William Penn Life, 2010 (45. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
2010-01-01 / 1. szám
We will always have the memories Throughout my rather short life, I have gone through a variety of interests and experiences. Most of those encounters have come and gone without much fanfare. They have been just part of the life cycle. I cannot forget my first bike and the freedom it brought...or about the pain involved with going to the doctor for stitches or a broken limb. I have learned from the mistakes and accidents. As I aged, the living and learning became more complicated. With high school graduation I felt so invincible and strong. I had the answers to everything. I was on top of the world. Just a few months later, the glamour of being the top dog of my secondary school was gone. I was now a freshman at Cleveland State, and I was a nobody again. But I assumed the responsibilities of adulthood. I wanted a sporty car. I bought a Ford Mustang. Now I have car payments, insurance, oil changes and gas to buy. I was thinking of how much easier it was when I had an old car. My parents paid the insurance and they kept up the auto’s maintenance. High school was close by; my drive to CSU is a 70 mile round trip. Studying was a breeze at West Geauga. I made it into the National Honor Society as a junior. College is so anonymous and cold. The courses are hard and grueling. You are on your own. If you don’t study, that’s your problem. I recently finished Let's hear your take Through this column, you are getting to know me a little better. I have many things to discuss. Some subjects will be whimsical, others will be a little more serious. Let me know how you enjoy my thoughts and views on growing up Hungarian Style. If you have any questions or comments about me or my column, please email me at: SilverKingl937@yahoo.com, or drop me a letter in care of the William Penn Association, 709 Brighton Road, Pittsburgh, PA 15233.- Tibor semester finals. I now know the true meaning of the infamous, all nighters. When we go from one era of our life to another, we seldom recognize the end of that juncture in time. One late night towards the end November, I couldn’t sleep (mostly due to the fact that earlier in the evening our family had the last szallona sütés roast/fire of the year and I had some latent acid indigestion). While my family slept, my mind began to wander, and I started to think of how just a few years earlier things were a lot more carefree and fun. I recalled spending countless hours in the loft of the barn running model trains. I thought of my nagymama holding my hand as we danced a czardas at the Northeast Ohio Hungarian Cultural Center, then taking me to play on the cool gym and swing set under the trees. Those days will never return, but the memories remain. I remembered my grandma’s funeral and how sad we all were. My dad cried, my Aunt Jenny just held me and sobbed. I thought nagymama was sleeping. I saw one of my grandfather’s friends that I met countless times at picnics and dances. He played some sad sounding songs with his violin. It seemed as if he was playing just for my grandmother as she lay sleeping in that big fancy box. (Several years later, I learned that the man with the violin was the famous Frank Borisz, and that he played several special songs only heard at Magyar funerals) As the long, quiet and sleepless night ticked away, I looked at my nightstand and saw a paper folded in half. As I opened it, I began to read it silently to myself. It was the invitation to the annual William Penn Christmas party. I saw that it was addressed to my sister Elizabeth. The party took place on December 5th at Mindszenty Hall at Our Lady of Hungary Church. I began to think of parties past and the fun and 8 William Penn Life, January 2010
