Saturday, October 8, 2011


I have been divorced from my Hungarian husband for over 40 years. I was 19 when I met him and he was 32. It was October 1954 and on December 31st the same year, as the church bells were ringing in the year 1955 he asked me to marry him and come to Canada with him. I am in Canada. It is October, the sky is blue and the maple trees are dressed in yellow, orange, red and green. Why am I listening to Hungarian Tzigane music? The violins are moaning and sobing and so am I. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Just because I have not posted anything lately does not mean that I am not always and too much in the past. It must come with age. Today I shall talk about yesterday.

I was slowly driving along a country road, admiring nature's beauty. The fall colors were breathtaking - maple trees dressed in yellow, green, red and orange. All of a sudden something moved on the right hand side at the front of my car. Fortunately we know to drive slow at this time of the year. As I put the brakes on a deer jumped out from the brush and crossed to the other side of the road. All I could see in front of me was his head and top of his back going by. I was so close that his legs were hidden by the hood of the car. The expected thump of body and car colliding did not happen. Next time I drive on this road I will go slow again.