Margit was my cousin. I visited her and Laszlo, her dear husband, when I lived in Montana. I also visited her later, after I moved to New Jersey. She was a wonderful person. I regret that we did not have the opportunity to spend more time together. She had a rather tumultuous life in Hungary due to the impact of the second world war but she managed to grow up into a well-educated, intelligens woman in a loving family. Leaving Hungary in the midst of the revolution, eventually settling in Calgary with Laszlo, helped he find peace and personal happiness. But she never forgot her roots. She could recite poems of famous Hungarian poets, talk about well known Hungarian greats: statesmen, writers, scientists, warriors, artists, etc. I was amazed at the depth of her knowledge. I will never forget her and will miss her all my life.
