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I was hoping that I wouldn’t see your comment like yours. I was almost pleasantly surprised. Then I had to sit and explain to you that just over 62 years ago, a Jewish man by the name of Tony Czarnecki succumbed to PTSD and Depression in Sugar Notch and couldn’t stop himself from driving up to Falls River in Exeter, Wyoming. Just over a year before that, I should mention, his brother Bernie (a native of Sugar Notch) died of a Schizophrenia-related coronary occlusion in LebCo. Before then, living on Freed Street, he was demonized as “mentally ill”; and the censustaker in 1950 couldn’t be bothered to not act like a Nazi or a Stalinist, because he was quick to define and demonize Great-Granduncle Bernie by his mental illness.
Going back even a few more years, Great-Granddad (a hidden Jew who at least knew that something was wrong when his mother had a baby that was not his father’s baby) watched as his Schizophrenia- and PTSD-afflicted mother gave out due to trauma-exacerbated Bright’s Disease (in fact on April 6th 90 years ago this year). Meanwhile, his family was divided enough between parents, as his father was described as “an alcoholic“ and his sister Alexandria (as we are Ashkenazi and Sefardi Jewish) changed her middle name from “Alice” (for Sarah) to “Julia” (for my father’s paternal grandfather, Yehudah “Julian” Zernetzky or Czerniecki) after her mother (my paternal grandfather’s paternal grandmother, Asenat Sarah “Aleksandra Alicja/Ellen” Czerniecki née Andrulewicz) died (and Great-Great-Granddad was deceased as of 1922).
When Great-Granddad’s son Jack moved from Sugar Notch and Pennsylvania altogether, generational and direct PTSD and Depression did not just go away. In fact, before he died and in one of our phone calls, he said to me that he was fine “if I can get out of bed in the morning…”. It didn’t click with me until after I had my own Depression flareup in which I could not get out of bed that I inherited Depression from him, and it in fact did not skip a generation. Elsewhere, an Andrulewicz cousin was denied naturalization several times and besmirched is having bad character. Based on what I know, he in fact had Schizophrenia.
Therefore, news from Arizona about a man whom killed his parents during a psychosis episode is in fact local to NEPA—especially when my paternal grandfather’s paternal family is enough proof that mental illness doesn’t care who you are or where you are.
