What makes you feel nostalgic?
I feel nostalgic when think of the days I used to spend with my Nagymama. Spending time in her flower garden and her talking about her youth in Budapest. I would give anything to be at her kitchen table drinking coffee with her.
The local newspaper did a story of her life, for being the oldest in town and it was videotaped. Every so often I put the tapes in and listen to her voice and cry. I miss her so much. At 102 years old you have a lot of wisdom.
I remember her never being sad, she always had a smile on her face. Yet she went through some tough times. Escaping the Holocaust, what she had to do to adapt to life in America, living through the great depression with 6 children to feed. She was a registered nurse and worked in a coal camp hospital as my grandfather worked as a coal miner.
I miss the stories of her life, I miss her Hungarian cooking. There’s nothing like a grandma’s food. I try and make some of her recipes, but they never taste the same.
From Pity to Praise 