Magyar News, 1993. szeptember-1994. augusztus (4. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1994-02-01 / 6. szám
LIFE PROVIDES A DREAM THAT WAS NEVER DREAMT There are many stories about the great American dream. People strive to accomplish something they have in their hearts. They might have a dream that could be seen with the eyes open, or it could yank you out of bed in the middle of the night and make you jump. They say that the elements of a dream are really from the life we know, but they are put together in a different order. Well if this is true then let us ask a question: “What could a teenage girl in a small Hungarian village dream about?” There are a lot of elements that this girl would know. They are from her environment, from and around the village, in this case Nyiribrony. This name doesn ’ t appear on every map because there are many names of other, bigger settlements that take up the space. Nyiribrony is a very small village in Szabolcs Megye. It is nestled among the rolling sand hills of north-west Hungary. It is hard to find anything else to do there but cultivate the land. The nearest railroad is about ten miles away, and the closest city of 50,000 people, twice as far. At the beginning of the century one had to walk the distance or if lucky, take a ride on a bumpy peasant wagon. The adobe houses might have had a crudely carved gate, inside the floor was clay and the decoration consisted of an old religious print and—depending on the women of the home—some hand embroidery. This is where Gusztáv Zámbori came from to take up residence somewhere in Ohio. Also from Nyiribrony, a little later came Zsuzsanna Veres. She came to Bridgeport. The next day, after her arrival, she set out to find a job. She noticed a church nearby, St. Augustine’s, went in and said her prayer. Then continued down the street and walked into a shirt factory. Not speaking a word of English she used sign language, taking a shirt and mimicking the motions of ironing. Later Zsuzsanna received some help from Hungarians who worked there. With this determination, learning fast, she easily advanced in the work place. Settled and secured, she started her own life. After receiving her first pay she wrote a letter to her hometown sweetheart in Ohio. I am sure it was very nice but the bottom line was an ultimatum to Gusztáv. She made it clear that he had to come to Bridgeport or she would pack up and return to Hungary. Gusztáv took the request as a command and immediately moved to Bridgeport. They married at the Hungarian Reformed and Evangelical Church, what is now the United Church of Christ on North Avenue, in 1908. A year later Irene was bom, and then they had two more children, Jean and Matilda. Irene married Fred “Beer Doctor” Warcup, an expert in brewery who helped local companies and businesses. He also had inventions in the trade, flew his own airplane and navigated his boat. Jean became the wife of Adam J. Murach. Matilda became Matilda June dela Pena. (Continued on page 2) Gusztáv Zámbori Zsuzsanna Veres Zámbori
