1951! We are back with the family of Charles and Anna Lux! We are in Bohemia and Charles has begun to think about leaving the old country for the promise of a new life in America.
Along the way his uncle happens to get him in a bit of a fix…so read along today and see what happens!
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Amerikán Národní Kalendář
Year: 1951, Volume: LXXIII, Pages: 117-144
“Old Settlers’ Memories”
Translated by Dr. Mila Saskova-Pierce and Layne Pierce
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“THE LIFE EXPERIENCES OF SPOUSES CHARLES AND ANNA LUX – from Sayville, New York”
Charles and Anna Lux during their celebration of the 35th anniversary of their shared life. On the day of the 22nd of August, 1949.
“In the space of two days I had my travel passport and the Via Dolorosa through the orphanage office began. There, too, was working a former classmate, Bublík. “Do you have permission?” asked the director. “Of course” I said, and I pulled out my passport. He without even looking at it, said: “That’s good enough.” Once again, one worry was off my neck. I did have the money for the journey.
However, my father had borrowed this money, and so my departure was extended until the end of the year when my Uncle Isaak, the administrator of the manor Kúty in Slovakia wrote to me that at the beginning of January my cousin’s wife’s sister was going to America and therefore we could go together. And he wrote, ‘Do come, I would like to get to know you,’. So about fourteen days before the Christmas holidays in 1906 I went to visit them and I met my uncle for the first time. I did know my aunt from her visits and also my cousin Amalka and her little daughter. I will never forget that time until the day I die. My uncle and I were planning how to make arrangements. And one time he proposed that I would go with him to the village where he was hiring workers for field work during the summer. At that time a handshake was worth more than a written contract and that was done in the local winery. There was no beer to be bought so my uncle offered me real white wine, the taste of which I came to like as I was drinking it. However there was an unfortunate thing. When we were ready to depart, my uncle said: “Let’s go home.” I got up: however, it did not work. My uncle was also tipsy and he was laughing at me. “So there you have it,” he said, “and the same for me” he added. Along with a journeyman they got me onto the sled. My uncle took the reins, and the sled went like an arrow, whether it was field or no field the sled flew straight to the manor. There was enough snow so it went quite well.
However, what a night! My uncle, to escape a war of words with my aunt, crawled into the horse shed, and slept it off on the journeyman’s bunk bed, while my poor aunt was wrapping me in wet rags and was feeding me pills up until two o’clock in the morning, when she was completely exhausted from being up so late with me, and went to sleep in the next bedroom. I myself, however, was turning in my bed and around four o’clock in the morning the door opened slowly and my uncle poked his head inside. “Where is granny?” (that was his loving nickname for her). I pointed to the door of the nearby bedroom and my uncle shuffled into the bed on his tiptoes. He whispered, “Charles, do you like me a little bit?” I nodded my head, yes. “I will help you a little bit, and in an hour you will be like a fish. I will bring you a small pint.” However, I started feeling queasy once again, just to hear it. He continued whispering: “I will give you a slice of homemade bread and a piece of fat bacon, you will eat it and drink it down and…” I started to turn pale, however, my uncle already put his hand over my mouth. “When you wake up, you will not know anything about your hangover!”
Will Uncle’s hangover cure work? Will Charles be in for trouble with his Aunt? Stay with us tomorrow as we continue with this wonderful 1951 article from the fabulous pages of the Czech-American annual journal, Amerikán Národní Kalendář!
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