Thank you Carol for the warm invitation. My cusin told me a story that happened to him. Our family were those people who never talked to us kids about who we were. Many people that I have met have told me the same thing. So, we knew very little about our background. The most our parents would say is that we were Germans, and yet they didn't speak German as we know it. Anyway, my cusin had married a lady from Poland and her mother lived with them for many years. Whenever his wife or mother-in-law would get mad at him they would call him a lousy Kashuby, and he said for all those years he never knew what they meant until he learned that we were Kashubians. This story has become somewhat of a joke in the family.