Personal Narrative: A Polish Wedding

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A polish wedding

“You and dad look so young in this,” I say to my mother staring at the photo in awe. “Can you believe it was 30 years ago?” My mother says to me with a smile on her face. My parents have just celebrated their 30 year anniversary this past January. As I look at the photograph I notice the two people next to them “mom, who are they?” She laughs a little and says “really?” I nod my head still unsure of who they are, “That’s Mirek and his wife at the time,” Mirek is my mother’s older brother. I have only seen pictures of him when he was either very young or very old not when he was a teen or an adult, I noticed a slight resemblance of my brothers and the man in the picture, who I now know is my uncle and now, I understood how. Then I began to really look at the features of my young parents, what they are wearing and such. “Nice hair mom.” As I say this she looks at me with a regretful look on her face “I got a perm, I did it once and I will never do it again.” I laughed as she looks at her hair in the photograph with a semi-disgusted look on her face. My mother was wearing a white lace dress, she got the dress from a relative here in Canada. My father wore a bow-tie
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“I was 3 months pregnant with Rafal.” Rafal is my oldest brother who is turning 30 now, makes sense. “Oh wow, did everyone know?” I asked, completely unaware of this. “Yes, everyone knew,” she says laughing. “Why was this photograph taken?” I asked. “This photograph was taken because I wanted a ton of pictures from my wedding and so did both my family and your father’s family,” she said. “How did you pay for the wedding?” I asked. “My parents and your father’s parents paid for it, that is a tradition in Poland, but weddings in Poland aren’t as crazy as they are here.” I thought about what she meant by “as crazy as they are here” and she meant big weddings, with many people and lots of expensive

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