We're all Polish! At least for a day!

This weekend, we kicked it at St. Stan's Polish Festival with some nice pierogies and potato pancakes.  What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon! My husband's family is Polish.  His grandfather, Joseph, immigrated (twice, actually) to the United States and moved to St. Louis.  He served as a medic in the Battle of the Bulge during World War II.  And, after swearing off marriage, he wed a beautiful woman and had eight children. 

People say Jim looks like a younger version of his grandpa!  What do you think?

It's pretty neat to think how your family starts.  Because of Grandpa Joe, I found my match... and became a part of a wonderfully unique family.  They still get together for the holidays; they support each other for life's big events; they're all die-hard St. Louis Cardinals fans.  I admire them so much.  Since we are no longer near each other, it makes me happy to munch on a pierogie, do the chicken dance and shout "Nostrovia!" ...all in their honor. 

I love hearing about family traditions.  If you've got a good one, please share!