tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887313872147640384.post3037425072897645534..comments2023-03-09T09:36:13.589-06:00Comments on Jamie Janosz: The Day I Was SwedishJamie Janoszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01449767562868031644noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887313872147640384.post-6234415812742943162013-12-03T18:37:07.665-06:002013-12-03T18:37:07.665-06:00Sonia - My mother-in-law had the same experience. ...Sonia - My mother-in-law had the same experience. Her parents came from Poland and spoke the language. They never really blended into American culture - so it was left to her and her siblings to find their way. I do love this little bit of ethnic heritage that I married into!Jamie Janoszhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01449767562868031644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887313872147640384.post-11579730232676195552013-12-03T05:57:13.667-06:002013-12-03T05:57:13.667-06:00You just described my life in that last paragraph!...You just described my life in that last paragraph! My parents moved here in '69 from Poland and have stayed thoroughly foreign and weird ever since. They were grateful for America (communism made Poland less fun than it could have been) but never really assimilated. Add to this we were Southern Baptists, who are thoroughly American, and it makes for a confusing childhood. I married an Irish American all American and needless to say bringing the bisquick American heritage his Velveeta loving mother raised him with to our perogi and kielbasa ways has been interesting. Our poor children!Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265570944148272449noreply@blogger.com