Fraternity-Testvériség, 1987 (65. évfolyam, 1-4. szám)
1987-07-01 / 3. szám
Page 18 TESTVÉRISÉG IN MEMORIAM (Continued from page 17) Papp, Elizabeth, Br. 2, Cleveland, OH Pasko, Julia, Br. 52, So.Norwalk, CT Piltman, Julia, Br. 5, Bethlehem, PA Rothitis, Anna, Br. 4, Cleveland, OH Toth, Alexander P., Br. 15, Pittsburgh, PA Toth, Stephen E., Br. 302, New Brunswick, NJ Tukacs, George, Br. 52, So.Norwalk, CT Turk, Helen, Br. 80, Perth Amboy, NJ Üveges, Steven, Br, 197, Springdale, PA Walker, Mary, Br. 300, Washington, D.C. Weber, Joseph, Br. 5, Bethlehem, PA AUGUST 1987 Dr. Bonis, Susanna, Br. 300, Washington, D.C. Farkas, Margaret, Br. 5, Bethlehem, PA Frankowszky, Magdalena, Br. 300, Washington, D.C Harruff, Edna Papp, Br. 69, Columbus, OH Jacinto, Anthony, Br. 80, Perth Amboy, NJ Komjati, Betty, Br. 112, Medina, OH Lawrence, Helen E., Br. 202, Duquesne, PA Orr, Mary, Br. 300, Washington, D.C. Palagyi, Mrs. Zigmund, Br. 168, Elyria, OH Sauer, Catherine, Br. 5, Bethlehem, PA Sipos, Mrs. Andrew, Br. 302, New Brunswick, NJ Soke, Joseph, Br. 5, Bethlehem, PA Szabó, Stephen, Br. 26, Donora, PA Vujkovic, Helen, Br. 259, Los Angeles, CA YOU WILL LEARN (Continued from page 10) We are always learning from the day we are born. Some people learn rapidly, some people slowly, some people never learn. Some people learn by reading, some people learn through practice, by using their senses—hearing, smelling; whatever or however we are always learning. We here have a Calvinist background, which by tradition is strict, yet has a democratic structure to deal fairly with problems. Our parents sent us to church to learn and to adapt to being Calvinist, and each and everyone of us are here because of them and because we care about and are interested in our churches. You all know what 1 mean by status symbol. For instance, there was a time it seemed necessary to have “Jor- dache” embroidered on the hip pocket of your jeans. When the Statue of Liberty was restored, it was a status symbol to say your parents or grandparents entered America through Ellis Island, whether it be Italian, German, Irish, or Hungarian. Hungarians have been coming to this country since the beginning. Having grown up in a steel town, I saw how the ethnic people learned. I would venture to make a comparison. It was like picking up a settlement of Amish farmers who could not speak English and settling it in the middle of the steel industry to produce steel. Oh yes, “They Lived an Impossible Dream” and those who saw “Man from LaMan- cha” know what I’m talking about. These same Hungarian Calvinists also knew where their children were. Even though they worked 12 hours a day, they took care of their homes, they raised large families, and they built churches. Their children were sent to church, and in the summer they attended Hungarian School. Today the American churches call it Bible School. Oh yes, they did learn. When the book “Roots” was published, searching for one’s family tree all of a sudden became very important to people who never cared about their ancestors. These same people went scurrying off to Europe in quest of where they came from. The meticulous records kept in the old churches by priests and ministers were kept intact for centuries, and became the best source of information. Another place that was checked were old cemetaries. I read in the newspaper about a woman working on her family tree who went to Greenville, PA, in search of an old cemetary. She discovered that the cemetary was moved and that the gravestones were used to pave a sidewalk. With pick and shovel she lifted those stones, looking for names of her ancestors. Whenever I see the word “Hungarian” in the newspaper, I read anything I come across. There is a column in the newspaper entitled, “It Happened in Pittsburgh 100 Years Ago.” The year was 1887. “More than 500 Hungarians returned to work in the Jim- town and Sterling Works of Col. Schoonmakers Coke Operations. They complained that they were deceived by union leaders who promised $4 a week to support them during a failed strike.” Yes, they did learn. Another recent article: “Farmers have Their Day in the Big Hungry City.” It’s about a Hungarian farmer that was “Born in the U.S.A.” It states, “Joe, his whole face done up in smiles extends a welcoming hand to passers-by.” He told the reporter, “I’m Hungarian, and I say, you never knew there were such nice people on this earth until you’ve talked to a Hungarian.” Oh yes, he did learn. If we take a good look at our heritage, we will try to preserve it, and the pendulum will swing or the clock will stop.
