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Chapter IV: My Maternal Grandparents
Using the excuse of continuing by year of birth, I am feeling very grateful, yet heartbroken to write about my Mother’s Father, my favorite person in my entire childhood. He was born in 1920, in a village on The Hungarian Plains, south of Miskolc, and rich in his heart. While I don’t know this about… Continue reading
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Chapter V: My Parents’ Siblings
My Father was the only living offspring for my Paternal Grandparents; I wrote about his Sister under the Paternal Grandparents section. In a previous post, I began talking about my Mother’s Brother, of whom, unfortunately, I mostly have cursory knowledge. During my childhood, I saw my Uncle and his Family maybe a handful of times.… Continue reading
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Chapter VI: My Father
My Father. If there is an example to go along with what I have learned in the last forty-nine years about the complexity of humans, my Father is at the forefront. As a child in Hungary, whether it was reflective of Hungarian culture or reflective of my Family, people were quickly summed up by a… Continue reading
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Chapter VII Part 1: My Mother
In the previous chapters, I described several key life events which I believe shaped my Mother, her Parents, Siblings, as well as her beliefs and decisions; therefore, I will be building on those earlier chapters as I now turn focus on my Mother. My Mother was born into a modest Family in Miskolc, Hungary, in… Continue reading
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Chapter VII Part 2: My Mother Continued
Continuing from Chapter VII Part 1, I want to once again emphasize how important it is to me to have written these chapters from the beginning and in order, otherwise context and the humanness of those I describe are lost to the reader. ….My Mother must have talked and thought for months about those Mikimoto… Continue reading
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Chapter VII Part 3: My Mother Continued. Yes, still.
If you are still reading and have been in this for the long haul, Thank You! This is not a short story, as it involves the many facets of complicated humans. There are many layers and many perspectives, and conflicting accounts don’t invalidate any of those layers and perspectives. I’m not writing about good vs… Continue reading
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Chapter VIII: “It’s me! Hi! I’m the problem, it’s me!”
Upon my first hearing of this Taylor Swift song, I immediately bonded with several of the lines. They sum up how my Mother has always related to me, pointing her finger away from herself and reflexively, at me. Over the decades, it became My Mother’s unchallengeable routine, branding me with the judgment for a variety… Continue reading
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Chapter IX: The Opportunities
I will use this chapter to capture the observations which are not new among those whose livelihood is the study and support of human development, but for me, represented a steep, protracted learning-curve. I will drop here the covers of books I have cherished along my spiritual journey of the last nineteen years, as well… Continue reading
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I am glad you are here. If this is the first time you are visiting this site, the following is a quick orientation. To read a single-perspective account of a Family’s complicated history from old Hungary to the highly-nuanced United States, please look for chapter numbering (zero to nine); the chapters build on one-another in numerical order. No chapter is meant to be a standalone one. There are also titles without a chapter designation; those are short writings about a broad range of seemingly random topics. Thank You for arriving with lovingkindness.
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