My story is about the journey of a family, the Szabó family; my father Dr. András Szabó, my sister Judy, and my mother Emilia, who during her life went by many names, the most recognized one being Kathy Kapossy, Cleveland’s Hungarian radio…
It all started so innocently on a beautiful sunny October 23rd, back then in 1956. I was a 14 year-old student at the Jozsef Attila Gimnazium in Budapest, whose classmates excitedly whispered the forbidden word “demonstration.” And soon we all set forth…
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“Star fell, the earth shook, came the year of miracles…” – János Arany January 1956 Budapest was shaken by an earthquake. In October 1956 the whole world was…! Distant and immediate antecedents My Father obtained his high…
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“When Stalin’s Torch lights up the sky, you have to hit the ground,” my father said. “Fall down. It’s a matter of life and death.” My father and I were crammed together with a bunch of strangers in a truck…
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I was getting ready for school the morning of October 24, 1956, when my Grandmother informed me that school had been canceled due to fighting in the streets. The Hungarian Revolution started the night before. Although I was not sure…
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Barely twelve years old, I was still young enough to play hop-scotch; -yet old enough to understand what was happening.
The Revolution had electrified the entire country, young and old alike. On that day in school, on Budapest’s Váci Utca,…
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It was a regular school day with a regular class schedule for Tuesday. As I did at the beginning of my schooldays, I wrote the date on my notebook. It was October 23.
In the morning my Mother talked about…
I was born on July 31, 1944 and grew up in a small town named Buj near Nyíregyháza.
When the Revolution started I was 12 years old and living in Buj with my mother and grandmother. My father, whom I did not…