This is the son of my paternal grandfather’s brother Jozsef.
Jozsi, one of the brothers of my grandfather Armin, remained there to run the farm. Uncle Jozsi had two sons: Laci was a farmer on the Kinszki-land, Pal rented a count's land at Hevmagyar (county Hont), which is a small village. There was a manor house, a really nice manor house, complete with chapel and everything, but it was closed, so they lived in the bailiff's house: a fancy country-house with very modern furnishings. I'd never before seen an electric refrigerator and electric fire. They had a distillery, a threshing-machine and a steam-plough. He was a good landlord, and everybody loved him, because he cared about the schools. He had a son, Jancsi. I had a crush on him as a little girl, and in my dreams I was his wife. I had a little horse, Juci, which they raised. Jancsi was going to come to Hungary to study and he was to stay with us. My brother, who was a high-school boy at that time, was to help him. They were all taken to Auschwitz from Slovakia.