Last summer I wrote a post called “My Mom’s Story – A First Draft” , a free-writing exercise that hints at her childhood in Communist-oppressed Hungary. As a post script, I mentioned two of my personal heroes: my grandparents. One I never knew; the other I loved dearly.
Thanks to my cousin Karl who posted a scanned photo on FB, I can now proudly show the world these heroes. My grandfather was likely in his early 30’s in the photo; my grandmother probably in her 40’s or 50’s.
I’m prompted once again to make time to sit and write more of their story. A daunting task, at best.
(I need to buy time, since I keep running low on it! Any ideas?)