My Mom

My mother at age 9, oh so pretty and delicate, a young girl with her whole life ahead of her, little did she know then what hardships and pain that life had in store for her. She grew up similar to my father, being influenced by her surroundings, culture and up bringing. There is a certain beauty to old photos, especially those that have a tint added to simulate colour and the pose itself is classic, I one my favorites. Mom was a very gentle and caring creature whose life was her family. Being the first born, she devoted a lot of time to me and my needs. Whenever dad would be particularly harsh with me, she was always there with a kind and reassuring word. She used to call me Adeshem, which in Hungarian means my sweet. She used that term along with Kis Laci, meaning Little Les, throughout my formative years.

Amazing, no matter how old one gets, you never lose the need for moms touch or kind words. I guess that comes from knowing, no matter what, she will always love and care for you.

By age 19, mom had reached her full height of 5 foot. and had transformed from a little girl into a beautiful young woman. She met my dad, they fell in love and married two years later.

Its embarassing to admit but I know very little of my mothers background or even family structure. I don't even know if she had any brothers or sisters. It seemed that when we left Hungary, we left behind a part of my heritage. Some day I'd like to recapture it by going back there and finding out as much as I can from remaining relatives.