Good Morning Family.
How wonderful it is to say that. So many people in the world do not have one... family that is. The best gift from God that is possible!
It is such a pleasure to see our big group laughing and talking, eating and sometimes crying together.
Now they want me to tell you about it, well here goes...
Once upon a time, way back in Hungary, Europe...
My name is Judyth. They called me Jutka in the beginning... it is for a small blonde girl, curly hair
and blue eyes, quiet, and somewhat timid...
I loved stories, still do. I still read a lot... the first story I remember was from Aunt Gizi. We did not
see her often - she lived in the countryside in the Sopron area of Hungary. When she came to see us
there were wonderful stories about fairies, under the sea... can you imagine? I never left her side.
They lived in castles and swam around with fishes!
What I remember, however, was that she would fall asleep during this time, and her false teeth
would start to click together... and they made this chattering noise... I was fascinated with this. Of course you could not talk to her about this... I am thinking this would have been about 1942.
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