In the year of 1956, November 19th was a bright, windy fall day. Day by day, the spirit of the Hungarian Revolution calmed down as more and more Soviet soldiers streamed into my native land and on the street corners, more red…
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Cegléd – 1956 November 24 to December 1
Our dear Children,
The past few days, and most likely many more days to come, are grief-laden for us. And probably today’s gray sky will never clear up completely for us.
So…
Uncle from New Jersey The whole idea to come to the United States actually started in 1941 when my uncle, who had years before emigrated to New Jersey, returned to Budapest on holiday. When he emigrated to the United States in…
Although I’ve been planning to write my memories for years, something always prevented me from doing so. Now that I’m determined to fulfill my plan, I must state up front that I’m not writing history; instead, I am writing the memories of…
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Young Heroes of Budapest Our memories are fading like pages from an old diary. Our memories are fading, as fewer and fewer of us are still here to talk about them.
I remember what Marcel Proust wrote in his book,…
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After 2 and 1/2 years in political prison from 1951 to 1953, I was released on the Imre Nagy government’s amnesty. My husband, whose death sentence was commuted to life imprisonment, was in Vac Prison, my parents had been deported…
On the evening of October 23, 1956, I was having coffee and plum brandy with my mother and her friend Erzsike Sárkány at Ruszwurm Café. The sun had set. The lighting in the coffeehouse was a subdued yellow, and people were…
I was married in September of 1956, so I was very much a newlywed when the revolution broke out. Both my husband and I were counted as „enemies of the people”, who were persecuted – in the words of Mátyás Rákosi –…