One beautiful summer afternoon, my cousin Liz, her husband Bernie, and their two children, Attila and Kris, came down to Philadelphia so we could visit the zoo. This was a momentous occasion since I had never been to the zoo with my family; Anyu never allowed me to go the zoo or circus because she […]
Anyu and I were talking one day after finding out that a friend from church lost her daughter in a tragic train accident. My mother was discussing some of the funeral details, and then she looked right at me and said, “You know, it would be just terrible to lose a daughter like dat. But […]
I can’t seem to make a poll using Blogger, so here goes: If American Goulash was a cartoon show, what would my name be? A.) Paprika Magyar (because I am a redhead) B.) Margitka “Maggie” Magyar C.) Pepper Paprikas D.) Paprika Erdely E.) Something else? (please comment with ideas)
Although one in five people in the U.S. speak a second language at home, my family seems to think we’re the only people on the planet that are multi-lingual, so they call Hungarian “The Secret Language”. Although my mother and I usually have conversations in English, she starts speaking in Hungarian when she wants to […]
My family is very nice, caring, and funny, but for some reason, they have no social graces whatsoever, especially when it comes to making introductions. This makes meeting new acquaintances very awkward because I always find myself giving people a “Disclaimer” every time I plan to introduce them to a family member. My family means […]
