This is an example of a typical visit to my family's house - stressful at times, but pretty fun! In this clip, you'll meet my mom and have a short tour of the front of my quaint little one-bedroom former place of residence. Sound simple and uneventful? Hardly.
Thank you to
Cameraman Matt for helping me shoot these videos (he's a brave soul!)
Wow, so the last week or so has been pretty amazing. I don't think I have ever had so many e-mails in my inbox at one time! Because of YouTube, I have managed to connect with long-lost friends & family, as well as make a bunch of new friends that are helping me learn to read & write in Hungarian!
Originally, this video was shown to an English-speaking audience, so the scene with the bedroom was supposed to sound like a very upset rant from Nagymama! I took some audio I videotaped her, so if anyone is curious, here is the translation for the bed scene:
"Dollar! Smelly stingy pig, he got $50,000 that he shares with his Mistress, but you don't get a thing." I originally chose to use this sound clip because my deadbeat dad is probably the #1 thing my grandmother talked to herself about, even in her sleep (which is really sweet if you think about it - she's just looking out for me!)
As for the end credit scene was translated as a joke since the other thing Nagymama usually rants about is gypsies and robbers watching her through the window, and her plans to chase them away...
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This video answers the age old question -- What is Szorít?
Okay, maybe it isn't an age old question.
Basically, I was letting my cousin's son play with my video camera while my other cousin helped a a lesson in Hungarian - "szorít" (to tighten, to constrain) vs. szólit (call) .
This is mostly just a silly home movie, but I thought some bilingual people would get a kick out of it.
All I ever wanted was a Barbie Dreamhouse.
Unfortunately, mom was the only one supporting me and Nagymama with her baby toy assembly-line job, so an item this extravagant seemed excessive. Even at a young age, I was very aware of finances, so I made due with the cardboard boxes she brought home for me from Pathmark.
I was actually quite content with cutting windows into the sides of the boxes with my safety scissors, and draw carpeting and artwork all over the inside of the houses. My aunt was even kind enough to give me scraps of foam and fabric from her upholstery shop so I could have a deluxe dream-bed in my cardboard mansion.
But I still yearned for a Barbie Dreamhouse for one concrete reason – I wanted Barbie to stand up straight. The boxed my mother got me were meant for 2-Liter Soda bottles, so they were about 10 inches tall, whereas Barbie is 11.5 inches tall, so she had to walk around the house with a hunch. Needless to say, my dolls sat around and “ate dinner” lot. It’s amazing that Barbie and Skipper didn’t get...
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