My father at a Seder.
We were raised in a Neolog, and not expressly religious family. We always had a Christmas tree with candles, it once took fire. There was a big scandal, my father threw a carpet, or something else on it I think. I don't remember whether we gave gifts to each other, perhaps we gave some, our maids were Christian girls.
My father, during work. I think my brother took the picture, who got a camera for his bar mitzvah, among other things, and from then on he took a lot of pictures.
My father was born in Bekes in 1890. He was a wonderful man. He spoke German and French, and was a member of the generation, which lived at the beginning of the 20th century: incredibly erudite people, who spoke many languages and had been around a lot, and who were also excellent in their profession.
My class picture from the first grade of high school.
This is my class picture from the first grade of elementary school.
My brother and I completed the four classes of elementary school on Szent Istvan Square. I hated the teacher very much, she even beat us. She became angry with one of the girls, and she hit her so hard that her nose started bleeding. We also went to Jewish religion classes, everyone had religion class. After elementary school both of us went to high school.
With my brother in the garden of the house of my father's sister.
This picture was also taken in Zugliget, in the house of my father's sister.
This picture was also taken on a holiday in Romhany when I was 'feeding' the geese.
My brother and I in the garden of the house of my father's sister in Zugliget.
This picture was also taken on a holiday in Romhany, when we were playing with the children from the village.