Postcard friendship friday

I know I've probably mentioned that I'm the daughter of immigrants. Post WWII Polish Immigrants. As children we were Polish, not Canadians, we were allowed to speak English to each other, but not to my parents, this was a punishable offence, still is. My parents left their homeland not by choice, but by force, the force of war. They remained true to their heritage always, so it would not surprise one that when a slice of their country, such as this group of folk dancers, came to Canada, they would most certainly be there. They were both very involved in polish youth groups, trying desperately to keep their children within the culture. So we have all these postcardy things in our home and now my stash. So happy postcard friendship friday.