oh, I’m not Polish, but the wife is :)
Then you are blessed. I foolishly let a Polish-American one go (intimidated by her father being an instructor at the university) and married one of southern Italian descent instead. After a year or two, it was like being in the middle of The Spectacle for a time. I worked as much as possible and volunteered for extra National Guard duties, until she finally flew away in the night. ;-)