A Couple of Polocks on Casimir Pulaski Day

Sometimes things just work out perfectly and you get to spend your day off for Casimir Pulaski Day with your best Polish cousin.  Sometimes, your best Polish cousin is also your dear friend and roommate.  What being Polish means to me, is the same for her, so we laughed all day at what we thought was “Polish as hell” like our successful trip to the thrift store and our matching moccasin slippers with unflattering socks showing at the bottom of our yoga pants.  Sweet cheese pierogis, sausage and sauerkraut for dinner.  Being crafty.  Our dads.

What else is Polish as hell, Julie?

Us.

We really need to go the library and research our Polish heritage.

Should we call gramma later?

Happy Casimir Pulaski Day, Illinois!

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5 thoughts on “A Couple of Polocks on Casimir Pulaski Day

  1. My husbands family is Polish, yet we had never heard of Casimir Pulaski Day until we moved to Joliet. Now that we are back in Indiana people here have no idea what it is. Fun memory. And the name has to be said in one’s best Chicago accent. 😉

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