I forgot to add that there was dancing, and today would have been my father’s birthday…each year there was my birthday, then my grandfather’s (my grandparents lived with us), then my dad’s – all within days. Any party my parents had called for dancing! so I know my dad would love to see this photo today. Keeping up the traditions. My parents rolled up the big living room carpet, had the stereo on, the records skipping, and as the evening went on, and the vodka came out, the Polish and Russian music worked their way into the quieting scene.