the Interior .
National Archives Identifier: 176888906
Full Citation: 'The Flower and I' English Composition by Teenage Refugee at the Ft. Ontario Emergency Refugee Shelter; 11/1/1944 - 12/9/1944; 1-5 Refugees (Pt. 1); Central Classified Files, 1907 - 1972; Records of the Office of the Secretary of the Interior , Record Group 48; National Archives at College Park, College Park, MD. [Online Version, https://www.docsteach.org/documents/document/flower-and-i, December 1, 2023]Activities that use this document
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