Kiss me, I'm Polish.

While visiting my grammie this weekend, I looked at hundreds of my favorite old photographs. Ones from way before my time; pictures that have become a part of my memory. They're awesome, I love them. So, I thought I'd do you a favor and share a few good ones every now and then.

These are my great-grandparents. They escaped the Russian army to come over to America. They're 100% Polish and never spoke a word of English. Pretty amazing stories come from their experiences, but the best part? His name was Stanislas Zarzeski. And everytime I hear "Stanislas" I automatically think "Coleslaw." Great grandpa Coleslaw.