This past weekend, my father came over with the two albums of family photographs that he was able to acquire after his escape from Hungary in 1956...which is a story for another day. He sat with me over tea and patiently showed me each and every photograph, reliving the moments as if they were just yesterday. I find these moments with my dad both fascinating and heartbreaking. I have heard all of his stories time and again throughout my childhood, but the older my dad gets, the harder it is for me to see him so sad at the bitter memories of having his life and family literally torn apart by the invasion of Communist Russia....again, another story for another day.
In the meantime, I want to share some of the pictures from my father's albums.
1.My grandfather, Istvan Makay
2.My Aunt Eva, my father, and my grandmother Erszebet Makay.
3.My grandfather (on the left) with one of his assistants.
4.Our family's Coat of Arms.
5.My father's Aunt and Uncle, Margit and Kamillo Karpathy.
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