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Comments..... I grew up in Toronto always hearing
stories of the village in Hungary where my dad and grandmother had been
born. To them, it was a
magical place – the place they called home.
My grandmother especially used to tell of the people who lived
there (most of whom were relatives in one way or another!), the
festivals, and the way of life. The
best part for me were the delicious dishes she used to cook and which
could not be duplicated by anyone.
I only wish that I had paid more attention when she was trying to
teach me how to make strudel!
But what was this village they
called home. In German, it
was known as Katschmar; in Hungarian, Kátymár.
Like hundreds of other villages in the area of Hungary known as
the Batschka, there were about 4,000 people living there at the height
of its population; made up of an ethnic blend of Germans, Croatians and
Hungarians. My family dates
back to around 1800 in this village, and many other German families also
had ties that dated back that far.
Many left to emigrate to Canada and
the U.S. in the late 1800s and early 1900s, while others did not
emigrate until after WWII when all ethnic Germans were required to be
“resettled” in Germany. This meant my grandmother who was alone with
my dad had to take whatever they could carry and climb aboard a freight
car to travel to a place which they had never seen, and to try to make a
new life there. Thousands
of others made the same journey.
This past summer I was fortunate
enough to visit Katymar and to visit with my grandmother’s brother who
still lives there. Anybody
else seeing the village would say that it’s like many others, but to
me, it is a very special place. I was finally able to bring to life the
places that were always told to me in stories.
This website is dedicated to my
children in the hopes that they will, one day, come to know the village
of their ancestors, and understand how important it is that we do not
forget these special people. Hopefully, we will find other Katymar
relatives who can share their stories. If anyone has anything they would
like to share, I’d love to hear from you.
Eileen
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