Good news for a change – This story made my day!
Kids, books and cats! What could be better?
I have been working on writing stories about my family in context. Finding the right historical sources is challenging. The next step is sifting through the information to figure out my people’s part in history. I really enjoyed the discovery that my way-back Grandmother came from a family of renegade outlaw soldier types and then became a noble.
Originally posted on Édes-Orbán Family:
Kerekes Katalin is hands down my favorite ancestor. Our lineage gets a little fuzzy in the 17th century so I’m not sure how many ‘greats’ apply. In the early 1600s Katalin was fighting by the side of her warrior husband, Édes Gergely, and his brothers. She received nobility in her own name because of her valor. This was no small accomplishment at a time when women were considered less than human. She was “a big strong armed woman who fought like an animal’ according to the patent of nobility. Her husband’s family was from Székelyföld. No word about her dad, but Katalin’s mother was a hajdú.
The hajdúk (plural for hajdú) had been peasant cattle drovers on the puszta, the eastern plains of Hungary. Driving herds of the big grey long-horned ‘Magyar szürkemarha‘ to market, they had to become fierce fighters to defend themselves on the…
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We will be driving when we go this summer, but if traffic allows I will stop in the middle. Thanks for this delightful post!
Originally posted on my world of melancholly:
One of the places where you can “officially” leave Hungary, is the Erzsébet-bridge between Komárom in Hungary and Komárno in Slovakia. It was built in 1892 an is named after
Romy Schneider Empress Elisabeth of Austria, because we Hungarians have always loved our Sisi, even during her lifetime, which is a rare phenomenon and is not very characteristic for the Hungarian collective spirit. Usually we first appreciate people after their death (if at all, haha). While it’ s definitely not the most charming spot on Earth or even in Hungary, it’s still a border, and I love borders. So here is a guide on how to cross them.
1. Walk up to the bridge.
2. Keep walking.
3. Look back at Hungary (yes, I did shop at that Tesco. I was that hungry).
4. Admire the Danube (not a particularly breathtaking sight for somebody who is such a mountain person like…
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Coyote in the early darkness loping around in the shadows. Perhaps he got lost on our winding neighborhood streets and couldn’t find his way back to the golf course. Stops and turns as if to say, “Hey, you looking at me?”
Dogs in their fenced yards barking like crazy. “You get out of here coyote, or me and my buddies are going to whip your butt!”. Or maybe “Mom, let me in for cripesake! There’s a freaking coyote out here!!”
Serendipity – I first heard of artist Amrita Sher-Gill this week in a reference in Tarquin Halls’s Vish Puri mystery, The Case of the Missing Servant. I was intrigued to learn about another accomplished Hungarian woman artist. Okay, half-Hungarian. What a fascinating cultural blend in her family!
Check out this great post including some lovely examples of Sher-Gill’s works.
Originally posted on Potpourri:
I have always been in awe of Amrita Sher-Gill ever since I happened to see some of her paintings in a leading Indian glossy. Those were the pre-Internet days when we had to rely on the library, books and media to update our knowledge. Apart from some tidbits I couldn’t get to know much about her.
Ever since it started in 2009, the National Gallery of Modern Art has been a boon for art-enthusiasts in Bangalore. There have been cultural events galore in its green campus as well as exhibitions of the works of big names in the contemporary Indian art scene. In mid-2012, the gallery held a mammoth exhibition of the paintings and installations of Ram Kinkar Baij and in mid-2013 the paintings of Rabindranath Tagore were…
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The retirement lifestyle has different time constraints.
Originally posted on The Reluctant Retiree:
Many retirees will have heard the joke . . .
“What are you doing?”
“But you did that yesterday.”
“I know, but I didn’t finish.”
I’ve been a bit like that the last fortnight. The problem with time in retirement is that it is often elastic. What doesn’t get done today, can be finished any other time, whereas I really need the stress of a deadline to accomplish things. For the last couple of weeks, I have let external prompts set my priorities, but along the way, I have severed my ties with the last of my pre-retirement life, and tidied a few loose ends as well.
The best prompt was when hubbie said “That’s opened up the room.” He is referring to the way we re-arranged the lounge room furniture last Christmas, when we needed to make room for ten…
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