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Zoltan Kovacs
February 8, 2010
February 6, 2010
Az elmult 50 években Feri nem igen kapcsolodott be az Erseki öreg diak, volt osztaly- es cserkésztarsi levelezesbe. Emlekszem, hogy a Keleti Károly utcaban lakott edesanyjaval, nem messze a gimnaziumtol. Annak idejen latogattuk egymast es sok haszontalansagot csinaltunk az erkelyükrol es lenn az utcan is. Jol ismerte a latint, mert egyszer a
"Nem, nem, nem; nem nem nem,
nem megyunk mi innen el,
mig a gazda, hazigazda
furkós bottal ki nem ver"
versecsket latinra forditotta es azt enekeltuk. Isten nyugosztalja Ferit!
Kovacs Zoli, South Africa ([email protected])
Zoltan Kocsis
February 6, 2010
Az elmult 50 években Feri nem igen kapcsolodott be az Erseki öreg diak, volt osztaly- es cserkésztarsi levelezesbe. Emlekszem, hogy a Keleti Károly utcaban lakott edesanyjaval, nem messze a gimnaziumtol. Annak idejen latogattuk egymast es sok haszontalansagot csinaltunk az erkelyükrol es lenn az utcan is. Jol ismerte a latint, mert egyszer a
"Nem, nem, nem; nem nem nem,
nem megyunk mi innen el,
mig a gazda, hazigazda
furkós bottal ki nem ver"
versecsket latinra forditotta es azt enekeltuk. Isten nyugosztalja Ferit!
Kocsis Zoli, South Africa
Peter Spyers-Duran
February 1, 2010
I have known Feri as a fellow student at the Erseki Gimnazium, Budapest. He was very bright, and a good student. We were both very active Boy Scouts. We shared in the fun of weekly scounting activities and also went to several Scout Summer Camps. As a boy Feri was a very talented soccer player. We dribbled a soccer ball as often as we could, mostly after school at the Marcibany-Tér playground.
I am sorry that we have lost contact with each other after our Erseki years. It was always my hope to visit with him again, to talk about our childhood, our war time and post wartime experiences, and about the 1956 uprising against the Communist regime. After 1956, Feri found his new home in Canada, while I have became a US citizen. As fate has it, we were not to meet again.
Feri passed away too young. It is sad.
Rest in peace.
Naomi Chiku
January 22, 2010
In Memory of my Friend and Teacher
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
In Memory of My Friend and Teacher
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
(Poem by Mary Frye)
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