I learned Szczebrzeszyn from my father-in-law. It's his hometown. I knew Szczebrzeszyn before I had ever heard the tongue twister it's so famous for. Although my father-in-law taught me how to pronounce Szczebrzeszyn, it took me a bit longer to learn how to spell it.
I learned who Violetta Villas was from my father-in-law. We were looking through an old photo album where we found a post card with a picture of Violetta Villas posing in a leopard-print bikini, of course with her trademark long, blonde locks of hair. My quiet and introspective father-in-law remarked that when he was younger he thought she was just about the sexiest thing going. I also learned that my father-in-law had a peculiar taste in women.
I called my father-in-law Ojciec although I'm not a fan of calling in-laws mother and father. Everybody called him Ojciec. Once when I was taking a nap on the couch, the mailman came in (!) and asked where Ojciec was. It was like his name.
My father-in-law was born 74 years ago on Good Friday. Today on Good Friday he was laid to rest.
Rest in peace Ojciec.