Today would have been my darling mother’s 93rd birthday.

She died 10 days ago on August 19, 2017.

She was a remarkable woman who lived through extraordinary times.

Her granddaughter, Annie, described her as “fearless, selfless and so joyful”. Those words capture my mother perfectly.

I’d like to share a bit of her story with you.


Eva at 18

My mother grew up in the fashionable Raday Utca district of Budapest. Her family’s apartment was two blocks from the Danube River. She is the eldest of three daughters and had an older half-brother. Her mother was a concert pianist and her father, a historian and headmaster of a Catholic boys school. He was known for his strictness but also his sense of humor, which included pranks.

Her reputation in the family was that of the goof off. She would much rather skip school and sneak off to the movies than study for her exams. She loved to swim and play basketball and hang out with her friends. Her two younger sisters were far more studious; one become a history professor and the other a medical doctor.

During her teenage years Budapest was bombed daily by the Allies. But she and her sisters, being young and lighthearted, first ran to apply make-up before fleeing to the bomb shelter in their basement or in the subways.  Who knew what fun could be had while hiding out?

The Knoll sisters were known throughout Budapest for their vivaciousness and beauty. Their fame spread to America; decades later, my sister and I met some of my mother’s peers who told stories of the Knoll sisters and their beaus.

In her 20s it was my mother who supported her family with her income as a typist. Her father had been fired by the Communists who moved in after the Nazi occupation and replaced him with one of their own. Her sisters were both at University. So she brought home the bread,and did so with good cheer, always concerned for her family’s welfare.

My mother met my father, an engineer in the waterworks of Budapest, because she was his best friend’s secretary. My parents married in 1954, I was born in 1955, and in November 1956 my parents walked out of their apartment with me, a small suitcase full of food and a few photos, and nothing else, to head into a new life. And my mother was pregnant with my little sister, Naomi.

The Hungarian revolution arrived that