Young Laszlo with Mother

My house in Hungary

Sister Klara and Laszlo

Young Laszlo at age 15

My house in America

My school in Hungary

Members of the Hungarian National Bicycle racing team

Back row: (L-R) Sisters Maria and Klara

Front row: (L-R) Laszlo, Mother and Father

My class room in Hungary

Mother and Father

Sister Maria’s wedding

Sister Maria and the Hungarian National volley ball team

Sister Maria with daughter and husband

It was a refugee flight from Munich Germany. As the plane approached the airport in New Jersey, I looked out the window and noticed an unbelievable amount of cars as far as the eye can see. After the plane landed we were placed onto a large spacious bus and as we moved along the highway there were yet more cars. I remarked to a fellow refugee that Americans are very smart because they have the ability to keep a large number of cars moving at high speed -although I was convinced that this parade of cars all started from the airport and was meant to impress us. But after a while it became clear that this was not the case. Cars were funneling into a common roadway at same high rate of speed.

December 6 was nearing Christmas time. Since the communist in Hungary did not allow Christmas celebration, I had never seen houses decorated for this occasion. I had to pinch myself to make sure this was not a dream. The sight and feeling was like that of being in fairy land. It was absolutely unbelievable

Chrismas tree in Hungary (in secret)

Christmas tree in America (public display)

Ansens’s column

I have 2 Sons

Leslie’s column