Fraternity-Testvériség, 1988 (66. évfolyam, 1-4. szám)
1988-04-01 / 2. szám
Page 22 TESTVÉRISÉG Református Egyesület hajdani pénztárosának emlékére egy új díj alapítása és első ízben való kiadása vált lehetővé. Leánya dr. Komjáthy Aladárné, Molnár Ilona a felnőtt korban az akadémiai, egyetemi életbe visszatérők lélektani motiválásával foglalkozik jelen tanulmányai során és így született meg a Molnár József díj alapítványának gondolata. Az alapítvány jövedelméből, a magyarságtudományi kurzust végző olyan "mature student"-nek, azaz felnőtt diáknak, aki "érett korban" visszatért egyetemi tanúlmányai folytatásához, illetve megkezdéséhez. 1988. május 22- én tartott ünnepély keretében adta ki az első Molnár József dijat Austin Paul professzor, a McGill egyetem orosz tanszékvezetője Nyisztor Gyulánénak, a montreáli magyar református egyház presbiterének, aki az osztályban a legmagasabb tanulmányi eredményt érte el. Dr. Komjáthy Aladár WE JUST DON’T ARGUE ANYMORE by Victoria Komjáthy, Grade 10, Trafalgar School for Girls Willsboro, where my family kept our summer home, was the kind of place where nothing bad could ever happen. However, this summer something bad did happen. Willsboro lies between the lush, green Adirondack Mountains and glass-like Lake Champlain. Rustic dilapidated farms, stately colonial homes, and cramped summer cottages, which spot the shoreline of Lake Champlain, create a collage of diversity and style. The people of Willsboro are a mixture of farmers, blue-collar asphalt factory workers and affluent old families. Though there is a large variation in social class, there is a general unity. Everyone follows the local dress code of blue jeans and T-shirts, and everyone minds everybody else's business. Then each summer there are "the vacationers", who create a seasonal renaissance in the quiet town. Last summer seemed to be no different than any other summer. Boating, sailing, cliff jumping, bicycling, canoeing, swimming, water-skiing — you name it, we did it! We being the "gang": Craig, Amy, Mike, Darren, and I. We were vacationers. Craig, the Texan, was the leader of the pack. He challenged us in everything from swimming to cliff jumping. He was a boy, always rollickling, boisterous, and unbelievably athletic. Then there were Mike and Darren "the clowns." They were constantly cracking sarcastic jokes, always keeping us laughing when the going got rough. Amy and I were Craig's personal tormentors. We listened to him pontificate and took pleasure in mocking some of his conservative views. We did this purposely, for the sake of argument. That was "the gang." On our first afternoon together, we lounged on the beach, our usual hangout, listening to the radio. This summer there was a very peculiar song called "Luca." It was very popular and was played constantly everywhere we went. It came on the radio. Viki together with her father, the Rev. Dr. Aladar Komjáthy. "My name is Luca. I live on the second floor. Yes, I think I've seen you. ..." "Hey, what kind of a song is that?" asked Mike. "I don't know if you can call that a song. When I heard it, I thought my Walkman was talking back to me," Darren joked. "You shouldn't laugh at it. It's about child abuse. Besides, it's a cool tune," Craig interrupted. "Craig would like a song as stupid as that," I snickered. "Craig retorted, "Talk about musical taste, I'll bet Viki likes opera!" "How did you ever guess?" I replied just to be annoying. Amy and I started singing the song deliberately changing one of the verses. "My name is Luca. I live on the second floor. Yes I guess I've seen ya before." "It's not, 'Yes I guess I think,' it's 'yes I think.' That doesn't make sense," Craig said seriously. "Oh that's okay. The whole song doesn't make sense," I argued. Amy and I began to sing again, "My name is Luca. I live on the second floor. Yes I guess I think I've seen ya before."
