Henryk Rejmers

Lib and I have been down to Lakes a couple of times lately, last weekend, and about a month ago. The first visit was a bit of R+R and our friend Will was going try to get to get there to look at options for building new steps/deck at the rear side as the existing were removed due to the substantial excavations that went on to do the new retaining walls. These walls are up but backfilling has not yet been done as the contractors are busy with emergency work elsewhere. The cost of the work is now tallied to $93,000 which is staggering and demoralizing, this cost shared by three families as the house is owned by Lib and her sisters.

As it turned out Will couldn't make it then so we arranged to go on the weekend just gone which was his first available opportunity. We drove down Saturday and came back Sunday. We discussed a few options with Willy and he's been given the green light to get it done asap which will be in a couple of weeks from now.

On our visit in April we met neighbour Dorothy one day who is now on her own after her husband Henryk died last year of mesothelioma, that ghastly form of lung cancer that is contracted through exposure to asbestos dust and usually takes about 30 years to manifest. Tears welled in her eyes. Henryk was 87 and had an amazing life story some of which I had heard about previously as Dorothy and Henryk were good friends of Lib's parents Molly and Bill.

I found a little book at Lakes house which I brought back with me. It was an account by Henryk of his story, beginning in 1925 at birth in Poland. He was the youngest of thirteen children born to his mother and father who lived in Warsaw at the outbreak of WW2 in 1939. Henryk and his family survived the bombing and strafing but Henryk was arrested in 1941 aged 16 while he was out shopping for material for his mother and press ganged by train to Germany where he was sent to a work camp. He was never to see his mother  and father again, indeed it was some 47 years before he went back to visit his siblings. He escaped the work camp eventually and travelled far, eventually being captured by police and put to work on a farm where he was when the Russians came. He wanted to get out of Russian occupied Germany get so he took off and managed to get through the Russian lines.

After quite a while in refugee camps he migrated to Australia and ultimately and worked  off his two year obligation to work where he was told with a team in the south east of  SA cutting down trees so that pine forests could be planted. The only tools they had was an axe each and a sharpening stone and a file and it was very hard work. He met and married Dorothy whose father worked in the forest camp and eventually moved to Adelaide where he worked for the Council then bought a service station. After several years this was bought out by a neighbouring company who then employed Henryk and Dorothy. They bought a house in Adelaide and lived there till the mid sixties, raising three kids. Henryk was a motor mechanic but had no trade certificate.

Morwell was the next call. Dorothy's sisters married two Italians and Henry and Dorothy visited them in Morwell where they lived, and decided it was time a move to Morwell where there were good opportunities. Henryk started work with the SEC at the power stations and sat exams to have his fitting and turning certificate approved. He worked there until retirement in the mid 1980's, when they moved to Lakes.

Hendryk had a hard working life beginning with slave labour in the German factory. For years he did not have enough to eat and suffered all manner of hardships along the way. He never saw the inside of a hospital as a patient till his mid eighties. He must have picked up some asbestos dust cleaning brake drums out as a mechanic or in the power stations where its use was extensive. A sad end to a fine man.

The inside cover of the little book I read had writing by Henryks hand-

'To Bill and Molly Meek, from Hendryk - November 1996'.

In his acknowlegements he thanks Molly and others for inspiring him to write the book. I'll never go to Lakes without fond memory of Hendryk, and Dorothy, whose house is for sale, she's planning to move to a unit closer to town where she won't need to drive if she chooses not.