Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: Saratoga Springs NY
Ferrari Life Posts: 1,004
Friday was the anniversary of the birth of my beloved Judith's mother, Charlotta Chudy. She was born on 10 April 1917 in a small city called Uzhgorod in the Kingdom of Hungary and what was then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The Great War was still raging. Four weeks earlier Czar Nicholas II of Russia had abdicated and four weeks later Imperial Germany arranged for Vladimir Lenin and several other Russian revolutionaries to travel in a sealed train from Bern, Switzerland across Germany to a Baltic port, thence to Russia via Sweden to foment the beginning of the Russian Revolution. People in Uzhgorod spoke multiple languages, the principal ones being Hungarian and Slovak since only the Uzh River separates the city from what is now Slovakia. The Versailles Treaty placed Uzhgorod in newly-created Czechoslovakia but as a result of the boundary revisions of WWII it is now in Ukraine, about midway between Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, and Kiev, capital of Ukraine.
So she was a happy young woman in the late 1930s, waiting for the stetl matchmaker to arrange her marriage
Came Operation Barbarossa, the German invasion of the Soviet Union, and Uzhgorod was overrun in the early moments of the Wehrmacht blitzkreig. The Uzhgorod Jewish stetl was stifled and in time all of its inhabitants were either sent to the German gas chambers and ovens or to slave labor in Germany. Charlotta was amongst the fortunate ones, sent to slave labor in a German munitions factory near Hamburg. Until the late winter of 1945 when she was transferred to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp for extermination. Lucky again, the Brits liberated Bergen-Belsen a few days before her scheduled elimination.
Thence to a 'displaced persons' camp for restoration to sufficient health for repatriation; they chose to send her to Prague where she met and married her husband, Roman Chudy and gave birth to my Judith.
So Friday Judith and I visited her at the Wesley Health Care Center, five minutes from where I sit ant type this, with a vase filled with multi-colored roses to celebrate her 98th birthday. Her mind is as clear as mine, her body not so good, essentially in her room almost all the time and basically not really happy that she cannot simply leave. But there is so much to love in that room, especially being mindful of just what she has seen in her long life.
God bless, and thank you for letting me share this.
575M F1, Maserati Spyder, Cadillac STS-V & CTS
past: 330/365GTC speciale, F355b, 412GT, 400iA, 308GT4 2+2, 330GT 2+2, Porsche 356b Super 90, BMW 1800ti
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