My husband Vince is a man of simple pleasures, difficult to buy for and easy to please. He loves his family, camp fires, river floats, booyah and smoked meat. Inexplicably, given his limited exposure to the genre in his childhood, he also loves to polka. Every year since he first discovered it, Vince and I, [...]
An old Polish expression says, Nie chwal dnia przed zachodem slonca (Don't praise the day before sunset.) We're a pessimistic lot, we Poles. But, we knew as soon as we set our chairs under a green and gold tent in Hofa Park, that Sunday would be sublime. A fresh breeze rustled the tarp, the new [...]
The weather conditions could not have been better for us to introduce our two youngest children to the magic of Pulaski Polka Days. A booyah breeze wafted over us as we took our customary place in front of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary Church. Chubby babies meandered, proud veterans represented, and then, with [...]
Dear Internet, I’m not that nerdy, I swear. I know how that last post made it seem. Believe me, if I had seen pictures of some teenage girl huddled in front of a computer screen cuddling an accordion, I would’ve thought she was a nerd too. I don’t blame you Internet. We don’t really have [...]
A parade we had not expected trapped us on opposite sides of a street Sunday afternoon but, with the summer air filled with both polka music and the enticing smell of grilled polish sausage, neither of us minded. We parked our cars on our respective sides of Pulaski Street and settled in to enjoy the [...]