A glimpse into Christmastime in Poland, to the tune of the English Christmas carol, Twelve Days of Christmas*. *Please note that not all numbers reflect the actual amount of the item…they just sounded fun. On the twelve days of Christmas, we Polish folk enjoyed: Twelve meatless dishes Arguably the most eventful and important evening of […]
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I eat my first meal of the day around 11 am or noon (unless you count coffee). It’s usually nothing special—a bowl of oatmeal, a piece of fruit, some yogurt. As a kid, a “meal” like that was unheard of, especially in our Polish household. Weekdays, my dad and sister left for work before 7
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When I was 8 years old, my parents enrolled me in Polish school, in addition to regular school. Polish school, from K to 8th grade, was held every Saturday for approximately four hours. The primary purpose was, much like Sunday school, to teach kids religion. We were also taught Polish geography, language, and history. We
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I didn’t realize how important mushrooms were to Polish culture until we came to the U.S. Whereas foraging for mushrooms was a regular activity back home, it was unheard of (to me) in the States. This was partly because we lived in the city—NYC isn’t known for its sprawling forests—but also because it’s just not
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Pumpkin spice, apple cider donuts, corn mazes…autumn is upon us! In the U.S., fall begins with a whiff of the “PSL”, continues through spooky season, and culminates with the grand feast of Thanksgiving. In Poland, things look a little different. Celebrating the end of harvest season A few years ago, I was fortunate to spend
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As an immigrant, how do you embrace your current identity while staying connected to the culture of your birthplace? I spent years, decades even, trying to be American: understanding (American) football, learning how to count in feet, and developing a taste for macaroni and cheese. It wasn’t easy. Then one day, I realized I had
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My parents won the green card lottery. Did they, a middle-aged couple with a six-year-old, plan on uprooting their lives and coming to the U.S.? No. Did they do it? Absolutely. It was a dark September morning when I, a spindly six year old with pigtails, walked out the door for the last time as
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A few months before I was born, the Berlin Wall had fallen: the beginning of the end of Soviet oppression in Poland and many other European countries. Although I did not witness it first hand, evidence of Communist rule was apparent for years after its end.
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These stories may be morbid, but they are crucial to painting a complete picture of the country and for remembering all those who fought, and those who died, for their nation.
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On a crisp September morning in 1996, my family and I embarked on a 5-hour drive from our little town of Kolbuszowa to Warsaw, Poland’s capital. My parents and I, along with my eldest sister Ania, rode in our big Fiat, while the rest of our siblings followed in their little Fiat. We were heading
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