My mom was probably only a quarter Polish but her mom was always proud of her Polish heritage because she taught herself the language. Her husband was right from Poland. His last name was spelled with lots of y’s and k’s. Her favorite story was she’d see him sitting in the chair reading the newspaper from Poland and he’s laughing laughing, she goes, what’s so funny old man? He’d say, if you’re so smart girl American girl, you read it you figure out yourself! So she taught herself Polish with the help of the neighbors. 

She always made potato salad. Every gathering we had she made it in her Polish bowl we have it up here, one of those gold rimmed Hall’s chinaware bowls. – Dave