Category: RETIREMENT IS NOT WITHOUT HASSLES (Page 10 of 209)
My day-to-day retirement life
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Recovery from surgery has reached eleven weeks. Soon it will be time to get my body back in shape. We skipped the afternoon concert but attended the “Port Talk” presentation about excursion options for the upcoming “White City of Morocco,” Morocco stop. I also sat though a talk regarding, The Natural History of the Western Mediterranean before our dinner at The Chef’s Table. Marc Paul performed a second mind-reading act to close out Tuesday.
Wednesday, Day #18, started with the Morocco tour before embarkment in the early afternoon. The main draws are the Hassan II Mosque and Rick’s Café, “of all the gin joints,” made famous in the 1942 Hollywood production – but in name only because the film was studio produced not in Casablanca. “This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.” Afternoon activities were cut short by a trip to the ship’s doctor after I began to have some balance issues on the walk back. Dehydration may have been the cause, coupled with the stress of losing my bank card. I froze the account as a precaution, but it elevated my blood pressure. As a result, I stayed away from alcohol and rich foods. The confusion of two separate on-hour time changes in one day, coupled with early tours the next day led to an early bedtime.
We passed through the Straits of Gibraltar, marked by the famous rock, in the middle of the night and arrived in Malaga, Spain, our next port, in the early morning hours. “Does anybody really know what time it is?” Another boring bus ride with a heavily accented tour guide distracted from the beauty of being high above the Mediterranean Ocean, overlooking the Bullfight Arena. I elected not to sit on a park bench next to Pablo Picasso, who was born there. We couldn’t afford one of his paintings so we got magnets instead. The wives stayed in the city for more shopping, while the men returned to our rooms for a nap. After a solo lunch in the World Café, I went to two late-afternoon presentations on the Universe (in the Explorers’ Dome Planetarium) and Pirate History, including arguably the greatest, a woman named Ching Shih. As the Jupiter left Malaga Harbor for Barcelona, dinner in The Restaurant and Showman Tim Able on the piano concluded Day #19.
Day #20 was our last day at sea. I continue to be plagued with muscle cramps and woke up disappointed that Indiana State did not win the NIT. A somewhat hobbled one mile walk enabled me to listen to a few more chapters of “Good Bad Girl.”
I’m also reading “The Edge,” the second part of David Baldacci’s “6:20 Man.” Laundry was the top priority. Lectures included “The Habsburg Empire” and a wildlife recap of our voyage, including “boobies,” vultures, dolphins, butterflies, turtles and whales, none of which I witnessed myself. They don’t hang out in the bars and restaurants aboard where I spent a majority of my time. Some passengers even saw the illusive green flash at sunset. Lunch for us was at The Restaurant. I then took in an afternoon siesta, before the Port Talk presentation, Explorers’ Dome 3-D film, and dinner with the bridge partners. I can’t play with them but can certainly share a meal. The finale of the evening was a toast to the crew and musical performance by the Viking singers.
The last day aboard ship was filled with two very different guided tours by shuttle and foot, along with packing for Mallorca, so naturally we couldn’t miss a meal. Our morning excursion was identified as “Iconic Barcelona,” highlighted by Gaudi’s famous La Sagrada Familia. It was the second of the two landmarks that I looked forward to seeing in person, after Christ the Redeemer. It took 22 days to finally get here, including our day-long flight plus 21-days at sea. The wait was well worth it, despite not having tickets to see the interior, while the Rio statue was a bit of a letdown because of the overcast weather. We also walked through Old Town, and dined twice, first on the boat, and again on tapas in the Spanish Village. Flamenco dancing capped off a very entertaining evening in Barcelona. We returned to the ship, finished our packing, got a couple hours of sleep, and caught a bus to the airport for the Vueling flight to Mallorca.
The next thing we knew we were napping on pool chairs, with towels for blankets, waiting for our room at the Son Antem Marriott Vacation Club (MVC) to be readied. It was late afternoon before we finally officially checked in after a cab trip to the Hiper Centro for groceries. My wife cooked our first homemade dinner in over three weeks, and we shared a bottle of wine before a long overdue full night’s sleep. While we dozed, the Iowa women lost the National Championship game to South Carolina, ending Caitlin Clark’s stellar collegiate career without a ring.
Our location on the island is very remote, surrounded by two 18-hole golf courses. I was beginning to get my land legs. However, we quickly realized there would be little to do without renting a car. I made the arrangements with the help of a MVC interpreter through SIXT. Unfortunately, I got my days mixed up and made the long walk to the resort center to make the correction. I was told that these arrangements would need to be made the next morning when their offices opened, so we cooked burgers on the outdoor grill and hit the hay early, long before the Purdue Boilermakers lost their Championship bid in the middle of our night – six hours difference.
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On day #9 of our Trans-Atlantic adventure, lunch was a hot dog prior to stepping off the boat for a tour of hot, humid Recife – the furthest east point of South America. It has Dutch and Jewish influences but most of the old buildings are under construction or in need of repair. Our tour guide spoke broken English and we somehow got separated from the group, joined another, and prematurely returned to the Viking shuttle bus. It was frankly a relief to leave Recife. A nap, shower, Indian themed dinner at the Chef’s Table, and a poor ABBA performance sent us to bed early. While we slept, the Viking Jupiter started its voyage across the Atlantic.
Day #10 also marked my 10th week of recovery. I was craving a cheeseburger from the Pool Grill. Paradise, for me, was sitting on our deck in the sunshine with nothing to see but Sea. Dinner for me was another steak at The Restaurant. Violinist, Jakub Trasak, warmed up with Devil Came Down from Georgia and proceeded to WOW us with his string skills. Day 11 Walking the corridors of the ship has become my latest routine. Nine floors up and nine floors down to the morning lecture, where this morning I played on the phone, ignoring information on selecting the best binoculars for birdwatching. Next on the agenda were the somewhat silly Equator-crossing ceremonies, featuring our cruise director as King Neptune. Lunch at The Restaurant began the numerous birthday salutes to our Decatur friend. The clock moved forward an hour for the 2nd of five times before my wife and I sat in on “The Stars Above Us” presentation in the ship’s unique observatory, one of only three in existence. We enjoyed similar talks on the Viking Orion during our Alaska travels. Birthday cocktails continued at Pap’s in the Explorer Lounge and throughout dinner at our favorite, Manfredi’s. Chocolate cake, along with the rich diet and wine sent me to bed on a sugar high that disturbed my sleep all night long.
Day #12 began with clock confusion and sore shoulders from incision discomfort. I discovered in the midst of my morning walk that it was an hour later than what our phones indicated. I woke up my wife for her scheduled cooking class, and then struggled with lectures about NATO and Mass Extinctions between walks. Despite my continued weight gain, belly flab, and sour stomach, I somehow still had a lunch appetite. The afternoon called for a walk, a nap, and the documentary, Free Solo. Dinner was in The Restaurant, but just before we enjoyed the guitar and vocals of Paolo Polan and another impressive set of James Taylor hits.
Day #13 was not unlucky and a Good Friday. “Land Ahoy” loomed ahead and a third time change. I walked, read, ate and drank as usual. Paolo played by the pool and Jakob fiddled around as a night cap.
A full two weeks on the boat and I literally fell out of bed to start the day. Fortunately, I did nothing more than bump my head on the nightstand. We were docked for the day in Sao Vincente, off the coast of Africa. Busses took us to the peak of the island on twisting, bone jarring, cobblestone roads. Ponch, the local liquor was served by the beach, almost as a reward, once we rumbled down from the mountain. The guide proudly pointed out their soccer stadium. My wife and I then relaxed on the stern deck as the ship pulled away from the city of Mindelo just before sunset, had a cocktail in the Explorer Lounge as we headed back into Atlantic waters, and wined & dined at The Restaurant, as usual. I did get a brief glimpse of the sun through the powerful on-board solar telescope, but it appeared to be just a red ball in the sky. Mind Reader, Marc Paul, wowed us with his stage act.
The Easter Bunny apparently couldn’t find us in the Atlantic approaching Morocco, but there was a chocolate treat in our stateroom from the crew. Another time change, the fourth of five, has us all confused. I walked the hallways as the ship rocked, weaving along as if drunk. It’s the final day of March and I managed to reach 90 total miles, after just 28 and 18 respectively in January and February due to surgery. Presentations on Submarines and Weightlessness filled the time between the buffet and more formal Restaurant dinner. Tim Abel performed, Liberace style, on the piano. Good Night.
April Fool’s Day #16 and we remain just off the coast of Africa approaching the Tropic of Cancer and Canary Islands. Six days on the ship remain, including 2 docked in Barcelona. The rocking and rolling continues as I navigate the narrow corridors. Another load of laundry was in order after a lecture on “Majestic Celestial Ballets” regarding the upcoming Solar Eclipse, an event that we will miss while continuing our travels on this side of the Earth. We did visit the stars later, after dinner, a sparkling blanket on a clear night. The lights of the Canary Islands were in the distance as we passed by. Too much red wine and rich foods made for a miserable night’s sleep.
Day #17 began with a series of walks. Pauses in between for sips of decaf coffee, a bad habit I’ve picked up on this voyage. It’s certainly not the bad taste in my mouth that is attractive, but the warmth of the cup is comforting. My wife hates both the smell and taste, but the Coke Light is not satisfying. There is a cooking demonstration before lunch and I was running behind this morning, so no lectures to fill my pre-lunch schedule. Yesterday, the movie, “Everything Elsewhere All At Once” filled the bill of sea-day boredom. The scale is not my friend as I persist in trying to get a reading between wave swells that occasionally vary up to fifteen pounds from low to high. Could I have possibly gained that much weight? My gut and expanding waistline both tend to agree.
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Buenos Aires was disappointing. Our guided tour took us through the colorful La Boca market district, home of the Juniors soccer team. We passed monuments along the way and went through a mansion that became a tenement and now museum through the years. In the underground space beneath, we enjoyed empanadas and wine In what was once a sewer tunnel leading to the sea. We also stopped at the church, Metropolitan Cathedral of Pope Francis, Jorge Mario Bergoglio, 17 December 1936, who was born there and served the Catholic community. I will have to settle for Coca-Cola Light or Zero rather than Diet Coke. However, I’m assured of a steady diet of Argentine Cabernets and Malbecs.
The seaside capital city of Uruguay, Montevideo was much more interesting than downtown Buenos Aires, with lots of trees, stone architecture, and the Carnaval Museum, a tribute to the 40-day festival celebrated annually starting every February. We watched a stage performance representative of this event by costumed vocalists, and of course went by their soccer stadium, home of the “Blue Skies,” fierce rivals of the neighboring Juniors. They call it football, but in our game the foot is sparingly used. This is as far south of the equator as I’ve ever been (-34), and the first time in South America. Before this trip, it was Bora Bora (-16.5) that was my Southernmost point of travel. Valdez, Alaska is my Northernmost (+61) stop.
It’s a rainy Wednesday, after thunderstorms last night, so the slippery Promenade Deck that circles The Jupiter was closed. I’m still restricted from using a treadmill, so I walked the hallways and stairways. I’ve overdone indulged on food and wine, so sleep has been sketchy. Stomach and shoulder aches have me tossing and turning all night. I could drink less, but only time will heal the wounds.
Two days at sea will deliver us to Rio, with the Christ the Redeemer statue to greet us. I’m in the bar area drinking decaf coffee, the warmth of the cup in my hands the main appeal. I’m curious about the local coffee alternative, yerba mate, made from the leaves of an evergreen tree grown in Paraguay, Brazil, and Uruguay. It apparently has a bitterness that takes some getting used to but has the buzz-effect of caffeine and other stimulants.
It’s the “Good Ship Lollypop.” We’ve dined lavishly each night at Manfredi’s, The Restaurant, and Chef’s Table. The World Café, a giant buffet, serves every other culinary need – ice cream, cookies, even sushi. Despite the daily walks, I’ll easily add another five pounds to my already flabby frame. It will be at least another month before I can get in the gym. Before turning in on Night #3, there was a Welcome session, with crew introductions and champaign toasts.
The girls are playing bridge, while I stroll the halls or sit in the lobby listening to “Thunderhead,” my latest book on tape borrowed digitally from the library. At bedtime, I’m reading “First Lie Wins.” With little else to do on Sea Day #4, I did three walks totaling over 4 miles, paid some bills, and got some limited sun on our deck. Tonight will include another steak dinner in The Restaurant and more wine guzzling.
Day #5 on water started with an attempted walk on the Promenade Deck that surrounds the ship, but wind and sea spray quickly interrupted. I finished my 2-mile jaunt indoors and attended a lecture on Plate Tectonics, explaining the shift of the once enjoined continents of Africa, Europe, and America. I then came back to the room to recharge for a second walk, and a boring lecture on Brazilian history. Dinner was in The Restaurant, while bedtime came early, as the boat approached Rio.
Another upset stomach had me up and down most of the night. I pulled the drapes back several times in the dark hoping to catch a glimpse of shoreline. My wife woke me up in the midst of a dream, excited to see Christ the Redeemer before it once again ducked behind the clouds. It would be the last we would see of it as rain continued throughout the day. We donned cheap pink ponchos and toured the mosaic patterned streets of downtown Rio. Our guide spoke irritatingly rapidly to the point that I turned her off. The ornate, gold-trimmed Opera House and World-renowned Library were the highlights. The tour bus then drove us to the The Metropolitan Cathedral of Saint Sebastian, a modern pyramid structure based on Mayan architectural style. Four rectilinear stained glass windows soar from floor to ceiling. On the way back to the ship we passed by the famous Copacabana Beach shrouded in fog. Guitar music by Paolo by the pool, then dinner at the Chef’s Table, and a dance party to conclude the day.
A full week at sea and this was the most uneventful day of all. The weather was clear, and it grew too hot to sit out on the deck. I attended an afternoon lecture about the planets, after several miles of walking the hallways. Dinner was at The Restaurant, concluding with chocolate lava cake.
Three lectures, more walking, and a cheesesteak by the pool were the highlights of Day #8. “Finding ET” and “Whale/Dolphin/Porpoise Watching” were the educational subjects, along with a Port Talk about tomorrow’s Recife excursion. The good news is that I can’t get an accurate scale reading as the boat bobs along, although I can feel the weight gain of too much ice cream, cookies, and cake. Dinner, a bone-in filet, was at Manfredi’s, followed by Southern Cross star gazing, and the uninspiring vocals of Camila Andrade.
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It takes about a mile into my morning walks to work out the stiffness in my left leg. In many ways, it’s like a cramp or charley horse that needs to be worked out. I lean against some of the light poles along the path through our neighborhood, heels flat on the ground, and extend my legs into a hamstring stretch, arching my back to relieve some of pressure on my spine. Massage to my lower back also seems to help, but it remains an uncomfortable experience.
Laying flat on my back with the back of my head touching the floor or flattening my spine against the wall will hopefully help my posture. I tend to stoop when I stand or walk, so I need to stay conscious about being erect, forcing me shoulders back. The posture issue is causing the discomfort in my lower back and leg muscles, mildly atrophied during my recent hospital stay.
Sitting upright and erect are also key, since I now spend more time lounging than standing. Chin up…head back…shoulders straight is my goal, even though my chest aches from the incision scars and my neck is sore from lack of exercise. I need to make more progress. It will be eight weeks in a few days.
Jax, Tally’s schnauzer boyfriend, was there to greet her for this morning’s reunion at Schnauzerville. She should be content in the four weeks we’re gone on this trip. It’s her home away from home.
My precocious five-year-old granddaughter got a huge kick about “flying” over the seven Venetian-like bridges in the passenger seat of our golf cart. Although I’ve curbed the speed a bit after surgery, it was still a thrilling rollercoaster ride over the alligator infested canals that wind throughout our Islandwalk Community. She enjoyed a frozen strawberry popsicle to celebrate, draped in a towel to prevent any stains on her pretty dress with heart shapes. She was winning mine today, now that it’s repaired.
We were in-flight overnight from Atlanta to Buenos Aires, arriving on festive St. Patrick’s Day. The flight was uneventful. My wife slept most of the way so I devoured her two meals and watched “Ferrari,” “The Hunger Games” prequel, and “Everest,” a climbing documentary. We arrived at 9am, getting back the hour just lost from springing forward.
We met up with our once Decatur neighbors on the boat, who arrived from their retirement home of Marana, AZ via Miami. We had to go north illogically from Tampa through Atlanta to travel South across the equator on Delta Airlines. An old friend is staying at our house after, driving us the two hours to the airport to avoid a month of parking fees. In mid-April, a neighbor friend will pick us up in Tampa and drive us home.
I discovered through Facebook that a high school classmate was disembarking the ship just as we were getting on. We were so close to reconnecting in person but will have to settle on messages, posts, and e-mails to exchange pictures as we go our separate ways again. So close – so far, Janey! There is a 55th Elkhart High School reunion in early September, but I’m unable to attend. I’ve yet to learn her plans.
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My first long car ride was a miserable experience, as motion sickness ruined the drive from the airport to our home the day I first arrived in America. We made several “emergency” stops along the way. I can still remember cars and tanks burning on the streets of downtown Pest, so it’s a wonder why I became so attracted to them. I’m not even sure why I was interested in going to the Indianapolis 500 when we lived in Indianapolis, however, that had to have been what further stirred my interest in the sport and the cars on the track. I was naturally curious as to the automobile’s history in Hungary.
I refer to a Dailynewshungary.com article that begins by explaining, “some original car production in the Hungarian part of Austro-Hungary at the beginning of the 20th century was lost. Most cars and trucks were imported from the Soviet Union and some other countries. Hungary itself produced a small number of heavy trucks (Rába). The country also specialized in the manufacture of buses (Ikarus). The Ganz Works, a long lived Hungarian company, has been manufacturing engines and wagons that are specialized for electric railway equipment.”
The dump truck that Bela stole for the escape was probably built by Rába. The company was founded by local investor groups in Győr in 1896. 1904 marked the start of production for their first petrol engine powered trucks. Throughout the years, they have become an important provider to Hungarocamion, a publicly operated international trucking firm. As far as cars, the Rába was a Hungarian automobile manufactured from 1912 to 1914. Soon after, the company began to produce its first passenger automobiles: The RÁBA Alpha, along with cars of other licenses, including Benz, Panhard, and Austro-Daimler. The diverse company also makes railroad passenger carriages, city tramcars, and agricultural vehicles like Rába tractors. Although they are no longer in the car business, they Rába has grown to be Hungary’s third largest employer.
Here are eight other cars that were designed, built, or assembled by Hungarian people:
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Few are probably aware that József Galamb, a Hungarian engineer, helped develop the world-famous Ford Model T.
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According to the magazine Vezess, the very first “truly” Hungarian car was named after its creator, János Csonka back in May of 1905 and tested at the University of Technology and Economics. “Its engine was a four-cylinder, four-stroke water-cooled design with a transmission attached to it.”
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Hvg reports that the Brokernet Silver Sting was the first domestic racing car to be designed and built entirely in Hungary with the help of Hungarian experts, but only two were made, using Kevlar, titanium, carbon fiber, and composite materials.
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The Hódmezővásárhely Agricultural Machinery Manufacturing Company is associated with the production of the electric-powered small car named ‘Puli’. The chassis made of fiberglass plastic, won awards but have since disappeared from the roads, as if there were many made to begin with.
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The roadster Borbála, named after the daughter of the designer, lacked a door and was the star of the 1989 Hungexpo.
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The 1995 Alma was a convertible with a refurbished Fiat 127 engine. Actually, the only part made in Hungary was the fiberglass body.
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The Brokernet Silver Sting is powered by a 437-horsepower, 3.6-liter, six-cylinder engine that was developed from the Porsche 911 GT3 engine.
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The Esztergom-made S-CROSS was the grand winner of “Hungarian Car of the Year 2023”.
Hungary has been a part of Formula 1 since 1986 and has seen only one driver race under the red, white, and green colors of their flag. There are very names that come to mind, although there are a number of up-and-coming Magyar men and women in the sport.
Ferenc Szisz was the first Hungarian race car driver and the winner of the first Grand Prix motor racing event on a Renault Grand Prix 90CV on June 26, 1906. More recently, Zsolt Baumgartner, who was born on January 1, 1981 in Debrecen, Hungary has a single point scored in his Formula 1 career. Zsolt began racing competitively at the age of thirteen karting in Hungary in 1994.
Laszlo Toth who was born on June 2nd, 2000, in Telki Hungary, most recently competed for ARC Bratislava in the 2023 Asian Le Mans Series. In 2022, he drove for Charouz Racing System in the FIA Formula 3 Championship. Toth, like Baumgartner, began karting at age thirteen in 2013. In 2021 the Hungarian joined Campos Racing in Formula 3 and in seventeen attempts failed to score. He had previously competed in the Italian F4 Championship, ADAC Formula 4 and Formula Renault Eurocup. The prior year, Toth raced for Bhaitech in Formula Renault Eurocup, still not winning but scoring some points along the way.
I’ve been to six Formula One events, Phoenix, Austin and four in Montreal, but never got back to see the Hungarian Grand Prix (Magyar Nagydíj) for the inaugural 1986 race or any subsequent years. This was the first Formula One race to take place behind the Iron Curtain, a major coup by organizer Bernie Ecclestone. The race drew 200,000 spectators despite expensive ticket prices. My cousin, Tibi, a big fan of the sport, could not afford to go. Locals made up only about ten percent of attendees, while the Finns and Germans are the majority of the crowd. The twisty, Hungaroringin Mogyoród near Budapest is the race site.
Ecclestone was also being creative when he took F1 to the flat streets of Phoenix in 1989. I was there on Safeway business and bought a ticket, thinking it was a long way from Phoenixville to Phoenix. It was my first, followed by Austin’s more challenging climbs and turns. A business associate, Joe Gunn, and I then took the “Griswold Hauler” to Montreal and stayed in a bed & breakfast. The following year, he ushered us there in style in his new BMW. The other two years, Jill arranged for tickets through Tony and Peter, the brother owners of La Campagnola Restaurant, one of several they operated. The walls of their pizza place in downtown Shamong were decorated with Formula One lithographs.
The artist turned out to be a friend of theirs, and they let Jill choose from a book of options. The signed, framed print she selected for me was of the 1989 Hungarian Grand Prix with my two favorite F1 drivers, Nigel Mansell passing Ayrton Senna for the win. It proudly hangs in my office. As it also so happened, the brothers were about to open a Canadian restaurant and planned on taking a group of 25 to Montreal for the race. I was able to buy tickets for that Formula One race two consecutive years where they provided VIP transportation and lodging.
Since we moved to Florida, I’ve been to two major tracks, and watched a fellow sports car owner race his Porche on a make-shift airport course. Some neighbors went with me to the St. Pete Indycar Grand Prix two years in a row and we drove the Miata to Sebring for a SCCA event on that famous track in conjunction with the car club. There were just too many Miata’s on the course that chilly day to make it competitive. The streets of St. Petersburg did make for some interesting racing. Mario Andretti drove the pace car and we hooked up with Bitcoin driver Conor Daly, his mother, Beth, and stepfather, Doug Boles, President of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. The only thing we didn’t get to do was ride on Roger Penske’s yacht parked near the finish line. In the near future, I’d also like to get down to Miami for the FI event. Maybe I’ll win the lottery!
Penske won in St. Pete in 2024, but I was saddled by hip surgery and my neighbor, this book’s ghost writer, was recovering from open heart surgery. The good news is that he had plenty of down time to write. We watched the race together on TV, along with a recorded replay of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. Our neighbor’s nephew, Karun Chandhok, was involved in the commentary. Ho…hum, Max Verstappen and Red Bull won again. I guess we could almost say the same thing about Penske’s Josef Newgarden, certainly Roger himself. Conor Daly was not in St. Pete but will drive for Dreyer & Reinbold Racing in Indianapolis, just another race that I’ll have to watch on TV this year. My Indycar favorites, Emerson Fittipaldi and Al Unser, Jr. are now only represented on race day by grandchildren. Let’s face it – I’m getting old.
Due to the nature of the Budapest track, narrow and often dusty because of under-use, the Hungarian Grand Prix is not particularly driver friendly, with sometimes many cars stuck behind each other, unable to pass. Qualifying position and pit strategy are crucial, although the 1989 race saw a bullish performance from Nigel Mansell in the Ferrari, who started from 12th on the grid and passed car after car, finally taking the lead when Ayrton Senna was balked by a slower runner. The circuit was modified slightly in 2003 in an attempt to allow more passing.
In 2020, Lewis Hamilton won the Hungarian Grand Prix for an eighth time, equaling Michael Schumaker’s French Grand Prix record for the most times a driver had won the same Grand Prix. Max Verstappen and Red Bull, who has been recently unstoppable, won the 2022 and 2023 editions. I have until 2032 to get there, and maybe take cousin Tibi, after a recent contract extension for the race.
Historically, back in June of 1936, the very first Grand Prix was held on a 5-kilometre (3.1-mile) track laid out in Népliget, a park in Budapest. “The Mercedes-Benz, Auto Union, and the Alfa Romeo-equipped Ferrari teams all sent three cars and the event drew a very large crowd. However, politics and the ensuing war meant the end of Grand Prix motor racing in Hungary for fifty years.”
Grand Prix racing in Hungary also extends to motorcycles, dating back to between 1988 and 1990 when WorldSBK (World Super Bike) came to the Hungaroring with Fred Merkel winning four of the six races. WorldSBK’s planned 2024 visit to Balaton Park, a newly constructed 4.115 km venue with six right-hand corners and 10 left-hand turns, will mean the circuit would become the second Hungarian track the Championship has visited. “In total, three manufacturers – Honda, Kawasaki, and Ducati – claimed victories in Hungary. Will they be able to add to that total, or will Yamaha and BMW become Hungarian winners?”
I’m, of course, partial to Bayerische Motoren Werke. My godfather’s BMW motorcycle was my very first time riding on any set of wheels. I also associate the sweets and ice cream he used to buy me after sitting in the sidecar on our adventures around Budapest. He would take me back to his machine shop and show me around. It was certainly an influence on my love of engines and everything automotive.
sides his BMW motorcycle, I personally had a 21-year love affair with my 533i automobile. The brand also achieved great success on the British racing scene, including the “Isle of Man TT Races” where they have a rich winning history dating back to 1939 and Georg “Schorsch” Meier in the saddle of a 255 Kompressor. I learned early on that the correct term for a BMW automobile is “bimmer,” while “beemer” and “beamer” actually only refer to a BMW motorcycle.
According to various sources, MotoGP has just announced a plan to bring motorcycle racing back to Hungary by 2025 at the latest. Dorna Sports and the Hungarian Mobility Development Agency (HUMDA) are working together to certify two venues that could soon host some of the most thrilling racing in the world of motorsports.”
Hungarian Heritage:
Unlike the conditions of 1956 under Communist rule, Hungary today is considered to be a middle power on the global stage. They joined NATO in 1999, becoming a formal ally of the United States, and also agreed to be one of ten new states to join the EU in 2004. The country has a high-income economy, and its citizens enjoy free secondary education and access to universal healthcare. “The Hungarian social security system offers protection from sickness, maternity, old-age, invalidity, occupational disease and injury, accidents at work, survivorship, children’s education, and unemployment. All persons who are gainfully employed and those of equivalent status are insured against all risks.” Being “Hungry in Hungary,” is no longer about food but rather about being competitive and getting ahead.
Because I’m so proud of my heritage, please allow me to list some of the more famous Hungarians, who can call themselves Magyar. In my opinion, “the statue committee” should consider more champions on this list other than just Count Béla Lugosi and Imre Nagy. Once again, thanks to Wikipedia for help in compiling and dividing this list into categories:
Hungarian Musicians:
Béla Bartók, considered the greatest Hungarian composer of all time.
Eugene Ormandy, renowned conductor of the Philadelphia Orchestra who developed the “Philadelphia Sound.”
Franz Lehár, musician and composer most well-known for his opera “The Merry Widow.”
Franz Liszt, renowned pianist and composer of more than 700 compositions including The Hungarian Rhapsody.
Gene Simmons, KISS rock-and-roll icon Simmons later changed his name to Eugene Klein, taking his Hungarian mother’s maiden name.
Alanis Morrisette, vocalist, her Hungarian mother’s family was forced to leave the country after the 1956 revolution.
Michael Balzary, better known as Red Hot Chili Peppers’ guitarist Flea.
Hungarian Performers:
Béla Lugosi, actor who will be forever remembered and identified as Count Dracula.
Harry Houdini (born Erich Weisz), world famous magician, illusionist and escape artist.
Michael Curtiz, Hollywood director of “Casablanca.”
Peter Lorre, character actor best known for his roles in “Casablanca” and “Maltese Falcon.”
Zoltán Latinovits, the male lead in over 50 films and countless stage roles.
Katalin Karády, a leading actress in Hungarian movies made between 1939–1945.
Pál Jávor, the country’s first male movie star.
Mari Törőcsik, stage and film actress, appearing in more than 170 films from 1956 to 2020.
Imre Soós, Hungarian actor, mostly known for his roles in communist propaganda films during the 1950s.
Zsa Zsa, Eva and Magda Gabor, Hollywood actresses and socialites who collectively were married 19 times.
Louis C.K., famous comedian, his father’s ancestry is rooted in Mexico and Hungary.
Peter Falk, Columbo, one of TV’s most recognizable detectives.
Goldie Hawn and Kate Hudson, daughter and granddaughter of Jews who escaped Hungary during World War II.
Drew Barrymore, her mother, Ildiko Makó, was born to Hungarian parents in a German refugee camp during WWII.
Tony Curtis, the actor was born Bernard Schwartz
Hungarian Inventors, Designers, & Scientists:
Béla Berenyl, designer of the Volkswagen Beetle.
David Gestetner, inventor of the Gestetner stencil duplicator or mimeograph machine.
Edward Teller, father of the hydrogen bomb.
Ernő Rubik, creator of the Rubik’s cube.
János Irinyi, inventor of the noiseless match.
Imre Bródy, inventor of the krypton electric bulb.
Laszlo Biro, inventor of the ballpoint pen
Calvin Klein, fashion designer whose father, Leo, was actually born in Hungary to Hungarian and Czechoslovakian immigrants.
Paul Erdős, brilliant Hungarian mathematician whose parents were also mathematicians.
Albert Szent-Györgyi, discovered Vitamin C and won the 1937 Nobel Prize.
Sándor Just and Imre Bródy, created the tungsten lamp.
Hungarian Politicians, Leaders, Monarchs and Kings:
Nicolas Sarkozy, the former president of France of Hungarian descent on his father’s side.
Matthias Corvinus, Matthias the Just, the monarch who wandered among his subjects in disguise, he remains a popular hero of Hungarian and Slovak folk tales.
Louis II, King of Hungary, Croatia and Bohemia from 1516 to 1526.
Stephen I, also known as King Saint Stephen.
Miklós Horthy, admiral and statesman who served as the regent of the Kingdom of Hungary during the interwar period and most of World War II.
Imre Nagy, communist politician who served as Chairman of the Council of Ministers (de facto Prime Minister) of the Hungarian People’s Republic from 1953 to 1955.
Gaiseric, also known as Geiseric or Genseric was king of the Vandals and Alans from 428 to 477.
Louis I, also Louis the Great was King of Hungary and Croatia from 1342 and King of Poland from 1370.
Jadwiga, also known as Hedvig was the first woman to be crowned as monarch of the Kingdom of Poland.
Árpád, was the head of the confederation of the Magyar tribes at the turn of the 9th and 10th centuries.
Andrew II, also known as Andrew of Jerusalem, was King of Hungary and Croatia between 1205 and 1235.
Hungarian Olympians:
Hungary first competed in athletics at the inaugural 1896 Olympic Games, with 3 athletes competing in 5 events and winning a silver and two bronze medals. The nation’s first gold medal in the sport came in 1900, with Rudolf Bauer‘s victory in the discus throw.
Hungarian athletes have won a total of 511 medals at the Summer Games and 10 medals at the Winter Games, with fencing being the top medal-producing sport. They also love being in the water and expect to win in competitions like swimming, water polo, kayaking, and canoeing.
Aladár Gerevich, a Hungarian fencer, regarded as “the greatest Olympic swordsman ever”. He won seven gold medals in saber at six different Olympic Games.
Iboyla Csák, winner of the women’s high jump at the 1936 Berlin Olympics.
Rezső Ignác Boldizsár “Rudolf” Bauer, winner of the gold medal in the men’s discus throw at the 1900 Summer Olympics.
Gyula Kellner, competed at the 1896 Summer Olympics in Athens and was one of 17 athletes to start the first ever marathon race. His time was 3:06.35.
Nándor János Dáni, 1896 Olympic runner who won a silver medal.
Dénes Kemény, president of the men’s national water polo team from 1997 to 2012. His teams medaled in 24 of its 29 major tournaments, including three Olympic golds in a row between 2000 and 2008, making him one of the most successful water polo coaches in Olympic history.
Imre Földi, weightlifter, competing at a record five Olympic Games, winning gold in 1972 and silver in 1964 and 1968.
Gyula Zsivótzky, hammer thrower who won a gold medal at the 1968 Olympics, silvers in 1960 and 1964, and finished fifth in 1972. He was also twice elected as Hungarian Sportsman of the Year.
Olga Gyarmati, all-round track and field athlete who competed at three Olympic Games in four different events. Her greatest success was winning the inaugural Olympic Women’s Long Jump competition in London in 1948.
Éva Székely, gold medalist at the 1952 Summer Olympics in Helsinki and silver medalist at the 1956 Summer Olympics.
András Balczó, pentathlete who competed at the 1960, 1968 and 1972 Olympics in the individual and team events, winning three gold and two silver medals.
Alfréd Hajós, first modern Olympic swimming champion and part of the first National European football/soccer team.
Krisztina Egerszegi, first female swimmer to win five individual Olympic gold medals.
Laszlo Papp, first boxer in Olympic history to win 3 consecutive gold medals.
Zsolt Erdei, bronze medalist in the middleweight division at the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney.
Bela and Martha Karolyi, gymnastics coaches who have coached Olympic medalists including Nadya Comaneci.
Ekaterina Szabo, born in Romania of Hungarian descent. Winner of 4 Olympic gold and 1 silver medal, member of the International Gymnastics Hall of Fame.
Elvis Stojko, 3-time World Figure Skating Champion, 7-time Canadian National Champion and winner of 2 Olympic silver medals.
Mark Spitz, Indiana University and Olympic swimming legend who won 7 gold medals at the 1972 Games in Munich.
Krisztina Egerszegi, youngest athlete ever to win an Olympic gold medal for swimming, 5-time gold medal winner in individual events.
Karch Kiraly, American volleyball player who is the only person ever to have won Olympic medals (both gold) in both indoor and beach volleyball.
Gergely Kiss, water polo player who first came to prominence helping the Hungarian team win gold during the 2000 Olympics in Sydney.
Hungarian athletes have participated in all Winter Olympic Games, but it wasn’t until 2018 in Pyeong Chang, South Korea that the country claimed their first ever gold in the men’s short track speed skating 5000 meter relay. Shaoang Liu followed this achievement with the first ever individual gold for speed skating at 500 meters in the 2022 Winter Olympics in Beijing. He also took the bronze at 1000 meters.
The country has participated in all but two Summer Olympic games. The exceptions were Antwerp 1920 because of the war and Los Angeles 1984 due to the boycott.
Other Hungarian Athletes:
These athletes made their mark in different sports, but they all shared Hungarian ancestry:
Ferenc Puskás, footballer and manager, regarded as one of the greatest players of all time.
Kornél Dávid, one of two Hungarians to play in the NBA.
Al Hrabosky, known as the “Mad Hungarian”, relief pitcher known for his blazing fastball.
Mickey Hargitay, body builder and actor, a member of Mae West’s stage show and Jayne Mansfield’s ex-husband.
George “Papa Bear” Halas, legendary Pro Football Hall of Fame coach, called the “father of the NFL.”
Larry Csonka, former running back and Super Bowl VIII MVP, currently a television host.
Don Shula, winningest coach in NFL history.
Joe Namath, New York Jets quarterback and Super Bowl MVP, affectionately known as “Broadway Joe.”
Lou “The Toe” Groza, kicker for the Cleveland Browns, Hall of Famer and 6-time All Pro.
Julius Boros, golfing legend and member of the PGA Hall of Fame and World Golf Hall of Fame.
Joseph “Bronco” Horvath, played for 6 NHL teams but is best remembered for his time with the Boston Bruins centering the “Uke Line” with Johnny Bucyk and Vic Stasiuk.
Kincsem, the most successful thoroughbred race horse ever, who won all 54 of her starts.
Ferenc Puskás, considered to be one of the greatest soccer player in history, played 84 games with the Hungarian National Team and scored a world record 83 goals.
Sándor Kocsis, known as the “Man with the Golden Head”, he scored 75 goals in 68 internationals, including a record 7 hat-tricks.
Hungarian Authors and Poets:
Culture Trip’s Adam Barnes identified eight Hungarian titles that “you should read before you die.” These include “The Door” by Magda Szabó, “Fatelessness” by Imre Kertész, “The Paul Street Boys” by Ferenc Molnár, “The Man With The Golden Touch” by Mór Jókai, “The Case Worker” by György Konrád, “Satantango” by László Krasznahorkai, “Journey By Moonlight” by Antal Szerb, and “Embers” by Sándor Márai.
Since many Hungarian writers unfortunately never had their work translated, these authors are recognized to be the new wave of internationally accessible writers:
Mór Jókai, often compared to Charles Dickens by the press.
Antal Szerb, considered to be one of the major Hungarian writers of the 20th century.
Imre Kertész, writer, poet, and journalist.
Sándor Márai, recipient of the 2002 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Magda Szabó, she is the most translated Hungarian author.
Sándor Petőfi, poet and liberal revolutionary. Author of the National Song.
Joseph Székelys, journalist, author, and archivist.
Of all these notable Hungarians, probably the most recognizable name for any of us is Harry Houdini. However, his escapes were nothing compared to my mom and dad.
The End.
Author’s note: This is the short, un-edited version of this story. The book itself will be much more detailed and proofread. Sorry for any errors or omissions in this version.
Just 8-days away from Bon Voyage and seven weeks distant from open heart surgery. I’m done with doctor visits for a while – they’ll have a hard time finding me on the ship. The daily 2-mile walks continue, as I experiment with books on tape for companionship. My first is Preston & Child’s “Dead Mountain,” a freebee with my library card. I used to listen to books in the car when I was traveling alone, usually on business. Back in my running days, not so long ago, I listened exclusively to music and some talk radio. It all helps to fill that lonely hour on the streets.
I’m headed to the ballpark this afternoon, probably my last Spring Training game. The Pirates are in town. Next Saturday, we fly out of Tampa to Buenos
Aires with a stop in Atlanta. We’ll have a couple of days to explore the city before the ship goes to Rio. It’s the start of an adventure that will take us to four continents in four weeks. Every day will be something new to write about, but I may not post until we get back.
A change in routine is crucial. I’m spending too much time on the keyboard and my lower back is suffering. When I walk it irritates a nerve near my spine and makes the experience somewhat painful, certainly uncomfortable. Stretching helps but then I get comfortable in my office chair, only getting up for food and short dog walks. I need to get in the habit of an afternoon or evening walk to prevent this stiffening. I should be on my feet more often on the boat and there will be several excursions along the way. The toughest stretch will be five long days crossing the Atlantic. We’ve been through this before, in fact seven days at sea, from Alaska to Hawaii.
The soreness in my chest continues. I can’t even lift a propane tank. However, the scars are healing nicely. Some upper body exercise would be welcome, but I will need at least another month before hitting the weight room. I’ll start my cardio-rehab once we get back home in mid-April. I will totally miss the solar eclipse, but apparently will see the Buenos Aires St. Patrick’s Day Parade, one of the largest in the world. It starts at noon on Avenida de Mayo and is organized by the Irish-Argentine Association. “El Dia de San Patricio” caters to the 500,000 Irish people that live in Argentina. Spanish with an Irish lill will be a unique twist on the language that I already won’t understand. Plaza de Mayo is not too far from the Atlantic. Recife will then be the crossing point across the shortest Atlantic span of travel to Africa after a stop in Rio. Europe will be the fourth continent stop on this journey.
Continued from Post #2493 with a reminder that this story is not about me but rather a neighbor whose family escaped from Communist Hungary in 1956.
“With the support of the American Hungarian Federation, more than 35,000 refugees arrived in the United States during 1957. Many of these were professionals who were able to find employment quite easily, and quite a few settled in Cleveland, Ohio, bringing new life to many of the organizations, especially the Hungarian Scouting movement.”
I just celebrated my seventy-first birthday this year, amid my recovery from hip surgery. Two years ago, on May 19, 2022, I organized, with the great help of neighbor and friends Diane and Steve Byard, a 70th surprise birthday party for my wife, Jill, at Made in Italy in our current hometown of Venice, Florida. Caregiver, Inna Piper, and her current husband Nick made the trip along with former Jersey neighbors, Mary and Mark Goehring. Our current Islandwalk community neighbors filled the tables. Made in Hungary was not a location option.
Our two children, Adam and Neil, were born on American soil, and Neil has three children, so the successful escape has led to two more generations of the Ambrus family. Other Hungarian families that experienced a similar plight in their exodus from the homeland have experienced similar miracles.
These are fellow Hungarians that have settled all over these United States. They have raised families that are now considered native Americans. “It’s interesting to note that the largest concentration of Hungarians is in the Greater Cleveland Metropolitan Area in northeast Ohio. At one time, the presence of Hungarians within Cleveland proper was so great that the city was known as the ‘American Debrecen,’ with one of the highest concentrations of Hungarians in the world.”
The Buckeye state currently identifies 172,974 people as Hungarian, which represents 1.47% of the total population. New Jersey, our home for many years, and Pennsylvania have the second and third largest Hungarian populations, respectively. My RV Travel Trailer allows us to visit our family and friends, scattered from New York to the Jersey shore. We just recently purchased a new 2024 Forest River Vibe model to continue our adventures.
The country of Hungary is relatively small, about the size of the state of Indiana, but rich in diverse, beautiful landscapes and natural resources. It’s well-known for its wealth of thermal and mineral sources, often called “the land of waters.” The thermal lakes and baths attract thousands of tourists to the country throughout the whole year. Although landlocked, the nation boasts Lake Balaton, a freshwater “rift lake” in the Transdanubian Region, an Inner Sea that covers almost 600 square kilometers. Hungarians nicknamed it the “Hungarian Sea.” Two distinctive lake settlements, Balatonfüred, the largest lake in central Europe, and Hévíz, one of the largest thermal lakes in the world, have long been a playground for past aristocracy, with many Austrians and Germans currently flooding to the area for summer vacations.
The mountainous region of the north shore is recognized for both its historic character and as a major wine producer, of 22 in the country, while the flatter southern shores gave rise to the resorts. Tokaji Aszu (Tokay), known as the ‘King of wines’, is the most famous sweet wine in Hungary, rivaling Saternes as the finest in the world. You can find this dessert wine in most traditional restaurants, classified according to ‘puttonyos,’ referring to the sugar content.” A red wine, Bull’s Blood of Eger (Egri Bikavér) is also quite popular to drink.
As part of the 1981 visit, Jill and I did an overnight with my dad in Eger and visited several of the wine cellars. The wine was served in oversized pitchers on picnic tables, and although it was a hot day on the streets, it was cool in these underground surroundings. When it comes to cool, subterranean, underground settings, the Kőbánya district of Budapest, “Beer City” is known for its tunnels, limestone quarries, and yes – sör. Hungary’s hunger for beer began with the nomadic Magyars, well over a thousand years ago, who likely learned hops, barley, and malt brewing techniques from the Slavs.
Dreher Antal and his father Franz are credited with creating their Viennese lager-style beer in 1841, and for this they were called “the beer kings.” An 1840 law had made it possible again for anyone to brew, sell, and import beer. By 1845, the first commercial brewery was built in Pest by a brewer named Peter Schmidt. He stored this beer in the Kőbánya neighborhood in the tenth district.
Historically, Kőbánya was a vast limestone quarry that supplied the stone used to build many of Budapest’s buildings. “The massive cellar system in the neighborhood was ideal for fermenting and storing beer because of the steady, cool temperatures. Brewers also discovered high-quality water under the old quarries.
Limestone mining was stopped in Budapest in 1890. Winegrowers and brewers then used the galleries for the storage or fermentation of their beverages, and it is estimated that all the chambers now used for diving were dug by the latter to extract fresh water.
During the Second World War, parts of this amazing underground network were used as shelter by thousands of Budapestois during the bombings, a covert aircraft engine assembly plant, and it was also at this time that three churches, one of Gothic style, were carved into the limestone walls.
You can enjoy the best of Hungarian and international beers at these annual festivals – just don’t offer “Cheers”:
Budapest Beer Week (BPBW)
Főzdefeszt (Budapest Craft Beer Festival)
Buda Castle Beer Festival
Belgian Beer Festival love of international flavors
Pálinka & Sör Fesztivál (Brandy & Beer Festival)
Hungarians, like most consumers, often associate food and drink with tobacco. Recent statistics show that over 28 percent of the population over 15 are regular smokers. It was probably much higher in times of war and revolution. They were certainly ideal for bribing guards. The three big tobacco companies in Hungary have producing facilities in the country: Róna Dohányfeldolgozó Kft., Pécsi Dohánygyár, and Continental Dohányipari Zrt. My parents and their friends were into the American brand, Winston. “Winston tastes good like a cigarette should.” I’m confident the Hungarian Club was not smoke free!
With regard to topography, Kekes is the highest elevation point at 1,014 meters (3,327 feet), while the lowest point is the Tisza River at 78 meters (256 feet). The vast lowland area is known as the Great Hungarian Plain is the heart of the agricultural region. The country has four chief geographic regions: Transdanubia (Dunantul), the Great Plain (Alfold), the Little Plain (Kisalfold), and the Northern Mountains. In the middle of it all, flows the Danube River for nearly 1,800 miles or 2,900 kilometers. It eventually ends at the Dead Sea, after passing through ten nations.
“By the turn of the 20th century, Balaton had become a center of research by Hungarian biologists, geologists, hydrologists, and other scientists, leading to the country’s first biological research institute being built on its shore in 1927. During the 1960s and 1970s, Balaton became a major tourist destination due to focused government efforts, including the construction of a railroad, causing the number of overnight guests in local hotels and campsites to nearly triple in numbers.”
Buried beneath all the attractions and beauty of my country are the ugly scars of Communism. It drove my family out of Hungary, and we are so much better off because of my parent’s bold decision to leave. The Dump Truck remains a symbol of our freedom. Whenever I see one on the streets or at a construction site, I think of Bela, who probably stole nothing else in his life. As coined by Hippocrates, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
It all wants to make me wave the national flag of Hungary (Magyarország zászlaja), a horizontal Tricolor of red, white and green. In this format, it has remained the official flag of Hungary since May 23, 1957, just after The Revolution, but dates back to 1790 and the coronation of Leopold II, Holy Roman Emperor, King of Hungary, Croatia, and Bohemia, Arch Duke of Austria, and the Grand Duke of Tuscany. He was also Queen Marie Antoinette’s brother. This was all long before the rise of Communism, the Iron Curtain, and my parents’ great escape in 1956.
The Hungarian Communist Party (Magyar Kommunista Párt, or MKP) existed during the interwar period and briefly after World War II. It took on various disguises, as outlined by Wikipedia: “Party of Communists in Hungary (1918–1919; 1922–1943), Socialist Party of Hungary (1919), Party of Socialist Communist Workers in Hungary (1919), Peace Party (1943–1944), and Hungarian Communist Party (1944–1948). In 1948, the party merged with the social democrats to form the Hungarian Working People’s Party which became the next ruling party of Hungary. It was also a member of Comintern (Communist International) and its successor Cominform.”
With the onset of Communist rule in, a new coat of arms featuring a Communist red star was placed on the flag as the badge. During the anti-Soviet uprising in 1956, revolutionaries cut out the Hammer, Sickle, and Wheat emblem and used the resulting tricolor with a hole in the middle. The three colors represent three virtues: red is for strength, white is for faithfulness, and green is for hope. Hungary currently has a parliamentary republic government.
Without getting into the country’s whole political structure that you can find on bbc.com, I will point out that on March 10, 2022, the Hungarian Parliament elected a new President of the Republic in the person of Ms. Katalin Novák, the first female President of Hungary. Women voted for the first time in the 1922 elections. By 1990, women still only made up 7% of elected members, up to 12.6% in 2018. Viktor Mihály Orbán has been Prime Minister since 2010, previously holding the office from 1998 to 2002. He has led the Fidesz political party, Hungarian Civic Alliance, since 1993, with a break between 2000 and 2003.
Budapest is the capital city, and seat for the Orbán Prime Ministry at the Sándor Palace, but if you’re looking for other unique places to visit in the country, the village of Hollóko is one of the most charming. It’s hidden in the north eastern hills where they live like it was 100 years ago. Also, Herend, a village west of the Danube, is home to 185 years of handmade porcelain manufacturing. Wazes, cups and statues are made here, attracting famous people from around the world. No serious porcelain collection is complete without a Herend!
I remain curious about the country I left behind and continue to study the culture and history. Delving into the past is important to Hungarians – it was important to me. This is why I’ve included so much history and tradition in this story of escape. As you can imagine, it was difficult to appreciate life in Pest as a child when surrounded by violence and discontent. As I get older, I want to learn more about the Hungarian people and their passions. This is why I decided to write this story and have tried to include even the trivial facts that have shaped the evolution of my homeland.
Hungarians respectfully like paying homage to their former kings, poets, authors, martyrs, freedom fighters, and other national heroes. There are at least 1,173 statues on just the streets of Budapest, let alone the rest of the country. There are also nearly 30 miniature statues displayed throughout the city by Mihajlo Kolodko, a Ukrainian artist with Hungarian roots. In addition, since 1993, Memento Park has been home to Hungary’s fallen and toppled communist-era statues, “a graveyard to dictators that provides a place to teach and remember, but not to idealize.” Here you will find the boots from the Stalin statue torn down in the 1956 Revolution.
The most revered is probably The Liberty Statue or Freedom Statue, a monument on the Gellért Hill in Budapest. “It commemorates those who sacrificed their lives for the independence, freedom, and prosperity of Hungary.” I found a dozen more that caught my attention, like those of Béla Lugosi at Vajdahunyad Castle, Columbo, Ronald Reagan in Liberty Square, the Zero Kilometer Stone at the geographical center of Budapest, Steve Jobs Memorial, Imre Nagy, William Shakespeare, Empress Sissi Statue, The Fat Policeman whose copper belly is rubbed for luck on St. Stephen’s Basilica, politician Anna Kéthly, and Satoshi Nakamoto, a tribute to the builder(s) of Bitcoin. Some of these heroes preserved in stone were not necessarily Hungarian but had historical influence. I’ll leave this up to your curiosity.
They should have built a statue of Elvis, as celebrities around the world came to the aid of Hungarians during the turbulent Revolution times. “Elvis, the King of Rock and Roll, was such a friend. “In 1957, he played tribute to the anti-Soviet uprising with a performance of ‘Peace in the Valley.’ He was awarded posthumous Hungarian citizenship in 2011 as recognition for this support.” “The King of Pop,” Michael Jackson doesn’t have a statue but during his tour stays in Budapest, he often stayed at the Kempinski Hotel. In the corner of the adjacent park is a tree dedicated to his memory with pictures, flowers, letters, and homemade tributes stapled into the bark. Other Americans, like Columbo, Ronald Regan, and Steve Jobs were cut in stone.
With further regard to Magyar history, “Hungary’s national symbol appears to be an eagle or falcon of some kind, but it’s actually an entirely fictional mythological bird of prey know as a ‘Turul.’” The “Turul” originates in an ancient Hungarian legend, a folk tale dating back to the 8th century where Emese, the mother of the Magyar royal dynasty and all ethnic Hungarians, was impregnated by a Turul bird. The winged beast appeared to her in a dream and was interpreted to mean that she would give birth to a son who would lead his people out of their home in Levedia. As with most ancient stories, there are several variations depending on how many beers you’ve had. Prince Álmos, in at least one version, is protected from harm by the “Turul” and his ancestors, most notably his son Árpád became the future rulers of the Kingdom of Hungary.
The Álmos dynasty coat of arms is still displayed. They ruled the Carpathian Basin for four hundred years, including the coronation of King Saint Stephen in AD 1000 and the death of King Andrew III in 1301. By 1500, the Kingdom of Hungary came under the rule of the Ottoman Empire for more than 150 years. Under this regime, the country was divided into three parts. Hungarians know their past and they are tired of being divided and conquered.
“Part” of Saint Stephen still has a role in Hungarian tradition. His mummified hand known as the “Holy Right” resides in an ornate golden reliquary in the Basilica of St. Stephen. “Drawn into a tight fist and clutching precious jewels, the hand—now shrunken and yellowed—still manages an air of righteous defiance.” It takes “part” in an annual parade every August 20th to commemorate Saint Stephen’s Day and the founding of the Hungarian nation. His father was Géza of Hungary, “mummy,” Sarolt and wife, Gisela. He survived his two sons, Otto and Emeric, and lived to be 62 or 63. His fist is one of two mummified Hungarian tourist attractions, along with the Mummies of Vác. I apologize for any “mummy” jokes that I’ve used in describing them.
Back in 1867, Hungary became an equal partner in the Austro-Hungarian Empire and remained as such until 1918 when it was broken up at the end of WW I. It was a military and diplomatic alliance under a single monarch titled both Austrian emperor and King of Hungary. Franz Joseph I ruled from 1867 – 1916 and Heinrich Lammasch from 1916-1918, serving as one of Europe’s major powers at that time.
They resent the Treaty of Trianon that reestablished borders following WW I, and shudder over the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Monarchy when two-thirds of its territory was ceded to neighboring nations. Relatives and neighbors of Hungarian families were relegated to the other side of the border.
It seems that every country has a flag, coat of arms, bird, tree, song, anthem, religious symbol, and/or flower that are uniquely representative of their heritage. Two of these I’ve yet to cover. The tulip, native to The Netherlands is also the national flower of Hungary, as established by the sultan. The Holy Crown is both a symbol of Hungarian Royalty and an important national relic. In simplified form, there’s an upper part that “consists of four arched gold bands welded together into a cupola-like shape, with inscriptions accompanying its illustrations. The lower part is the Greek Crown. It was originally worn by Hungary’s rulers on the occasion of their being crowned.” No one can agree on where it should be housed.
Where did the name “Hungary” come from? It’s adapted from Hungaria, the Medieval Latin term describing the (H)ungari or (H)ungri people. Hungarians call their country Magyarország, derived from the words Magyar or Megyar. From March 1, 1920 until February 1, 1946 the official name of the territory was Magyar Kiralysag (Kingdom of Hungary, Regnum Hungariae, Königreich Ungarn).” Considering the first syllable being “Hun,” I thought there might be a connection with the nomadic Huns and their infamous leader, Atilla. Scholars dismiss this but legends still exist, according to author Jolan Mann in “The Essential Guide to Being Hungarian.”
“Hunor and Magor, forefathers of the Huns and Magyars, the two sons of the ardent hunter, Menrot, are led by a white stag they are chasing to a new homeland, Meotisz, which is rich in fish and game and is on the northern shore of the Black Sea. The pagan Magyars believed in the tree of life, which, from its roots to its trunk on upward to its crown has branches that resemble a stag’s antlers. In Hun legends, after the death of Atilla, the crown Prince Csaba wished to unite with the Magyars to reoccupy Atilla’s inheritance. The mythical falcon, Turul, national bird of Hungary and just introduced a few pages ago, led the Huns towards the Carpathian Valley and later provided the same service for their rightful heirs the Magyars.” Hungarians love a good folk tale or folk legend.
Much has been explored throughout this book about the Revolution of 1956, but there was a revolutionary forerunner that transpired just over one hundred years before. Although it failed, it is still remembered as one of the most significant events in Hungary’s modern history. In 1848, then known as the Kingdom of Hungry, countrymen sought independence from the Austrian Empire. Poet Sándor Petőfi wrote a tribute which is said to have inspired the fighting, Nemzeti dal (National Song). He reportedly died in the Battle of Segesvár, one of the last battles of the war. It is celebrated every March 15th, one of Hungary’s three national holidays. The lyrics are at the conclusion of the first chapter. Another Petőfi work ends Chapter seven.
Hungary has adapted remarkedly through the years. A housing shortage defined the 1950s, so my grandma and I were probably fortunate to have and retain our own apartment rather than be put on the streets. This was due to the demands of industrialization, forcing thousands to move to Budapest where I was born. Supply and demand were raising prices. My grandmother was initially part of this migration, leaving the familiar forest where she lived for years with my grandfather and relocating to the city. Fortunately, it was prior to this crunch and subsequent Revolution.
I’m a car guy, who had to include every car I ever owned in this story of my life. I was only 8-years old when I left the country and never even owned a toy car that I can remember. My godfather would drive me through the streets of Budapest on his BMW two-seater, my first experience with wheels and speed. I don’t ever recall riding with him in a car, although I know he later owned a few. Maybe Bela drove the dump truck by our apartment after work in Pest and let me sit in the cab, but I was only four when he and my dad left.
To Be Continued…..
Six weeks have passed, approaching seven, and I remain the impatient patient. I’m not yet feeling better than I did pre-surgery and beginning to doubt whether I ever will. I never did have any symptoms like shortness of breath or dizziness, but running was becoming tedious and slow. Right now, walking feels the same way, as I am up to a fairly consistent two-mile distance. Due to drizzle, only a mile today. My lower back is sore, and legs feel stiff to the point where it is a chore rather than a pleasure to go the distance. This is why I don’t really feel that things have changed after all this work on my heart.
It will be months before my breastbone fully heals, so there is little upper body work I can perform. I have to maintain my arms at the side, cautiously lay on my side, and avoid raising my hands overhead. I miss the sit-ups and pushups that I would do daily. My muscles are going to mush and there’s little I can do but write about it on this blog. At least, I’m maintaining some finger dexterity with the keyboard. I did think about changing some florescent light bulbs but realized there would be ladder climbing and reaching upwards involved, so I’ll wait for help. We also bought an electric fireplace that is too heavy for me to install. Same with a cable box that came loose from behind one of my big-screen TV’s. I couldn’t even help move some bags of mulch or carry-in groceries.
I did not have fluid on or around my lungs as the surgeon feared, had an excellent follow-up with the cardiologist, and will meet with my primary physician next week. We went out to dinner last night at Shaner’s Pizzaria in Sarasota, featuring a menu with the owner’s numerous baseball cards on the cover. I did not get a chance to meet Shane Rawley while he was busy tending bar. He pitched a total of 198 innings over twelve years in the majors for the Mariners, Yankees, Phillies, and Twins. I have several of his cards in my collection.
It’s Sunday and I could run over to the ballpark or watch I.U. miss some more threes. Purdue has clinched the BIG and thankfully there are probably less than a handful of Hoosier games to suffer through before the season is over. I’ll be on a plane or boat for the NCAA Tourney and don’t honestly feel like I’ll be missing much. May not even get to watch a single game, for once in my life. Today, I don’t feel like much more than a quiet day at home being an impatient patient.
Continued from Post #2491
Hungarian is one of the most difficult languages to learn, so it only seems logical that Franz Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsodies, especially No.2 in C-sharp minor, are some of the most difficult piano pieces to perform. They are based on Hungarian folk themes and composed between 1846-1853, one hundred years before The Revolution and later between 1882 and 1885. Magyar rapszódiák are a set of 19 piano solos adapted to orchestral arrangements and have enjoyed widespread popularity in cartoons, most famously in Tom and Jerry’s Academy Award winning short, “The Cat Concerto, and Bugs Bunny’s “Rhapsody Rabbit.”
“Hungarian Rhapsody” is also a concert film of the British Rock Group, Queen, and their performance at the Nepstadion in Budapest on July 27, 1986, part of the band’s final tour with Freddy Mercury. He sang the Hungarian folk song Tavaszi Szél Vizet Áraszt (Spring Wind Floods Water) to the audience – in Hungarian, sited “as the first song that Hungarians learn and continue to cherish, as part of our culture and identity.” The concert title is a play on the Hungarian Rhapsodies and one of Queen’s most celebrated hits, “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
Hungary like Austria has a rich tradition of classical music. Franz Liszt was a virtuoso pianist, conductor, composer, and teacher. He’s regarded as one of the greatest pianists of his times (1811-1886), born in the village of Doborján in Sopron County, Kingdom of Hungry, Austrian Empire. He weaved together the themes he had heard in native western Hungary, believed to be folk music at the tempo of verbunkos, gypsy dance, into his compositions. He died in Bayreuth, Kingdom of Bavaria, German Empire.
“Two other of Hungary’s famous composers, Béla Bartók and Zoltán Kodály, are known for using folk themes in their music. The Busójárás carnival in Mohács is a major folk music event in Hungary, formerly featuring the long-established and well-regarded Bogyiszló orchestra. Instruments traditionally used in Hungarian folk music include the citera, cimbalom, cobza, doromb, duda, kanászkürt, tárogató, tambura, tekero and ütőgardon.”
During the era of Communist rule in Hungary (1949–1989) a Song Committee scoured and censored popular music for traces of subversion and ideological impurity. Since then, however, the Hungarian music industry has begun to recover, producing successful performers in the fields of jazz such as trumpeter Rudolf Tomsits, pianist-composer Károly Binder and, in a modernized form of Hungarian folk, Ferenc Sebő and Márta Sebestyén. The three giants of Hungarian rock: Illés, Metró, and Omega, remain very popular.
“One of the most significant musical genres in Hungary is Romani music, with a historical presence dating back many centuries. Hungarian Romani music is an integral part of the national culture, and it has become increasingly popular throughout the country.” “The Sziget festival on the Obudai Island is one of the largest music and cultural festivals in Europe. More than 1,000 performances take place each year.”
When it comes to popular songs, let’s logically start with the National Anthem, “Himnusz.” is the national anthem of Hungary. The refrain is from 1823 poet, Ferenc Kölcsey’s prayer, beginning with the words Isten, áldd meg a magyart, “God, bless the Hungarians.” The lyrics were written by Ferenc, a nationally renowned poet, in 1823, and the music by romantic composer Ferenc Erkel in 1844. Since there are 8-verses, I will not elaborate.
The anthem has experienced its share of politics, beginning just after the First World War when Hungary’s Minister of Culture issued a decree stating that “according to the prayerful nature of the anthem, it can only be given on serious occasions.” Thus, the anthem was banned from being played at sporting events. If it weren’t for sports in the U.S., we would hardly ever hear our anthem. During the communist regime, the anthem was played without text, and a movement began to adopt a new one with non-religious verbiage and a more optimistic message. However, “God Bless the Hungarians,’ somehow survived to be officially adopted as the song of the Third Hungarian Republic in 1989.
Hungarian pop is the pop music scene of Hungary, and often associated with Rezső Seress’s song, “Gloomy Sunday,” which was covered by numerous artists. The most notable artists include Zsuzsa Koncz, Locomotiv GT, Omega, Karthago, Zsuzsa Cserháti, Kati Kovács, Judit Szűcs, Péter Máté, Neoton Família, and Jimmy Zámbó.
I also found a website, quora.com, that identified 50 tunes, in no particular order, believed to be what an overwhelming majority of the Hungarian population could hum the words along if forced to remember. I had them translated into English, but they are just as foreign to me:
- “Even they say it does not fit”
- “They load the fire, yet it goes out”
- “Crispy cherries ripen”
- “My boots are new, they are hung on the nail”
- “Once upon a time a prince”
- “Stars, stars, shine beautifully”
- “I went to the fair”
- “Gerencséri Street”
- “Plums fall from the tree”
- “The grapes ripen, bend the cane”
- “Hej The wind blows from the Danube”
- “Graze from the wind”
- “Under the shore”
- “The world burns at a wedge of flowers”
- “Bered lad, load your cart well”
- “Little girl from Komárom”
- “A little piglet volley, volley, vole”
- “Spring wind floods water”
- “Hej Vargan, cooking cabbage”
- “Come with me Anna Molnár”
- “Forest, forest, forest, round forest of Marosszék”
- “Two sprigs of peonies, bent out onto the road”
- “Who does not act at the same time”
- “Chain, chain, lathe chain”
- “Marry cricket”
- “Paul, Kate, Peter”
- “Small ducks bathe”
- “Trench jumped by mosquito”
- “I lost my handkerchief”
- “Hide-and-seek green branch”
- “There is a witch”
- “Hosted by, Alphabet”
- “For the good cavalry soldier”
- “Bridge horse end”
- “My baby is ploughed”
- “Madárka, madárka” (emigration song)
- “Hope Julian, Hope Mariska”
- “The present hussar is doing well”
- “The two girls went to pick up a mirage”
- “By I would go, I on the Tisza ladik”
- “Hey rozmaring, rozmaring”
- “I’m leaving, I’m going”
- “Oh, but I’m sick”
- “Lajos Kossuth said:”
- “Bride, groom, but beautiful both”
- “May the Lord God grant to this farmer”
- “I’m a poor lad”
- “Deep forest violet blossom”
- “Dry lake on wet shore”
- “Where are you going, little rabbit”