I’m standing in front of a train station in Sanislau, Romania. It was called Szaniszlo, and it was a part of Hungary when my grandparents lived here. They left a few months before the beginning of World War One.
In the cemetery, there is a monument with the names of some of their neighbors and relatives.
I recognize the church from an old postcard.
Now, in my grandmother’s yard, I’m trying to remember a Hungarian phrase that my mother used.
We have an old photo of this house. On the porch are my great grandparents and my great uncle with his wife and child. It was sent to my grandmother after she had left home for the new world. I always wanted to find this place and now I’m standing in the doorway.
I remember the phrase “Gyede Ide” it means “Come here”