Monday, January 31, 2011

Nagyi's version




Agnes Eva Szilagyi, to you might look little and frail but boy! this woman is the definition of courage, strength and a mother to my uncle George and my mom, Eva Julianna Mares (Szilagyi). She is my granny (Nagyi), she is my second mother, she is my role model and a lady with infinite wisdom. So, you might be wondering how this grandmother of 4 and mother of 2, and wife of one extremely abusive man (my grandfather) is any different from all other grandmothers? To you, she's probably not. However, to me she means the world!

Since I was born, Romania was in turmoil as the country was under a communist dictatorship. Basic needs such as electricity, food and water were not available however, women were encouraged to reproduce with zero family planning methods being available (including basic needs for feeding these children). This is a typical communist government scenario however, it is also an era when I was born. No longer kindergartens and schools were a positive place for children to attend so my parents decide to have Nagyi look after me while everyone else were off at work. Here I picked up my mother tongue as being Hungarian. Romanian was not my granny's strong point so this is where I went stray from my native land. Born Romanian, with a mother tongue in Hungarian from birth. Everyone around me spoke Romanian, however I grew to understand it but unable to reply as well.


Because of the scarce resources, a devoted young couple (these being my parents who at this time had 2 very young children) decided to hit the road when things were not getting any better in the country. Refugees in Hungary, mom and dad left everything behind in search for a better world. However, not knowing at this time how long our leader will be ruling. Exactly a year after we left Romania, Ceausescu was shot and voila the Romanian boarders reopened and refugees were allowed to come home again without the possibilities of getting arrested and thrown in jail (which would have been our fate at the time of escape).

The boys continued the search for a better place even farther, in the USA. While they were playing 'Columbus', mom and I were holding down the fort in Hungary. The only time we ever went back to Romania was to meet and greet our relatives, and Nagyi. She stayed behind as a dedicated retired senior in her native land. Later she also became my second mother and my second home. Not sure if I was a difficult child to raise by a single parent but mommzy decided to let me stay in Romania each summer while growing up. Since I know myself, as a Hungarian speaking child, I enjoyed brushing up on my broken Romanian each summer for 2-3 months. Once it was back to school, and back to forgetting the language. Nagyi wasn't the best teacher for both languages but she was definitely the best in everything else.

A friend of mine had the chance to meet Nagyi personally and stay with us. My friend's experience living there for a few weeks was: "I feel like I'm living in an attic of a restaurant. This lady is the best cook, ever!" And she is very correct. A one bedroom apartment with a kitchen separated from the living room only by a curtain may as well be defined as an attic (but cleaner and tidier of course). Her cooking is fanominal, and my mom definitely has those same genes which I unfortunately did not receive. (but you might think, so what, I think my mother is the best cook, and again you are probably correct as we all appreciate home cooking over others). Keep reading :-)

Nagyi was a wonderful cook but she was a wonderful human being who has everything to do with my accomplishments till this day. A little bit about Nagyi: youngest child of 4, married at the latest possible time (in those days) at the age of 25 to a man who has become her worst night mare (which happened most times if not in those days). My grandfather wasn't a good man, not even a decent man. I'm sure he suffered his own childhood traumas, but he for sure tried to tame a woman such as Nagyi. The only issue, this woman was untameable and would soon find out that she would do everything for her 2 children. After 15 years of abuse, my grandmother left the man who she stayed loyal to (even till this day).

This is where it all began. Stories. Nagyi had a bag full of crafts and activities to keep me entertained for 3 months at a time, which is why I wanted to stay with her each summer. Hanging out with my friends would also be on the top of the list for activities to do, but hanging out with granny was the best. Shopping, cooking, sewing, just about anything else you can think of would keep me entertained for hours. We would be sitting in her living room, Nagyi in her chair and me on the couch. TV turned on, and we would both be doing something crafty. These craft sessions also became story sessions. (Such a routine, that even when I went back 2004, 2006, 2009, I would be sprawled out on her living room couch, asking her to tell me stories, with or without crafts in hand).

So there we are, a woman with experience, and a little girl learning to sew. She told me about stories when she was my age, at each of my own milestone. I only realized this now, that I have a complete picture of granny's life. And still there is so much more to hear.

I'm hoping that by dedicating this page to Nagyi, I can go on and explore, reveal those stories which have brought me so much joy. Nagyi told me those stories in order to protect me by not making those same mistakes she did at her age. I'm sure that there are other amazing parents and grandparents out there who do the same: sharing their wisdom. Nagyi learned hers via watching her parents, sisters, but also her own experience and her strength to live and tell her tale. She was alone when my parents moved countries 2-3 times yet she still stayed strong. Not many women can be alone and be as wise, as knowledgeable, as balanced as Nagyi. She's from a very different generation then myself, yet even today not many woman can live life happily under the circumstances she has been dealt.

Nagyi has made the most of every situation she was in. She knows more then any other pharmacist or medical professional because she absorbs information, does her research, and never stops learning. She is a woman I admire and that is why I think she is the best there is.

Thank you for being an inspiration and hope to amaze you one day :-)

xo

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Uganda Project 2011

Just the other day I had the opportunity to catch up via phone with a nursing friend from undergrad. Near or far we have managed to keep in contact and stay good friends because of one very special vision which we share: to help those less fortunate.

During our chat she explained that the 25 children she has been supporting since 2009 are still under her care and she is planning to visit them early April. "Would you like to come?" she asks. I don't even think she had the opportunity to ask because I jumped in and told her that I want to be part of her grass-roots organization in any way possible.

Jenny's story:

Just as I was working away in public health, my friend Jenny was packing her bag and going to Rwanda and Uganda to work in orphanages. She planned to go for 6 months but her trip ended just after 5 months of being there. I think the hardship and what she has seen (as she told me) has finally took effect on her and she thought it was time to come home. But when we met post-travels she was eager to tell me what she has done.

25 children in an orphanage now was under her funding and care. "Jenny, how is this possible?" I asked confused. She tells me that the man who was watching over the children lived in a lavish home with TV and cabel and food for an entire community. However, the children who were supposed to be getting all that funding were eating maybe once a day, if that! So Jenny thought it would make more sense for her to come home ....work....and send the money for the kids to attend school, eat, and receive any of the health checks they need.

My skeptical self right away doubted that Jenny's good deed is arriving to these children however, now a year has gone and she was telling me that it is time to visit her children and get registered as one of the grass roots organizations. Her funding has been managed by trusted locals there and she now is ready to get the ball rolling.

So just on the phone I said: "Jenny, I want to come with you!"

And there you have it. My masters has prepared me for developing, implementing and evaluating grass-roots organizations just like the one my kind Jenny is trying to develop. We are going to get as much paper work done before April as possible and if everything work out for us we should be in Uganda by April 2011.

I am going to leave this as the introduction to the Uganda project and with time I hope to have a more detailed description for you available .... with 25 hopeful little stories !

Much love to all those who have support me in my blog so far!

xo
Renata :-)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

R.I.P SunnyOctober - December 13st, 2010

In Loving Memory of
Tara Lise Kennedy
October 21, 1983 - December 31, 2010



Though her smile is gone forever
And her hand we cannot touch,
Still we have to many memories,
Of the Tara we loved so much.

Her memory is our keepsake,
With which we'll never part;
God has her in His keeping,
We have her in our heart.

-from the visitation pamphlet


God Bless the World

Mighty God, Father of all,
Compassionate God, Mother of all,
less every person I have met,
Every face I have seen,
Every voice I have heard,
Especially those most dear;

Bless every city, town, and street that I have known,
Bless every sight I have seen,
Every object I have touched.

In some mysterious way these have all fashioned my life.
All that I am, I have received.

Great God, bless the world.

-John J. Morris SJ






The Story of Tara and I

Thanks to the Guelph Recreation and Parks, both Tara and I were happy little lifeguards working for the city as teenagers. I met Tara through some of my friends and we hit it off just fine. We attended many fun gatherings, parties, and festivities. Tara was literally the sunshine everywhere we went.

It still makes me smile to think back to all the funny things we got up to both at the pool and on our spare time. I remember Tara being the planner and always places to be and peoples to see. I was quite sad to see her move away from Guelph when she started university. I thought I would never see her again.

Then a year went by and I too was moving away from Guelph and started university at Western. As the school was a privately owned property, the city snow plows would not even step 2 inches near the campus walking paths. This created awful walking conditions for over 50 000 student bodies. Try walking in 5 meters of snow each and every day. DREADFUL! Until one day I hear: RENATA! I look out from my parka, just for a peak and sure enough it was SunnyOctober herself standing in front of me, smiles ear to ear!

From that day on, I was happy to be walking through campus because I knew somewhere in the crowds Tara was waiting for me as I was scrambling to my next class and ready to pounce on just for a HELLO! We always made sure to catch up as we walk by each other, and in London too we made it our mission to repeat some of our fun festivities similar to our Guelph-outings.

Once our paths separated yet again I truly didn't think I would see Tara, but I had this feeling that somewhere, anywhere on this earth, she would jump out and give me one big hug like before. Well, I was right about meeting her but very saddened to meet her in these circumstances. Her mothers standing tall and strong in the visitation hall, and saying thank yous and goodbyes from all of those who Tara has touched so deep. I too was standing in that line. And I don't know if I should feel bad about not looking sad that day....but I smiled in the line the whole way through. Myself and 2 friends were talking about all the fun things we used to do together with Tara and while waiting in that line we also took a long trip down memory lane.

Until we left the hall. My friend Jess invited us over for tea. We kept talking about the good old times and then she said this to me: "So when do you think this will become true? When we will it become real? That's she's gone?"

...and that's when it hit me. I drove home, and cried. Gosh Tara, you always surprised me but I never imagined this would come next.

I think I'm ready now to say goodbye. Thank you for being the sunshine amongst my memories. Even at such difficult times, thinking of you still puts a smile on my face. It's been a pleasure to have met you and thank you for being part of my memories. I will never forget you.


My dear SunnyOctober,

You rest in peace up above and bless the heavens with your presence the same way you have made the earth oh so beautiful while you were with us.

We will never forget you.




















































Love,

Jessica, Melissa, Tiffany, Karissa, Sarah, Renata :-)