Vámosbalog, Nagybalog

They sat down on the bench in Nagybalog

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In Nagybalog, it was also customary to sit on the bench in front of the house and talk. In the photo, you can see that next to the old people, 1-2 children are also squatting, listening, listening, and curious. The photo was taken in Alsóbalog around the 1960s. Read More

Corn threshing in Nagybalog

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Nagybalog, ca. 1965, corn threshing after the harvest. Read More

Teachers' room in Nagybalog

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The photo was taken in 1934 in the teachers' room of the Reformed School in Nagybalog. The teacher was Tamás Aladárné nee Ilona Szűcs, who was a very active teacher at the school. She also took part in extracurricular activities. During her work, she taught the children many play... Read More

The shepherd went up the tree

Song

The shepherd went up the tree, ; He shook acorns for the pig, ; My little pig, grow big, ; Then the bright axe will cut it down. Read More

The weak calf is roasted on the farm today

Song

1. The weak calf has already been roasted on the farm, ; I would drink wine if I had a good steed, ; Go, friend, to the neighbor's farm, ; Ask for a foal, just for twenty-four hours. ; ; 2. Slowly, slowly, my sweet horse, not too much, ; I might find you sick on the road, ; Not f... Read More

My farm is the pine forest of Kiskalos.

Song

1. My farm is a pine forest in Kiskalos, ; Come there, little angel, to me, ; Come and see my farm with golden reeds, ; Fir trees rushing in the middle. ; ; 2. My little angel, if you get tired of loving me, ; I am free to look for another lover, ; Say goodbye to me forever, I do... Read More

Milk curd cream

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Milk, cottage cheese, milk cream, ; Gyócsgatya, pendel, ; For a thousand little follies; The man may die. Read More

I plowed with two hares

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I plowed on two rabbits, ; I harrowed on a fox, ; A wolf carried seed, ; A squirrel wondered. Read More

Horse foal horse

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Horse, foal, horse, ; The horse is driven ; To the court of my lord the judge, ; The bell rings on it. Read More

Let's drink for those who mourn

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1. Let us drink for those who mourn, ; Whose tears flow to the ground, ; Flow to the ground, washing a stream, ; In whom my baby washes linen. ; ; 2. It is no longer as before, ; Your melons no longer bear fruit, ; Even your wheat does not bear fruit, ; The pile remains empty. Read More