Dr. Dám László (szerk.): Az Ilosvayak Nyíregyháza, 2004. (Jósa András Múzeum Kiadványai 56. Nyíregyháza, 2004)

Ifj. Ilosvay Gusztáv (Sydney): Egy kiállítás margójára

Gusztáv Ilosvay jnr.: By the way — side notes to an exhibition A couple of days ago Kati said to me I should write something about Apu. This family exhibition is coming up; there should be something there for his memory. And also for the world to see how this Dr. Gusztáv Ilosvay tried to live, do what he thought he had to do, stumbling along the way. And then he just left it, finding it too hard. That is all. No more! Dear visitor! You are wondering around in this exhibition, looking at old photographs, notes, authentic data and pondering over Hungarian history. These people are the past, history itself! The yesterday, the lived, recorded and then archived lives. The life itself, what every human being experiences and lives through. Some play it for a long time; some only has a short role on the stage of the history of mankind. There are some who leave deep impressions on this earth they walked on - looking from the human point of view. One such a man was my father. He only lived for 49 years, but tried to ram as much as it was possible into these years. During the day he was a doctor of medicine at Lipótmező, in the evenings a musician in the bar of the Pipacs or Old Firenze, in the early morning hours a composer in Pannónia Filmstúdió with Gyula Macskássy. They were working on some cartoon, composing music and sound in the only hours when he had some free time and the studio was quiet. Out of a 24 hour day he must have worked at least 20. Sometimes he used these early morning hours to go fishing to the Kvassay weir, throwing in the line he told me to haul in the fish if there was a catch, while he tried to get some shut-eye. The truth is, we, his children did not see very much of him, and when early morning fishing came up, ... well, one had to use this opportunity to be with him. He was pushing himself hard, as if he knew he did not have much time. 49 years! Dear Lord, what a short life! He left behind four children: Péter was 21, Kati 17, Öcsi (that is me) 15 and my little sister, Eszter 13. A life of a composer and musician cut short. By that time he had made a number of cartoons and the „Pencil and rubber" has received a trophy at the Festival of Cannes. He also created music and words for a few dozen ads. Left an un-finished career of a doctor. He also left a couple of thousand patients, whose names he knew all. His round was the Lipótmező and Hűvösvölgy, one of the largest and most populated districts of Budapest. Stomach cancer was what took him in the end. It also