WWII for the Bednarski family
EVERY NIGHT ENDS THE SAME, AS THE ENTIRE FAMILY GETS ON THEIR KNEES AND RECITES THE LORD’S PRAYER………. IF ONE DAILY ACT DEFINES THE BEDNARSKI’S IT IS THE RECITATION OF THIS PRAYER. THEY BELIEVE IT, AND THEY BELIEVE THAT THEY WILL BE DELIVERED FROM THE EVIL FORCES THAT HAVE UPROOTED THEM FROM THE VILLAGE IN OCCUPIED POLAND WHERE THEY WERE LOADED INTO CATTLE CARS ON THE TRAIN THAT HAS TAKEN THEM TO AUSTRIA NEARLY 1,000 MILES AWAY.
Fred Bednarski and family after immigrating to the America.
FRED GREW STRONG AND HE WAS FAST. FOOTBALL WAS A NATURAL FOR HIM AND HE COULD NOT WAIT FOR THE DAY’S CLASSES TO BE OVER SO HE COULD GET OUT ON THE PRACTICE FIELD. HE LOVED PLAYING AND ESPECIALLY LOVED KICKING THE BALL. HE WAS A MARVEL AND KICKED OFF, PUNTED AND KICKED EXTRA POINTS WITH HIS UNIQUE STYLE IN JUNIOR HIGH, ALWAYS TO THE BEWILDERMENT OF THE OTHER TEAM AND MUCH TO THE DELIGHT OF THE FANS, HIS COACHES AND FELLOW PLAYERS. HIS FIRST COACH TRIED TO KICK THE FOOTBALL LIKE FRED AND DAMN NEAR DISLOCATED HIS HIP. YEARS LATER DARRELL ROYAL TOLD HIS COACHES, “NOBODY MESS WITH BEDNARSKI. I DON’T KNOW HOW HE DOES IT, BUT LET’S NOT SCREW IT UP!”
