Voytek Gets A Divorce


My regular readers know well that I have  been forthright about my humble, small town beginnings.

 Karnes City is a sleepy little burg that was small when I lived there 31 years ago and from what I hear, continues to shrink.

Located in South Central Texas, Karnes County was once a major source of uranium, but in the early 80’s, when fewer nuclear power plants were being built and the Cold War started to wane, so did uranium mining in the area. As a result, many people moved away. So there you have Karnes City– a community that at first glance, seems to sit idle about 55 miles southeast of San Antonio. It’s nestled in a few minor foothills—nature’s last bit of geological acne before the flat, flat coastal plains takes over.

About six miles northeast of Karnes City is a Catholic church, a dance hall and a store–of sorts. Those three things comprise the community of Panna Maria, the oldest Polish settlement in the country. About 132 years ago, Polish settlers immigrated from Krakow mostly, arrived in Galveston and headed north and westward. They landed in Panna Maria and the place is still predominately Polish today…ancestors of the original settlers. This is evident if you read some of the names printed on the rural mail boxes as you pass: Mocyzgemba, Kaspryzk, Gabrysch, Yanta, Jaskynia, Czerwomski–names with so many consonants jumbled together, you’d swear you were reading straight off a Polish pickle jar label.

I should admit here and now, that I am also of Polish extraction. That said, I grew up with Polish kids. And yeah, I’ve heard all the jokes. And I’m here to tell you that they couldn’t be more wrong. Every Polish kid I knew, screwed up the grading bell curve for every class they were in.   These are extremely intelligent people who had an academic and a work ethic that shamed every other ethnic group in school. They were devoted to family–spiritually Catholic and interesting to talk to. A lot of these kids came from families who still spoke Polish at home.

Now, what might prompt an outsider unfamiliar with these brilliant descendants of Copernicus, to think that Polish jokes are true, could be their accents. The “T-H” combo was/is always tough for native Polish speakers. For example, “these” became “deeze”; “those” became “doze” and “the” was ‘da”–hardly an uncommon English translation at all for any of the Slavic languages.

I remember during the CB craze that swept the country in the mid-70’s, there was some Polish man who went by “the handle” of the Tin Man. Fine, right? Quite plausible, yes? But based on his accent, we never knew if he was the “Tin Man” or if he was really trying to call himself the “Thin Man”.

And there were other stories.

These hardworking, clannish people were farmers mostly,  so they knew the land. They brought their traditions with them and many applied them for generations. Just as their forefathers did in the Old Country, they too followed moon phases and planted accordingly. Oil was discovered on their land, so many knew wealth, but the hardcore Poles the area never knew the pretense that often accompanied it.   They also knew sadness,  loss and heartache. But unlike the Old Country, a few of these devoted Catholics bucked stern tradition and a few also knew divorce.

I remember hearing about one man who years ago…he practically still had Krakovian street dust on his pants…was unhappy; miserable really, in his marriage. He was convinced that he had married Satan’s spawn and sought a local attorney to terminate his unholy union.

He’d lived in the area for a number of years and mostly spoke Polish. What English he knew was limited at best and acquired mostly from TV and radio.

So, as I was saying, Voytek decides to divorce his wife and sought a lawyer to begin proceedings. The lawyer made it clear getting a divorce with any degree of swiftness or ease could be contingent on the circumstances, so he asked the Polish farmer a few pertinent questions:

ATTY: Regarding this divorce, Mr. Kolodzji, have you any grounds?
Voytek: Yes, I got me tree…four…maybe five acre and nice leetle house vit air conditioning

ATTY: No, I meant what is the foundation of this case?
It made of concrete

ATTY: I don’t think you understand. Do you or your wife have any grudges?
Voytek: No, vee got car port and not need one for da cars

ATTY: I mean, what are your relations like?
Voytek: All my relations steel en Poland.

Is there any infidelity in your marriage?

Voytek: We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player. We like Polka music. We gots every ting da Fabian Polski Trio ever made. Day goot!! Day got a new CD record called, “My Hole Has a Bucket In It–Da Rhythmic Joys of Dyslexia”.   Dey music giants in Poland!!  You heard of dem already yet even?

ATTY: No, I haven’t Mr. Kolodzji and that’s NOT what I meant. Fidelity means….oh, never mind. May I continue please?
Voytek: Yes

Atty: Does your wife beat you up?”
Voytek: No, I always up before her. Before rooster even

 Is your wife a nagger?
Voytek: No, she vite voowman .  Pure Polski.   Skin like color of da milk.

(By this point in the story, the lawyer was about to completely lose his temper…but patience persevered)

So, then please tell me Mr, Kolodzji, why do you want this divorce?
Voytek: She going to make try to keel me.

She’s going to kill you? What makes you think that?
Voytek: I got proof.

ATTY: What kind of proof?
Voytek: She going to poison me. She buy bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in da batroom. I know. I ken read English a leetle

ATTY: In the bathroom? Interesting. Please tell me, what kind of poison was it?
Voytek: Bottle say “Polish Remover”

ATTY: Uh, no Mr. Kolodzji, that’s not poison. Well, it is but it’s not what you….

The attorney never finished his sentence. He realized his extremely uphill battle and proceeded with his client’s wishes. He worked to secure a divorce for the Kolodzji’s.

In the end, Mrs. K got the nice leetle house on tree-four-five acres of land, plus air conditioning and a car port.

Voytek got a life free of Polish Remover and of course, his prized CD collection of  Poland’s musical giants, Da Fabian Polski Trio….which by the way, consists of five members.



  1. Laurie, I was already crying when I read my latest cousin conversation on FB wall then I come here to your blog! I totally wet myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FUNNY STUFF

  2. You are so right, my grandparents, father, uncles and aunts all spoke Polish and most still do now. It is the only place in the US where I know people can pronounce and spell my name correctly. When my father would get angry at me he would revert to Polish as he was yelling and then recite the rosary for his yelling and cursing. Good times, good times.

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