For many years I had desired to see the town my family came from, which I could only envision though the eyes of my twenty-five antique postcards.
Ten years ago I made contact with the president of the Tarnobrzeg Historical Society and those postcards had begun to bloom. With his help, I collected photographs of the two houses/businesses my family owned. They were in color. The yellow two-story house with snowflake white shutters became more colorful, with its carved mural over the back door. The house was located on the north end of the town square, next to the Catholic Church. My great-grandfather bought this home in 1902; his name was Chaim Josef Eder.
From the 1880 census I knew he sold flour, and who his children were and what their names were. They all followed their uncle Motel Eder to America, except David Eder, who with his family died in the Holocaust.
On the southwest corner stands the home of Moses Isaac Schlissel, my other great-grandfather. This tiny ugly corner business, along with the triangle median patch of land, with shrubs, still stands today, although it is being remodeled.
In 1994, I had planned to make my pilgrimage but the realities of life interfered. The town kept growing, as I could see though the pictures on the internet.
In 2001 my trip became a reality.