St. Stanislaus Kostka Church, built in 1867 is the church where my grandparents belonged when they immigrated to America before the first World War. They were part of the first wave to America from their country. It is still an active church and was the first Polish Catholic Church in Chicago. My grandfather served during the war in 1917 until 1919 in the United States Calvary of the mounted force of the United States Army. After being honorably discharged after the war, my grandparents married in St. Stanislaus Koskta Church. The home where they lived was taken away by eminent domain to make way for the Northwest Highway, which was renamed the Kennedy Expressway. It was unannymously voted on by the Chicago City Council to change the name on November 29, 1963, seven days after President John F. Kennedy was assasinated.
This is the Church where my Mother and Father were married after he was honorably discharged from the United States Navy. Other relatives were also baptized, married, and had funeral services in St. Stanislaus Kostka Church. I was baptized in this beautiful church and it is where I was married with a long, long bridal wedding dress train. I also graduated in white cap and gown from St. Stanislaus Kostka High School before getting married. The High School is no longer there. This is my final entry for the 2023 Thanksgiving Challenge hosted by Debe Maxwell, CRS. I am grateful for the generous gifts God bestowed upon me and my family.
For my father who taught me freedom does not give me the right to do whatever I please, I am grateful.
For my mother who constantly reminded me freedom comes from understanding there are limits to what I can and cannot have, I am grateful.
For the spouse I married inside St. Stanislaus Kosta Church, after he was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army, who helped prepare me to understand living in moderation is all I need before passing away, I remain grateful.
For my children who accepted me for who I am and what I could give them, and never ended up in trouble, I am grateful.
For the people who I misunderstood until they showed their true colors and gave me the freedom and the courage to let them go, I am very grateful.
For when my soul cries out to God, I pray: Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference, I humbly remain eternally grateful.
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