Fénykép készítésének helye:BalassagyarmatOrszág neve a fénykép készültekor:Austria-Hungary, pre 1918Ország neve ma::Hungary
This is my mother Jozefin Schultz. The picture was taken in Balassagyarmat in the 1910s, I believe. My mom was called Jozefin Oblath. She was born in 1887 in Ovar. I don't know what sort of school she finished. She was a housewife. I heard, that she was very good at sewing, and she used to sew bodices and shirts for peasant women, but she didn't work. I have no idea how she meet my dad. I don't even know where they got married either.. I suppose, they must have married in 1910 or 1911, since I was born in 1912 My mom was pretty, very pretty, and her twin sister was also very pretty. And very kind, too. She had a bun. She had nice, brown hair, and she wasn't too tall. At home, she never had her hair tied up. Only, when she worked on something like cleaning, or something like that, but not for religious reasons. She wore a long skirt, I know that, and she wore apron on top of it. I don't remember her face so much anymore. It was such a long time ago. Mom kept a kosher household. We didn't go to the synagogue every Friday, only on holidays. I don't remember all these thing. But one thing is sure, that she didn't attend mikveh, and she didn't wear a wig. And I also know, that Etel and I spent the seder at her twin sister, who also lived in Balassagyarmat. Only we children went there. Mom and dad didn't come. I remember that Mom used to make kneydl for Chanukkah, but there was no celebration. I don't remember if we lit candles, Our brother was a five-month old breast-fed baby when our mother committed suicide. I know that she didn't get along with my father. She was unsatisfied with her life, and with my Dad not being religious. I witnessed once, that on a Friday evening the candles were lit and Dad lit a cigarette, and mom got angry with him. And Dad suddenly threw the candle holder onto the floor in his anger. But she died in 1920. I was only eight at the time, and then we never asked about it. Later, when I had grown up, I was more curious, but then there was no longer anybody to ask what had happened.