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Journaling:
My parents were born in Hungary before WWII, prior to its conversion to communism. Everything they had was taken away. Their horses, cows, land all divided up equally. The towns they are from Narda (Mom) and KisNarda (Dad) are right on the Austrian/Hungarian border. The boarder was fenced in with two fences which were guarded. If you bumped into the fence it would set off fireworks so the border patrol would know if someone was trying to flee the country. Rabbits had a tendency to set off the fireworks frequently so often the fireworks were ignored. There were also land mines between the fences. My father had been one of the people the communist had plant the land mines. He kept a copy of the map and would help people escape from the country. After helping one too many people escape he needed to stay with his aunt’s family in the neighboring Austrian town, Schocadorff, about 3 miles from KisNarda.

Now separated, my dad (24) would write my mom (16) messages written backwards and only being able to be read with a mirror. Soon, my mom set off for the dangerous journey of following him. She put on her cloths in layers and got a basket to pretend she was picking vegetables. At that time people who lived by the boarder were allowed to work near the border without suspicion. She escaped on her own.

They were married in Austria on December 15, 1957 and lived there for a couple of years waiting for their Visa to come to America. During that time my brother, Joe was born in Oberwart, Austraia. They finally got their visa and arrived in Chicago when my brother was 18 months old. They barely had a thing, not so much as a spoon to their name. Some Austrian and Hungarian friends were already living in Chicago and helped my parents with finding a place to live. With hard work and dedication they developed a very good life. My dad was a Supervisor for cement finishing and mom worked a variety of jobs eventually retiring with United Airlines.

In January 1999, my dad had a stroke that left him paralyzed. My mom took care of him for seven years before his passing in August 2005. They would have been married 50 years this December 2007. Theirs is a true love story.


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