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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: New Years Eve Glam

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New Years Eve 1966


I love this picture of my mother -- taken on the front porch of the house we shared with my grandmother -- the gown, the gloves, the jewelery and the way my mother did her own hair (she hated going to beauty parlors, still does) my mom looked SO glamorous.  She and dad were headed out to the New Year's Eve Ball held at the Hungarian Club in Woodbridge, NJ to party with Gypsy Joe and his band.

She was so young, vibrant, beautiful.

Still, all these years later, I can't help but reflect on the pain she's endured (dad, too) yet, my mother has an incredible amount of strength and compassion -- honestly, the woman is filled with warm fuzzies -- and her amazing ability to inspire the same in others, while I sit here and worry about..um...everything?

Well...I'm getting older...but, my mother just keeps getting, you know, better.

Even time can't erase the glint from those beautiful chocolate brown eyes and, this New Year's Eve, I plan to raise my glass, kiss another year goodbye and be thankful that, you know, I have my mother's eyes.

Oh...and remember to call my mother, of course!


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Happy New Year, everyone!

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Happy Birthday, My Christmas Baby!

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Greeting cards have all been sent, The Christmas rush is through. But I still have one wish to make, A special one for Thing Two...

[clears throat]

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 Happy Birthday, Baby
Though 3 days after Christmas, it's still true
You're 13 now and in my dreams I always wished for a girl, like you.


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Growing up is NOT always joyful...especially, when something's bothering you
But every day's a holiday
When I can laugh with you



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The things you could be I wish you could see I wish it every day
You're smart and very strong
Darn good at singing songs
And pretty, too...YES!...way



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TRUST ME...I see it everyday
But my singing...uh...can sort of suck
'Nuf said...don't press your luck

[clears throat]


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Happy Birthday, my Christmas Baby
You're thirteen, I can't believe it's true
But, I've just one wish on this special day...


I wish I were more like you!

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Christmas in the 80's

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Christmas 1986
This is the time of year when I miss my Nagy Mama the most and there's really nothing more to say about about this week's Wordless Wednesday, except...yes, I am a graduate of the Pat Benatar school of hair, makeup and badly placed sequins...oh, and yeah...do not attempt to adjust your computer monitor...my twin brother IS wearing leather pants!!!

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Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Blogging Out Hunger: So, I Got Stop & Shop To Do Their Part, Now It's Your Turn!!!

CLOSING OUT AT: 209 COMMENTS = $209.00 RAISED AS OF 2/28/09!!!  THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING!!!

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Stop & Shop will donate $1 for each comment (up to $300) to the Community Food bank of New Jersey!!!

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Last week, over 100 of my blogging friends and I got together and blogged about the This Bank Can't Fail campaign (spearheaded by my blogging friend and fellow Jersey Girl Deborah Smith of JerseyBites.com) to Blogging Out Hunger on behalf of The Community Food Bank of New Jersey and families in need across the garden state.

Growing up ours was no stranger to hunger.

Okay, let's be honest, what's the diff -- what about the rest of the year -- what's so special about blogging and who listens to Mommybloggers, anyway?

[bites lower lip]

Well, I asked my friends at Stop & Shop if they would like to help sponsor This Full House with a call out for donations in support of Blogging Out Hunger and they seemed to feel that it's, you know, a pretty good idea.

Aaaand, here's the good part, there's a way you (yes, YOU!) oh, savvy Internets, can help.

How?

[grin]

Why, by doing what you do best...of course!!!

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A Christmas Present Only A Mother Could Love, Eventually!

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Asbury Park, NJ 1957


In 1911, Nagy Mama was born in Revfalu (pronounced:  Rave-fuh-loo) a very small village in Hungary and (as most children at that time) was primarily raised by her mother and maternal grandmother, who passed along the "twin gene" to my mother (my great-grandmother gave birth to 3 sets) and I also inherited a lot of traits from my maternal grandmother.  Though, she was much, much braver than me.


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Central Park, NY 1957
My mother (15) my aunt (5) and Nagy Mama.


Romantic, a bit stubborn and fiercely independent, even at a young age, Nagy Mama preferred riding horses and climbing trees with her four brothers, to having to clean and cook for them.  I don't blame her.  Nagy Mama escaped from Hungary in 1956 (she was the same age as I am, today) with two kids in tow, leaving an abusive husband for the promise of a better future for her children.


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Bushkill Falls, PA 1963
My father, mother and Nagy Mama, shortly after my parents engagement.


Unfortunately, she couldn't run away from all of her troubles and soon heart ache followed (as it usually does) as the American consulate told her husband exactly where she and her daughters were staying.  Eventually, Nagy Mama conceded and allowed her husband to move back in (it was the 50's) she tried to make the best of it and was happy that her oldest daughter was able to snag a husband who was, you know, not like hers.


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Easter 1994
Nagy Mama and Thing One share a warm and fuzzy moment.

Though, my twin brother and I didn't have the most idyllic childhood (Nagy Mama's husband made sure of that) we both saw less and less of the "the a-hole" and, after having to bear witness to yet another awful family ordeal (trust me, this one took the cake) my parents and I finally cut all ties with him, for good.  Then, I met my husband, Garth (not his real name) and 2 months later we were engaged (I know, weird) and Nagy Mama cried, "You made a much better choice, than I did!

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Circa 1996 (after Thing Two was born, I was never very good at keeping up with the baby books)  Thing One and Thing Two enjoy another cuddly moment with Nagy Mama.

Nagy Mama loved her great-grandchildren and often times would hold them for hours, even though I insisted that her arms would ache and she'd regret it, later, I'm glad that she didn't.

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Me, Nagy Mama and The Boy - Into the 21st Century, we go!

I was 4 months pregnant with The Boy, when Nagy Mama had her first heart attack and, after finding her a lawyer, helping her file for a divorce (yeah, she was in her mid-8o's) and then selling her house, she moved into my parents' house and (though, her health steadily became worse) she often times would insist that, for the first time in her life, she was happy.

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June 2001 - I introduce Nagy Mama to Mini-me

Oh, I can just hear her now -- cursing me all the way from heaven, in Hungarian -- poor Mamama (as my children having loving come to remember her) she suffered a stroke, right before Mini-me was born, and hated having her picture taken.

Still, it's the only way Mini-me remembers her and I, you know, will always see her as the strong-willed farm girl who was born way before her time.

No, she wasn't the best mother in the world (it's okay, my mother knows) but, through her imperfections, I'm learning to forgive her, my mother and myself, a little more, every day.

The best Christmas present, ever.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: But, You Can Call Me Teenage Mutant Ninja Mommy

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(Pre-op) Yes, she is nearly thirteen.
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(Post-op) Aaand, yes, she still calls me "Mommy."

Thank you for all of your thoughts, prayers, Tweets and emails.  They worked!  Thing Two is doing fine and is expected to make a full recovery in about 4 weeks -- she still plans on having about a bazillion friends sleepover for her birthday on the 28th -- I think I'm going to go lie down, now!!!

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Blogging Out Hunger: Campaign Launch - We Can't Let This Bank Fail!

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It was 1946 and Hungary, as nearly all of Europe, was devastated by World War II, including the small hamlet where my mother attended kindergarten.  My mother's earliest childhood memories -- one of a very few that she will even speak of, I mean -- is the day the Americans shipped a case of peanut butter to her school. 

Each child was asked to line up and receive his, or her ration of peanut butter and then it was my mother's turn.

"Eva, where is your bread?"

My mother shyly whispered into her ear that she didn't have any -- the bakery ran out of their allotment of bread, earlier that morning.

"Well, what am I supposed to spread the peanut butter on, the palm of your hand?"

Growing up, we were used to hearing such stories at the dinner table  -- how, even in a big city like Budapest, my father was forced to steal to feed his younger siblings -- I don't think that my twin brother and I ever really understood how difficult it was for my parents.

Until, I got older and started raising a family of my own.

Today, I'm not ashamed to admit that we lived a frugal life and that my parents chose to accept the charity of strangers, to ensure that their children would never know that kind of hunger.

Today marks the official launch of This Bank Can't Fail campaign and I'm very proud to be joining forces with my blogging friend and fellow Jersey Girl Deborah Smith of JerseyBites.com, who has taken on the huge task of coordinating the Blogging Out Hunger on behalf of The Community Food Bank of New Jersey.

Why?

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