jannettmatusiak.com
Easter Surprises « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/tag/easter-surprises
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Tag Archives: Easter Surprises. Em Getting Tattooed on Saturday. My niece, Emily, is planning to reveal her new tattoo to. My mother, this morning at Easter breakfast. Dad and Ciocia will be there too of course, but they are silent knowing trees, to Mom’s active frontline. I sense the butter lamb on the table already trembling. I’m trying to picture how Mom will react. Sign of the Cross? Repeat the word tattoo like she might not understand its meaning?
jannettmatusiak.com
Polish Family « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/category/polish-family
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Category Archives: Polish Family. Em Getting Tattooed on Saturday. My niece, Emily, is planning to reveal her new tattoo to. My mother, this morning at Easter breakfast. Dad and Ciocia will be there too of course, but they are silent knowing trees, to Mom’s active frontline. I sense the butter lamb on the table already trembling. I’m trying to picture how Mom will react. Sign of the Cross? Repeat the word tattoo like she might not understand its meaning?
jannettmatusiak.com
Can You Amazing? « musings from a first generation Polish American « Page 2
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/page/2
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Newer posts →. Road Trip to Santa Fe Part 3: Excuse me, Ma’am? Who could blame them? Observing old baskets in a dark room when you’re 16 sounds like a snoozer. Still, at times I saw them staring through the glass cases, writing things in their notebooks. The white index cards beside these works of art contained, dates, tribes, location. What struck me most was seeing this. Artist: Little Bobby’s Wife. A humble place, where things were built to last. I was ...
jannettmatusiak.com
First Generation Stories « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/category/first-generation-stories
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Category Archives: First Generation Stories. When Do You Know Who You Are? On the Lighthouse Writers’ porch last night, sipping a crisp white wine, a writing instructor asked me, When did you first realize you were Polish? Great question, I said. No one has ever asked me that. I’ve never even asked myself that question. 8220;I didn’t even know I was. We knew to be quiet when our parents were glued to the News in the 1980s. They wore Solidarność. On it Unli...
jannettmatusiak.com
mother and daughter relationships « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/tag/mother-and-daughter-relationships
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Tag Archives: mother and daughter relationships. Me and Mom, 1972. I called Mom this morning and asked if I could interview her in honor of Mother’s Day. She agreed. I told her she could answer in Polish or English, whatever came to her. I’m sure I’ve omitted some Polish accent marks, but I’ve tried to spell everything correctly and stay authentic to her voice. Mom’s words as spoken to me. Do you think you raised your kids like your own mother raised you?
jannettmatusiak.com
Second Generation Polish American Stories « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/tag/second-generation-polish-american-stories
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Tag Archives: Second Generation Polish American Stories. Tattooing Family Part 2. I know. I left you hanging and the lamb-shaped butter shaking in its dish on Easter. I, too, was waiting to see what happened when my niece, Em, showed off her tattoo to my Mom. I asked my spy to write down Mom’s reactions and words. We’ll call this spy, Katerina. (Not her civilian name.) Don’t miss a word, I demanded. Here’s how it shook out. 8220;Why did you do that? Hm, Mo...
jannettmatusiak.com
First Generation Polish American Stories « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/tag/first-generation-polish-american-stories
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Tag Archives: First Generation Polish American Stories. When Do You Know Who You Are? On the Lighthouse Writers’ porch last night, sipping a crisp white wine, a writing instructor asked me, When did you first realize you were Polish? Great question, I said. No one has ever asked me that. I’ve never even asked myself that question. 8220;I didn’t even know I was. I lived in a little. Polonia without even knowing the word. On it Unlike Chicago that had a larg...
jannettmatusiak.com
Polish American Life « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/category/polish-american-life
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Category Archives: Polish American Life. When Do You Know Who You Are? On the Lighthouse Writers’ porch last night, sipping a crisp white wine, a writing instructor asked me, When did you first realize you were Polish? Great question, I said. No one has ever asked me that. I’ve never even asked myself that question. 8220;I didn’t even know I was. We knew to be quiet when our parents were glued to the News in the 1980s. They wore Solidarność. On it Unlike C...
jannettmatusiak.com
old world new world views « Can You Amazing?
http://www.jannettmatusiak.com/blog/tag/old-world-new-world-views
Musings from a first generation Polish American. Tag Archives: old world new world views. When Do You Know Who You Are? On the Lighthouse Writers’ porch last night, sipping a crisp white wine, a writing instructor asked me, When did you first realize you were Polish? Great question, I said. No one has ever asked me that. I’ve never even asked myself that question. 8220;I didn’t even know I was. We knew to be quiet when our parents were glued to the News in the 1980s. They wore Solidarność. On it Unlike C...