Last Sunday, my good friend Lori and I spent seven hours or so at the South Texas Polka and Sausage Festival at the Knights of Columbus (KC) Hall in Hallettsville. Lori and I both know the hall well. I learned to dance in that hall with my Dad. I'd seen my Uncle Bobby play drums with the bands Kross Kountry and then The Velvets in the hall in the 1970s and early 80s. My grandparents' 40th wedding anniversary party was there. And I attend the Morkovsky family reunion every year there. But I'd never had more fun in the hall than I did on Sunday. The only way I could have had an even better day would have been to dance more. But Lori and I were working. If you've been reading my blog, you'll know that Lori and I are producing a multi-media traveling exhibit called Texas Czechs: Rooted in Tradition , which will open in October. We are deep into both fundraising and doing the research, writing, and filming of the exhibit's content. Sunday, we scored the H
family + history + food = me