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Retirement is not without Hassles: Four Continents in Four Weeks #2498

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. 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Hungarian Americans Part 9A #2497

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…..

Old Sport Shorts: Senior Day Spoilers #2496

Indiana has become the Senior Day Spoilers, after their second straight road victory, as the conference regular season comes to an end. I’d like to say that the Hoosiers played well but after eight first half and six more in the last half, I have to believe that the win was really more the result of the Minnesota Golden Gophers going 5-26 from behind the arc, even after rallying from that distance late in the game.  Before the game it was announced that Coach Wooden will return for another year. 

IU crossed the magic mark with a 61-48 lead at 4:36 remaining. Mackenzie Mgbako picked up his fourth foul just after hitting 3 straight 3’s and finished with 15, while Anthony Walker left the game with a knee injury. Kel’el Ware added 26 points — two off his career high — and 11 rebounds for the Hoosiers who moved to 17-13 overall and 9-10 in the Big Ten Conference. Trey Galloway also posted a double-double in the impressive 70-58 victory, their eighth straight over the not so Golden Gophers. Indiana closes out the regular season at home against Michigan State on Sunday with hopes that their Senior Day won’t be spoiled. 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Rally on the Road #2495

From the photo, you might be thinking that this post is about auto racing, Instead, it’s about basketball, but I was thinking that this Sunday when I might have attended my third straight Indycar St. Pete Grand Prix, I’ll be watching it on TV. My open-heart surgery and a neighbor’s hip surgery didn’t allow for either of us to make the trip. It will also be the I.U. men’s final regular season game. The women concluded their BIG season beating Maryland and play again in the conference tourney on Friday. 

The Indiana men defeated Maryland on Sunday afternoon at Xfinity Center by a final score of 83-78. It wasn’t easy! The Terrapins led 43-33 at the half as a 16-point Maryland lead swung to an 11-point Indiana advantage and dwindled to five on two consecutive Terrapin threes as time was running out. I.U. was led in the game by Mackenzie Mgbako with 24 points. 

Kel’el Ware had to get his team to the magic mark of 60 – twice. The first was a plus-one that was reversed in favor of a foul that should have probably been ruled fragrant. Maryland, however, had already gotten there first on a Jordan Geronimo layup with 11:20 remaining. The Hoosiers responded by going ahead for good 68-65 at the 6:33 mark. It was their third BIG road victory this season with Minnesota next on the schedule. A win there and against Michigan State on Senior Night in Bloomington could move them into the upper tier of the conference with a 10-10 record, 18-13 overall. However, who can be optimistic when the Hoosiers continue to suffer from major mood swings? 

We did get some measure of revenge on the Terrapins, beating them twice this season, including Senior Day, after bad memories of 2002. From a recruiting standpoint, it helps make up for setbacks with Geronimo and more recently Derik Queen, both choosing Maryland over Indiana. It took a 48-27 turn around in the second half to earn this victory, and in the process, they also had to overcome a bad reputation for shooting frees and threes by going 14-17 from the free throw line and 7-16 from behind the arc. The return of Xavier Johnson proved to stabilize the team, as he scored 13, while adding six assists and a steal. 

The #14 women had an easier time with the Terrapins, wrapping up their BIG Conference regular season with a 71-54 victory in Bloomington. It was 61-44 on a Lexus Bargesser layup with 5-minutes left to play. Sara Scali scored 19 points and Yarden Garzon added 17. They improved to 15-0 at home and tied Iowa for second place in the conference. They will be the #3 seed in tourney play.

Both Hoosier teams will need to rally in moving up the standings to impress the NCAA committee members, especially the men who are still in danger of not even making the field. 

 

 

 

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Impatient Patient #2494

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 one of his 1989 Twins 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. 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles Part 8 #2493

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”

 

Although we weren’t a family of talented musicians, it wasn’t from the lack of opportunity. My parents bought a used piano in West Windsor, New Jersey, and I took lessons for about four years. The piano was eventually passed along to Jill and I when we moved to Shamong. Both Adam and Neil took lessons and still play today. We gave the piano to Neil after he bought a home in Southampton, New Jersey, so that all three grandchildren could continue the tradition. My parents did like to sing and dance, as I’m sure they did in the comfortable setting of the Hungarian Club and in the comfort of their friends’ homes. They enjoyed listening to music and would gather together with friends to sing some of the familiar Hungarian favorites. 

The Phoenixville Hungarian Club, although I rarely got to go inside, had the bar downstairs and dining room on the main floor. There was a small stage and a piano in the corner, as I recall, and loud voices echoing up the stairway as the bar crowd talked over each other. My mom always liked to dress up, so this was her opportunity to let loose. Hungarians are good at that! 

My dad loved gypsy inspired music and hired an authentic band for our wedding. It was a group that he would go see when he was working in New York City. I remember our trip back to Hungary in May of 1981. Jill was five months pregnant with Adam when she met my godfather, Kalmar, for the first time. My dad got up from our restaurant table and summoned the gypsy band to play for us. He requested some old favorite Hungary songs and some Mozart in between. He was definitely in his element, as the band played on. “Can I have this dance, Jill?” 

Wikipedia research pointed out that “some well-known Gypsy music styles include Flamenco (Spain), Manouche Jazz (France) and Balkan Brass (Eastern Europe). Each style showcases the diversity and adaptability of Gypsy music, blending local traditions with the rich musical heritage of the Romani people.” 

Dad explained that most of the Gypsies in Europe are Roma (Romani), the country’s largest ethnic minority believed to have migrated from Northern India to Hungary in the 10th or 11th century. They reportedly make up about 3.2 percent of the total population. To call them “Hungarian Gypsies” is considered a racial slur. 

It’s disturbing to note that following Hungarian independence in 1919, the Hungarian government carried out a series of anti-Roma policies. In addition, tens of thousands of Hungarian Romani were murdered by the Nazis, in conjunction with the Hungarian authorities. 

My dad saw their music as magical (majiks), citing artists like Kesha, Neon Hitch, Cher Lloyd, Jerry Mason, and Django Reinhardt. Most of us associate them with tarot cards, crystal balls, fortune-telling tents, and maybe even witchcraft. From early on, the Romani have certainly been connected with singing, dancing, and acting. Literature is full of stories of their magical arts. Regardless of how magical they may be, they are very much misunderstood.

To be Continued…

Old Sport Shorts: Who cut the Cheese? #2492

Indiana does lead the all-time series against Wisconsin. 97-81. However, the Badgers, have  been victorious in 11 of the last 13 matchups. Indiana has not won a game in Madison since 1998 so it’s a good thing the game’s in B-Town. To be fair, IU has shown some series dominance, a 31-game win streak against Wisconsin from Feb. 28, 1980, all the way until March 2, 1997. The good old days! Who moved our cheese? Things were starting to stink for Coach Mike Woodson and Company.

Madison has been a nightmare story, with I.U. still stinging from earlier this season with that 19th straight loss against the “Cheeseheads.” They are stuck another year with the smell of the longest road losing streak against any opponent in program history — more than 100 years. The Hoosiers have also lost 17 straight away games against Michigan State from 1992- 2012, and dropped 12 straight road games against Purdue in West Lafayette from 1908 through 1922. This should be fuel for a good effort at home. We were in desperate need of a win and the odds were against us. 

Kel’el Ware finished with 27 points and 11 rebounds to carry to a shaky 74-70 victory over Wisconsin. The game was delayed for 25 minutes in the second half because a fire alarm in the balcony was apparently pulled by some drunks. The alarm started blaring 25 seconds after John Blackwell had back-to-back layups to pull the Badgers even at 54 with 10:31 remaining. It definitely destroyed the Badger’s momentum and divided the game into thirds as both teams left the floor and Assembly Hall was evacuated, following state law.

At 7:48, Wisconsin found the magic first and put themselves in position to win with a 61-58 lead. With 1:07 on the clock the game was once again tied at 70, but I.U. had possession. Malik Reneau hit the go-ahead two but then immediately fouled out. The Badgers missed on a volley of threes, while Mackenzie Mgbako hit two critical free throws to seal the victory at 74-70. Xavier Johnson saw limited action and proved effective. It was I.U.’s first Quad 1 win of the season, but not nearly enough to earn them NCAA tourney consideration. They “cut the cheese” on that season goal.

The women’s game against Northwestern was much easier to watch. The other Mackenzie had 28 points and nine rebounds, while Sydney Parrish added 11. points and 10 rebounds. No. 14 Indiana comfortably beat Northwestern 84-64, earning its fourth straight win in the series.

Mackenzie Holmes, a graduate student, surpassed Steve Alford (2,348) to become the second all-time leading scorer amongst Indiana’s men’s and women’s programs. She ranks first amongst the women’s record book with 2,375 career points. Her next goal is to surpass Calbert Cheaney who scored 2,613 points from 1989-93. 

Both the men and women “Mac’s” battle Maryland Sunday, but Mgbako and his teammates will have to do it on the road. Holmes gets to stay home.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Hungry in Hungary Part 7 #2491

Continued from Post # 2489

Since this was a story about bribing hungry guards with food to escape from Hungary during the height of the Revolution, it only makes sense to include a chapter about Hungarian food, drink, and spices. For the six escapees, food was their most valuable commodity. They were too poor to offer anything else, leaving their homeland with only the clothes on their back. 

Food was obviously important in my life, especially since I can vividly remember the farewell dinner with my parents of Makos Teszta, poppy seed noodles in a sweet sauce. Plus, I wasn’t quite four-years old at the time, just at the point where long-term memory develops, so I’m lucky to recall anything at all. 

I also recount the long flight to the U.S. for the reunion with my parents. A pre-arranged representative took me to and from the airport. Grandmother packed me a satchel-full of bread, cheese, and salami for the journey, knowing that I would need to spend the night alone in Amsterdam at a youth boarding facility and had never ridden on a plane. 

Only Hungarian food had ever crossed my lips apart from the Hershey’s candy kisses my parents would regularly send to our Budapest apartment with their letters, photos and some clothes, so I was leery about anything out of the ordinary that was served at the hostel or on the plane. You could also tell that someone had gone through everything that was sent. All that candy resulted in my first cavities, hopefully it put a few holes in the teeth of those Communist inspectors as they “tested” it for improprieties. Plus, everything I attempted to digest on the way back to The States was lost through motion sickness on the plane ride or during the miserable car ride from J.F.K. to Phoenixville. 

I slowly made my way through customs, after spotting my anxious parents from afar on the other side of the terminal. They had to patiently wait before our tearful reunion. They were with the familiar faces of Bela and Emmi, who had gotten them to the airport to meet me. It had been four long years since our farewell dinner in Budapest just prior to the escape. We had a lot to catch up on, as I continued to clutch my satchel of bread, salami, and cheese. Once I finally got over my sickness, they filled me with familiar Hungarian dishes.

Along these lines, I offer these tidbits about Hungarian food that I found on Wikipedia: “There is no doubt that pálinka is one of the beverages you will be first offered when arriving to Hungary. It’s like Windex to the Greeks in the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Spray it on to cure anything. Hungarian grandmothers swear by the power of pálinka. Have a headache? Pálinka. Feeling nervous? Pálinka. Feeling sleepy or uninspired? Pálinka. This beverage is a traditional fruit brandy with Hungarian origins made from fruits such as apricot, plum and apple. As the saying goes: “Pálinka in small amounts is a medicine, in large amounts a remedy.” 

“Paprika is Hungary’s most popular spice and a symbol of its cuisine. Hungarians consume more than 1.10 lbs. (500 g) of paprika each year and there are more than 40 varieties grown in Hungary.” 

“Among the different varieties of paprika, the spice is often divided into three categories—hot paprika, sweet paprika, and smoked paprika. Due to the favorable climate and geographical conditions, Hungarian paprika has a bright red color and a distinctive rich flavor that allowed Hungary to became one of the leading producers in the world. Kalocsa and Szeged in southern Hungary are the hearts of production.” 

Finally, according to several internet articles and cookbooks, these are apparently the most popular Hungarian dishes – worthy of any bribe. Makos Teszta was not one of the suggested favorites, but one of the most memorable for me.

Goulash (Gulyás) … 

Fisherman’s Soup (Halászlé) … 

Chicken Paprikash (Csirke Paprikás) … 

Meat Pancakes (Hortobagyi Palacsinta) … 

Stuffed Cabbage Leaves (Töltött Káposzta) … 

Meat Stew (Pörkölt) …

Sour Cherry Soup (Meggyleves)

Jókai Bean Soup (Jókai Bableves)

Deep-Fried Flat Bread (Lángos)

Pasta With Cottage Cheese (Túrós Csusza)

Hungarian Trifle (Somlói Galuska)

Pork Bone Soup (Orjaleves)

Pork Rice Pilaf (Bácskai Rizses Hús)

Dobosh Cake (Dobos Torta)

Ratatouille (Lechó)

Sour Cherry Strudel (Meggyes Rétes)

Sauerkraut Soup (Korhelyleves)

Hungarian Tripe Stew (Pacal Pörkölt)

Summer Squash Stew (Tökfozelék)

Chimney Cake (Kurtos Kalacs)

Spinach Stew (Spenótfozelék)

Ratatouille has become even more popular because of the Walt Disney animated movie and Disney World ride. It’s a colorful, vegetable stew, simmered in olive oil, garlic, and herbs. Most recipes call for eggplant, zucchini, bell peppers, and tomatoes, and, of course, Hungarian hot smoked sausage. I like to serve it over nokedli (Hungarian egg noodles). Originally it came from the Provence region of France, so the Disney characters are portrayed with a French accent. In Hungary it’s known as lecsó.

Traditional Hungarian dishes are primarily centered around meats, seasonal vegetables, fresh bread, dairy products, cheeses, and fruits. My grandmother was a very good cook who believed in buying fresh foods. We would go to the village market together and often come home carrying these Hungarian staples that she would transform into delicious meals. Even breakfast would typically consist of fresh bread, minced meat products like kolbász or szalámi, mixed with vegetables or jam.

Salad courses don’t exist in Hungary. Our meals were accompanied by a small plate of seasoned vegetables, usually shredded cabbage, cucumbers, beets, or tomatoes. Sometimes they were pickled (savanyúság). 

What dishes might you want to stay away from? Visitors consider these to be disgusting concoctions:

Pacalpörkölt – Tripe stew

Szalontüdő/Savanyú tüdő – Sour lungs

Hagymás vér – Blood with onions

Kocsonya – Aspic

Édes tészták – Sweet pastas 

When it’s cold outside and you need to “escape,” here’s my mom’s family recipe. She was a “pinch of that, touch of this, smidge of the other, and a smooch of love” kind of chef. My father, on the other hand, was very critical of mom’s cooking. He had a very evolved sense of smell, and tended to be very picky, especially when we would go to a restaurant. Although he rarely cooked himself, he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to teach his caregiver Inna how to cook things his way. A good example was that he thought there should be no vegetables added to Fish Soup. This is why we called him “The Master Chef.”

Manci’s Goulash Recipe 

2 lbs. Fresh Ham (or pork) cut in cubes

1 or 2 medium onions diced

2 to 4 medium peppers sliced

Cook onions and in oil while cutting meat

Place ham cubes in pot and cover with water

Add enough paprika until water is red

Cook for 20 minutes 

While cooking add:

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp salt

3 squeezes of Hungarian Goulash Paste

½ tsp Caraway Seeds 

2 tablespoons of Tomato Paste

Add the following vegetables: 

Carrots

Celery

Parsnips 

NO Parsley 

Cook until vegetables and meat are done

Add diced potatoes 

Add Chipetka (flour, egg, water, salt) 

Cook only ½ bag of small noodles and keep separate like Chicken Soup.

When sitting down at the table to eat, say your prayers and jó étvágyat.“Enjoy your meal!” Hungarians always politely say this to each other before they start devouring their meal. As far as something to wash it down, Hungarians belong to the group of consumers characterized by high alcoholic beverage consumption and is still one of the leading liver cirrhosis mortality countries in Europe and in the world. The drinking age is 18, so they get an earlier start than most Americans. The Hungarian word for “cheers” is a mouthful, “egészségedre,” but be careful how you use it. Toasting with a beer, for example, is frowned on since back in the 1848 revolution, the Austrians victoriously celebrated with a clink of the beer glass. Drinking and eating in Hungary is full of tradition, so know the rules and pace yourself. 

When is the best time to eat and drink in Hungary? There are four major holidays: Carnival Season lasts the month of February to mark the end of winter; Revolution Day is March 15 known as “Hungarian spring;” August 20 is St. Stephen’s Day in honor of Hungary’s first king; October 23 commemorates the people’s uprising against Soviet repression back in 1956. “Eat, Drink, and be Merry!”

I’ll bet you’re Hungry. Now, more about Hungary.

To Be Continued…..

Retirement is not without Hassles: So Not Busy #2490

It’s been six full weeks since I checked in for open heart surgery and just as long since I last ran. I did have a dream last night where I was running and suddenly stopped, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to do it. In reality, I haven’t really had the urge, although I am on occasion envious when I see someone doing it. Today, for the first time, I walked a full two miles without stopping for a break. My lower back did not ache as badly as it has on previous attempts, so hopefully my inner core is strengthening. However, I did walk up some stairs at the ballpark yesterday and found myself badly out of breath.

Three days from now, I go in for a procedure that will withdraw some of the fluids from around my lungs, by sticking a needle in my side. Being inside a hospital again will not be a pleasant experience. Nine days was more than enough – thank you. I still have a cough, probably the result of pneumonia that I incurred following two days of intensive surgery. Talking on the phone seems to incite it, otherwise all seems normal. The area around my scars is still sensitive to the touch, a burning sensation, so an occasional pain pill or muscle relaxant is necessary. Tylenol does not quite do the trick. My shoulders get sore and I tend to slouch.  A follow-up visit to the cardiologist is in four days and that should conclude all post-operative testing. 

I’ve gone out to dinner three times, played cards one night, made some grandfather errands, went to the movie theater, stopped by the card shop, completed my twice-daily walks, and went with some neighbors to yesterday’s Braves baseball opener against the Red Sox. Other than that, it’s been TV, writing, and a little bit of reading. In nineteen days, we leave on our month-long cross-Atlantic adventure. In the meantime, we signed up for Music Bingo and my wife has a number of neighborhood activities to attend. She’s teaching school today and Thursday. 

I cancelled my Regal Unlimited membership, Paramount Plus and Netflix subscriptions. I think we’re getting the most use out of Apple TV. We are currently watching the Mindhunter series on Netflix since the agreement doesn’t end for a few weeks. I still have Prime, Peacock, Hulu, and HBO to keep us entertained. I should cut back some more. Time to take the dog outside – try to keep busier than I am!

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Hungry in Hungary Part 6 #2489

Continued from Post #2487

Mom and dad moved to North Fort Myers in 2000 where they purchased a new house in a gated community (Herons Glen). They loved the Clubhouse, and my dad was especially fond of the heated pool. That dump truck must have seemed like a bad dream, considering all the luxuries they enjoyed in life. 

Mom had also purchased a house near Jill and I in New Jersey, a retirement community, where they would fly up for the summers, so we’d see them quite often. 

Dad was getting itchy to do business again, after 10-years of retirement and ended up buying 8 properties on intercoastal canals in Florida after the housing market collapse. He established a company and worked with a builder over the years to construct 3 homes that he sold for a profit. He also sold the rest of his property investments in later years. 

At some point dad convinced Emmi to move down to Florida. She settled about a half-hour north of us in Port Charlotte. They were both long time loyalists to the Smirnoff brand of vodka. Manci, Miki and Emmi visited each other during the course each week. They enjoyed each other’s company and had “kicsi (a little vodka), and bor (wine) here and there” when they got together to reminisce. 

Jill and I would also fly down to Florida and visit them as often as we could, Mom would always be extremely happy and in her element cooking up a storm of al the great Hungarian dishes for us. They liked to eat early, by 4pm, and if we were on the road and got back late she would be upset at us. 

I was honored to celebrate their lives with friends and family on April 14, 2018. My son Adam, at age 36, had prepared a video, pictures set to music, of their lives. It brought back many memories of my parents, their flight to freedom, and the opportunities that they gave me. These were my closing remarks:

“Mom and dad had a wonderful and full life always appreciating the freedom and opportunities this country offered. While not without hardship, they always managed to come out stronger and move forward. We miss them both very much. Special thanks go to two very special people, particularly during the last five years of dad’s life.” 

“Inna Piper was my dad’s caregiver ever since he moved back to the house in the fall of 2013. Inna provided excellent care for a ‘tough cookie,’ like my dad. She learned how to cook many Hungarian dishes from the “Master Chief,” and faithfully escorted him to the pool, doctor appointments, and, of course, to monthly visits with the German butcher. AND…” 

“To Jill, my wonderful wife, for all her help, support and patience throughout. Most importantly, for putting up with a ‘hot headed’ Hungarian husband, at times.” 

Rest in Peace, 

MOM 3/15/2013 – 87 Years old 

DAD 7/31/2017 – 89 Years old

To Be Continued

 

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