We spent the morning getting groceries for the barbecue. First a trip to the local market, and then down to Topolya. Zia got her annual pair of clogs and Vera picked up produce. A little less fuss was made over us this week, so I had a little more time to look around.
You hear the word "mournful" used a lot to describe market sellers. But the guy at the front of the market, doing the sellers' Gregorian chant, did sound that way. I suppose people buy from him because they feel sorry for him. I saw a guy walking around with a "New Seasons Grocery" shirt today, but he wandered off before I got a chance to try and talk with him. I also saw an "Oregon" T-shirt that I am informed is the trade name of a popular brand of jeans. There are lots of weird brand names for jeans around here, "Fox Sports Jeans," "Cowboy Jeans," etc.
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Went by Lojos and Bori’s to invite them to the Barbecue and enjoy a glass of "K-ha-3 Mnnow" water. Zia says it is called "Knaz Milos" (knawz mee-losh), but I know what the label says, and it isn’t that. Bori, who has her younger grandchildren helping around the farm this summer is troubled by the death of the child in Kishegyes. Her grandkids play the same kinds of games.
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By the way, if you are looking for Kishegyes on the map, you won’t find it. That is the Hungarian name for town, meaning "small hill." The Serbian name is on the map. It is "Mali Idos" (molly ee-dosh). In a perfect world there is a little horizontal line across the vertical line of the "D."
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Lojos and Bori, Emese’s husband, Joe, and son Adam (Emese is at a teacher workshop), her parents Katie and Imre, and Beethoven-Basci and Mozart-Neni are here for dinner. Because you may be wondering; Beethoven-Basci was breeding two Saint Bernard dogs at the same time the movie came out. His real name, Laci, roughly the equivalent of Joe. Since there were lot’s of Laci’s, and the kids were having a hard time keeping them straight, he got to be Beethoven-Basci. He was, on the other hand, a fine gypsy fiddler. I will not get to hear him play this trip, however, as he is having medical problems that may cause him to have to stop all together.)
My Father-in-law is showing an astonishing repertoire of naughty stories and songs. Adam is getting quite a "History Lesson." (Every time Peter finishes a story or song, Joe, through his laughter says, "History lesson, son, history lesson.") I played a little trumpet for everyone, using the score for the new Hungarian thing I wrote for Z-Musicmakers and gave as a gift to Beethoven-Basci. Seems the book I found the tunes in has some minor flaws in the melodies of a couple of tunes. Beethoven-Basci promises to send me corrected versions (but I am not changing the chart, it is the way I like it, and it was written for Zia for a wedding present).
Dave
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