Photo taken in:NagykőrösYear when photo was taken:1929Country name at time of photo:Hungary (1920-1945)Country name today:Hungary
This is the Nagykorosi house. In the middle of the picture is my maternal aunt, Aunt Lili, with me in her arms. It was taken around 1929; I was born in 1928, I could be one or one and a half in this picture. To the left of Lili is probably some relative, Ilus Alexander maybe, I?m not sure. The men are the Rosenfeld brothers wholesale company employees. One of them might be uncle Balla, but I?m not sure. He was a sort of administrator. The closest window was my childhood room, this one with all the windows was the salon. The house in Nagykoros was a miracle of my childhood. It was pretty large, separated into two parts, the front part for my parents, and the rear part for uncle Pali and Grandma. In our part, there was a bedroom, a kid's room, a kind of salon and a big dining room, which we never used because it was very dark. Downstairs were the utility rooms: a big pantry, a big kitchen and a kind of maid's room. There were steps on the side of the house that led up to the bathroom. For that time, the furniture was modern, the windows were very pretty, with wild grape vines or proper grape vines covering the house. I remember you could open one of the windows and eat the grapes. There was a little flower garden with a tiny little pond, and fish in it. Great big trees, with turtle doves in them, and there were acacias, which we would breakfast underneath. The courtyard was paved all around, so you could ride a bicycle around the house. That was one of my favorite pastimes. There was a kind of warehouse, where the fruit-packing women worked, plus a big cellar where the barrels were kept. Life was pretty lively there. The house was in the center of Nagykoros, in a really good location, a very nice area. We lived there all the way up to 1941, when the business went completely bust due to a competing business. Then we moved to Budapest. The Jews in the city lived all over. We didn't have too many connections with them, and I don?t remember that they were particularly so religious. The Jewish school was next to the temple. I don?t remember any other institution. I remember the teacher, but not the rabbi. And we had more connections with the worldly, intellectual Jews, because one of my uncles, Imre Rosenfeld, was a doctor. He was a doctor for the peasants. He was the kind of man who would go on a motorcycle to different farms, and if the peasants didn't have money, he would buy them medicine. There was my uncle Gyula Rosenfeld, my favorite cousin Klarika, who was two years older than me. And her father, he was a lawyer. Pali Rosenfeld took a Christian woman, Margit for a wife in 1943, or 1944. They?d been lovers for a couple years. I remember there was a glazier, glass seller, or porcelain storeowner; they were the Hoffers. There was a spice merchant, Mr. Fenyves, whose daughter Zsuzsa Fenyves was my girlfriend. There was Mr. Lazar, a feather merchant. Summers were warm and happy. We were at the spa from morning to night, or at the rock garden. There was a very pretty forested park that we went out to, where the older and more clever kids played tennis. We just watched them. In the afternoons, we gathered together in the Lazar's big warehouse and played Twenty Questions. We went to the cinema. Sometimes we biked to Kecskemet, sometimes Cegled. Life was happy.