Csicsói Reformed Church 1956

Winter 1956. My sister was born in November, not quite seven months old. My father lit the tiled stove and kept it warm until May. At that time, they lived in my mother's house. The baby was born at dawn, they weren't expecting him yet. My father set off in the morning to get wood with a handcart. On the street, he met Lacika Nagy, aged 4-5, the little son of Uncle Laci and Aunt Zsófi. He went to kindergarten, and little children could still travel alone back then. - Although my mother told me (and I still remember what it was like), you had to drive carefully and attentively, because a little child could emerge from the deep ruts at any time. - Lacika addressed my father: Imre, where are you going? My father answered politely: Our little girl, Hajnalka, was born at dawn. I'm going to get wood so we can heat it and not get cold. Lacika held up her index finger and shook it: Dawn, because she was born at dawn!