Archive for the 'Culture' category

Polish Easter Party in Gulf Breeze Florida

March 25, 2008 9:31 pm

SUN. MARCH 30 - 1’til 4 PM

ST. ANN CHURCH HALL

100 Daniel Drive, Gulf Breeze, FL32561

Catered by: KAROLINA’S EURO DELI

Polish sausage, ham, pierogies, cheeses, breads and dessert.

Wine, beer & soft drinks.
 Polish Easter Party in Gulf Breeze FL 32561

  
For Reservations call Karolina @ 850-424-6661(11-6 PM)

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Polish Deli in Destin and Pensacola

February 23, 2008 5:27 pm

Food common to Europe served at Pensacola & Destin Polish deli stores

Taris Savell
tsavell@pnj.com

Polish food store in pensacola
Karolina’s Euro Deli, on 101 Hood Drive between Pensacola Boulevard and Old Pensacola Highway, is a new Polish deli  filled with items not usually available in Pensacola.

Owners Lucas Fenik and Sonia Oczkowska have stocked their deli with Polish, East European, Hungarian and German products.




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Northwest Florida Heritage Museum marks anniversary

November 5, 2007 9:16 pm

Celebrating 36 Years

The Northwest Florida Heritage Museum Marks the Anniversary With More Exhibit Space and New Programs

A hundred years ago, the people of Okaloosa and Walton counties scratched a hard-earned living from the pine barrens and bays of Northwest Florida. Since 1971, their story has been actively preserved and passed on to new generations,

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No Time for the Best Laid Plans

3:28 pm

A pedicure is no preparation for childbirth

Twenty-four hours before I Twenty-four hours before I gave birth to my son, I asked my husband to paint my toenails. I hadn’t seen my toes in weeks, but I was pretty sure my pedicure was in bad shape, and since I was scheduled to check in at the hospital the following morning to have my labor induced, I wanted to make sure my toenail polish wasn’t chipped.
Twenty-three hours later …

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In Hurricane Katrina’s Wake

August 20, 2006 10:18 pm

The Damage That Can’t Be Measured in Dollars Often Makes the Biggest Impact


Many years ago, my father taught me to ride a two-wheeled bike, a brief

rite of passage that brings the first taste of independence and freedom

for many children. When his big, capable hands let go of my tiny green

Schwinn one hot summer day, it was with a mixture of thrill and panic

that I set off on my own, in a way, for the very first time.

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