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!