Anatol Maciejny, 88, took a recent break from sorting laundry at his northeast Minneapolis home and agreed to share his dizzying immigration story, which began with his birth in a part of Poland that's now in war-torn Ukraine.
From there, things snaked to a World War II work camp in Siberia, through an eight-month separation from his mother at age 8, to refugee camps in Iran, Iraq and Syria, until finally a Swedish freighter brought him to the United States.
A few years later, Maciejny (MAH-chaney) was serving as a U.S. Army meteorologist in Korea after the war there ended.
Back in 1943, when he reunited with his mother in Iran after shuffling through a series of Soviet orphanages, "she said I was skin and bones with a distended stomach, and a doctor told her I'd only live for 10 days.
"But here I am, 80 years later talking about it," he said. "Sometimes when I tell my story it sounds like it must be somebody else's. Did I really live through all that?"
Anatol, then 15, arrived in northeast Minneapolis with his mother, Helena, on Jan. 31, 1950 — thanks to sponsorship from an aunt who had earlier joined the neighborhood's thriving Polish community. It's been his home ever since.
He started his American education at Holy Cross Catholic School, part of what was the Twin Cities' largest Polish parish. "But the teachers were all nuns speaking Polish, so that wasn't much help in picking up English," he said. He can still write and read Polish and speak some Farsi, Arabic and Russian gleaned from his childhood wandering.
After Korea, Maciejny tried to cash in on his military meteorological training, but the Weather Bureau guys at the Twin Cities airport were in their early 20s, like him. The only two meteorologist jobs he was offered were in Nome, Alaska, and "atop 10,000 feet of ice in Greenland."