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Growing up in Old Delray / Searching for the Simons
Last post by romulusgirl62 - January 15, 2015, 08:53:20 pmI'm searching for any family members, or, anybody who knew the Simon's that lived on Melville st in the 1950's, 1960's. Dad's name Joseph, mother Elizabeth, had 6 sons, John, Matthew, and Mark are the only one's that come to mind. But did have a sister Victoria. Two of the Simon boys were alter boys at church.
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Snippets of e-Mail / Irene Leleszi's memory of Delr...
Last post by MagyarMan - April 03, 2014, 02:03:05 pmPosted on behalf of: Irene Mary leleszi
Hello First and formost let me introduce myself. My name is Irene Mary leleszi proud to be a First generation Hungarian. My parents lived on Waterman before moving to Inglis. My parents did not allow us to speak English because my dear Nagymama only knew Hungarian .we were active members of the Hungarian Church. My Dear edes mother is still a member at 97. Now I am a proud Nagymama. And teaching my grandchildren Hungarian. My father worked at Fords from age 14 till his death. And he said the greatest gift to my self and brothers was education. And we did my self a now retired nurse after 46 years and brothers who practiced medicine and tought others. Our friends were our cousins and family. Sunday was Church, tending and watering the graves at Woodmeir and then visiting Aunts/Uncles. ....some how we were all related because our parents knew the family or grandparents from the villages in Hungary. The aunts and uncles are all passed but the memories and etched deeply in our hearts. Thank you for your site I truly enjoyed reading all. Sincerely ireneki M Leleszi. My email is Imb_729@msn.com
Hello First and formost let me introduce myself. My name is Irene Mary leleszi proud to be a First generation Hungarian. My parents lived on Waterman before moving to Inglis. My parents did not allow us to speak English because my dear Nagymama only knew Hungarian .we were active members of the Hungarian Church. My Dear edes mother is still a member at 97. Now I am a proud Nagymama. And teaching my grandchildren Hungarian. My father worked at Fords from age 14 till his death. And he said the greatest gift to my self and brothers was education. And we did my self a now retired nurse after 46 years and brothers who practiced medicine and tought others. Our friends were our cousins and family. Sunday was Church, tending and watering the graves at Woodmeir and then visiting Aunts/Uncles. ....some how we were all related because our parents knew the family or grandparents from the villages in Hungary. The aunts and uncles are all passed but the memories and etched deeply in our hearts. Thank you for your site I truly enjoyed reading all. Sincerely ireneki M Leleszi. My email is Imb_729@msn.com
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Growing up in Old Delray / Happy New Year 2014, I am new ...
Last post by Zsuzsi - January 16, 2014, 04:33:20 pmThank you Magyar Man for your website. I am 3rd generation born, USA. My mothers
side, both her parents, are 1st generation born USA. My great grandparents, of each
my grandmother, my grandfather born in Hungary. Their families to begin living in the US, late
1890s' in two very well known Hungarian cities, Delray and Toledo Ohio.
My great grandparents, to live in Delray, my grandfathers parents. They lived on Vanderbilt.
Their documented address, 103 Vanderbilt, seems the addresses have changed, 103, I cannot locate.
My great grandfather, Andrew Nagy, unfortunately passed away before I was born. I have never seen a photo of him.
I was able to find his Draft Card on Ancestry dot com. He as he wrote, in his pen, he age 35, filled out Year: 1918
His year of birth: 1883, city not named, born: Hungary, Employer Delray Connecting Railroad
His wife, my great grandma Nagy remained in the Delray area until the early 1970's. She living within the
community was her heart. She not to ever obtain a drivers license, she did not speak English, she relied on her community,
her friends, her neighbors, her walking distance stores. Times were of change, it was time that my Grandpa
made the choice, he had to move her out. I was with him many times to visit. I recall being at her home
in the summer, it to be staggering hot inside the house. My grandpa to do everything in his power to keep
her in comforts, that she allowed. She was very proud. She to say no, to change. He knew that getting her
to leave would be not easy. She not to know any other area but Delray, her found home, she born in Hungary.
My Great Grandma, Lydia, she to wear her dresses, her apron. Always she had on an apron.
Her hose she knotted above her of her knee. Her cotton pressed, flowered buttoned up dresses,
her sparking blue eyes, her white hair short, with a loose curl. She I was able to get to know, after she was
moved out, out of Delray. I wanted to get to know her, as it was my grandfathers siblings no longer lived
in Michigan. I believe I was her only known grandchild. She passed away when I was near 11, she her exact
age was ? I do remember celebrating her 100th birthday, she must have been 101. She never sick a day,
she passed away, from age, thank you god, no disease, no health issues for her to feel pain.
Her hands, I can still see, to be of her history growing up in Hungary. Her family, they were fruit farmers.
Her hands strong, covered in sun spots, arthritic, from years of labor. House in Delray, she always HAPPY
to have company. She to open her door, and laugh, she to get tears in her eyes, as I do believe the neighborhood was not
as it was for her in many years. She and my Grandpa to speak, Hungarian, me not to know what they were saying.
My guess is she wanted to feed him, us. Food was her heart to offer, as she would not except funds from my Grandpa.
She to live in poverty upon her husbands pension.
She to have a small sitting room, where she watched her small TV.
On her coffee table, she had in a small glass bowl, " Lemon drops", she to guide me over to the bowl, she to
say, yes yes, you take, she to not wait for me to respond, as she had me alone. She to be so excited, it
was only her and I. My grandpa off and doing checking the house. She to squeeze me, hug me, kiss me all over
the side of my head. My response was, me to hug her harder, not to let go. She had the most loving spirit, voice.
She always to touch my hair, as my hair was all one length, past my bottom.
She to get all excited, to speak to me, and yet I didn't know what she was saying.
I found out, what the attraction was of my hair, not through interpretation of my Grandpa no.
Once she was at his house, she to go on her own. She to get a chair, and a hair brush. She to say, Sit, Bay Beh Sit.
She to brush my hair, forever, then she to braid it. She to braid my hair traditional Hungarian. She to brush my
coarse thick hair, and say, over and over, Ó Istenem!...she to bend to look at my face, to see if I was still breathing.
As " True" Hungarian braids are not " for a tender head". She to ask my grandpa for ribbons, she to put them in my hair.
I will never forget when she did braid my hair, she to add the ribbons, I felt like a Hungarian Princess beaming. I was 8 yrs old.
I remember Delray through my Great Grandma, my Grandpa to tell me countless story's of he growing up in Delray, he born 1906.
He was as a young teen, spit and vinegar. My great grandparents were incredibly poor his childhood. They to go without more than
often. He to know he had to pull his weight early in life. He to be a jack of all trades very early, he to make money to give
to the household. He to become very successful as an adult. He was a great man. He was my father in many ways. I to have
my Dad, yes. My Grandpa though, to be of his own background, his own history, he to share graciously with me.
His teen years, his one guilty pleasure, he to pay his way, Bowling. He loved to Bowl. It had to be a bowling alley,
that was walking distance from the Vanderbilt house.
He to sneak out his window, jump the roof, to ..be walking, whistling, he to stay out all night. He knew he had to be IN before the sun
rose. Face washed, clean shirt on, he to be seated at the kitchen table, Before his father came down the stairs. (omygawd) the Stories.
My grandpa, he too played the Viola. He had a beautiful voice. He could Sing operetta. He to learn, he to love, as he lived
in Delray. I to read countless postings here, and I am very excited to participate. I am hoping the posters of once, will return.
New posters to Join.
I know through others, us connecting, we will all learn from each other, this is priceless history, shared within each of us.
If it's left unspoken,.. it dies with us.
Thank You Magyar Man! for aiding my registration.
I choose Zsuzsi my username, as it is my grandmother's and I shared middle name " Susan"
Blessings to all, Z
side, both her parents, are 1st generation born USA. My great grandparents, of each
my grandmother, my grandfather born in Hungary. Their families to begin living in the US, late
1890s' in two very well known Hungarian cities, Delray and Toledo Ohio.
My great grandparents, to live in Delray, my grandfathers parents. They lived on Vanderbilt.
Their documented address, 103 Vanderbilt, seems the addresses have changed, 103, I cannot locate.
My great grandfather, Andrew Nagy, unfortunately passed away before I was born. I have never seen a photo of him.
I was able to find his Draft Card on Ancestry dot com. He as he wrote, in his pen, he age 35, filled out Year: 1918
His year of birth: 1883, city not named, born: Hungary, Employer Delray Connecting Railroad
His wife, my great grandma Nagy remained in the Delray area until the early 1970's. She living within the
community was her heart. She not to ever obtain a drivers license, she did not speak English, she relied on her community,
her friends, her neighbors, her walking distance stores. Times were of change, it was time that my Grandpa
made the choice, he had to move her out. I was with him many times to visit. I recall being at her home
in the summer, it to be staggering hot inside the house. My grandpa to do everything in his power to keep
her in comforts, that she allowed. She was very proud. She to say no, to change. He knew that getting her
to leave would be not easy. She not to know any other area but Delray, her found home, she born in Hungary.
My Great Grandma, Lydia, she to wear her dresses, her apron. Always she had on an apron.
Her hose she knotted above her of her knee. Her cotton pressed, flowered buttoned up dresses,
her sparking blue eyes, her white hair short, with a loose curl. She I was able to get to know, after she was
moved out, out of Delray. I wanted to get to know her, as it was my grandfathers siblings no longer lived
in Michigan. I believe I was her only known grandchild. She passed away when I was near 11, she her exact
age was ? I do remember celebrating her 100th birthday, she must have been 101. She never sick a day,
she passed away, from age, thank you god, no disease, no health issues for her to feel pain.
Her hands, I can still see, to be of her history growing up in Hungary. Her family, they were fruit farmers.
Her hands strong, covered in sun spots, arthritic, from years of labor. House in Delray, she always HAPPY
to have company. She to open her door, and laugh, she to get tears in her eyes, as I do believe the neighborhood was not
as it was for her in many years. She and my Grandpa to speak, Hungarian, me not to know what they were saying.
My guess is she wanted to feed him, us. Food was her heart to offer, as she would not except funds from my Grandpa.
She to live in poverty upon her husbands pension.
She to have a small sitting room, where she watched her small TV.
On her coffee table, she had in a small glass bowl, " Lemon drops", she to guide me over to the bowl, she to
say, yes yes, you take, she to not wait for me to respond, as she had me alone. She to be so excited, it
was only her and I. My grandpa off and doing checking the house. She to squeeze me, hug me, kiss me all over
the side of my head. My response was, me to hug her harder, not to let go. She had the most loving spirit, voice.
She always to touch my hair, as my hair was all one length, past my bottom.
She to get all excited, to speak to me, and yet I didn't know what she was saying.
I found out, what the attraction was of my hair, not through interpretation of my Grandpa no.
Once she was at his house, she to go on her own. She to get a chair, and a hair brush. She to say, Sit, Bay Beh Sit.
She to brush my hair, forever, then she to braid it. She to braid my hair traditional Hungarian. She to brush my
coarse thick hair, and say, over and over, Ó Istenem!...she to bend to look at my face, to see if I was still breathing.
As " True" Hungarian braids are not " for a tender head". She to ask my grandpa for ribbons, she to put them in my hair.
I will never forget when she did braid my hair, she to add the ribbons, I felt like a Hungarian Princess beaming. I was 8 yrs old.
I remember Delray through my Great Grandma, my Grandpa to tell me countless story's of he growing up in Delray, he born 1906.
He was as a young teen, spit and vinegar. My great grandparents were incredibly poor his childhood. They to go without more than
often. He to know he had to pull his weight early in life. He to be a jack of all trades very early, he to make money to give
to the household. He to become very successful as an adult. He was a great man. He was my father in many ways. I to have
my Dad, yes. My Grandpa though, to be of his own background, his own history, he to share graciously with me.
His teen years, his one guilty pleasure, he to pay his way, Bowling. He loved to Bowl. It had to be a bowling alley,
that was walking distance from the Vanderbilt house.
He to sneak out his window, jump the roof, to ..be walking, whistling, he to stay out all night. He knew he had to be IN before the sun
rose. Face washed, clean shirt on, he to be seated at the kitchen table, Before his father came down the stairs. (omygawd) the Stories.
My grandpa, he too played the Viola. He had a beautiful voice. He could Sing operetta. He to learn, he to love, as he lived
in Delray. I to read countless postings here, and I am very excited to participate. I am hoping the posters of once, will return.
New posters to Join.
I know through others, us connecting, we will all learn from each other, this is priceless history, shared within each of us.
If it's left unspoken,.. it dies with us.
Thank You Magyar Man! for aiding my registration.
I choose Zsuzsi my username, as it is my grandmother's and I shared middle name " Susan"
Blessings to all, Z
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Growing up in Old Delray / Re: Barnes Street and Medina S...
Last post by Andy5161 - May 29, 2013, 11:48:16 pmMy family lived on Medina in the 1950's. I was very young, but I remember that the family across the street were the owners of Gabels Bar. The family across the alley from us was the Williams family who were very nice people. They were African American, and their son who was about my age,was nick named Junior. Mrs williams worked at one of the downtown hotels and Mr. Williams worked at the Rouge plant. The other neighbors I remember were all hard working families who were all very friendly.
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Photo Memories / Re: West Jefferson Saloon
Last post by LMPOLGAR - May 28, 2013, 03:32:22 pmLove the photo. I am working on a series of newspaper articles about the history of Delray. One of the articles will center around the saloons in Delray. I would love to include your photo and will research to find out more about the picture. Your may contact me at delraymihistory@gmail.com.
Look forward to talking with you about your families history in Delray.
Lynn
Look forward to talking with you about your families history in Delray.
Lynn
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Other Ethnic Resources / Making Szalonna
Last post by MagyarMan - May 14, 2013, 01:46:57 pm17
Growing up in Old Delray / Delray Connection
Last post by Andy5161 - May 09, 2013, 12:18:08 pmI did not live in Delray very long. I was born in 1951 and with my parents, Andy and Mary Lukacs, we lived on Medina until 1955 when we moved to St. Clair Shores. However, we made monthly trips for the next 7 years to the our old house for the purpose of collecting payments from the Taylor family who were purchasing the house on a land contract. We would spend the day visiting friends and family (Joe and Anna Sabo and cousin Pat lived on Green St)and going to Woodmere Cemetery where my grandmother was buried. This gave me a good connection with the culture of Delray. Today I still go through Delray when I get a chance to ride with a bicycle group (Beat the Train) that rides out of Fort Wayne every Saturday at 6:30.----Andy Lukacs
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Photo Memories / West Jefferson Saloon -Correct...
Last post by Mookster - April 11, 2013, 01:09:47 pmCorrection to the location of the saloon that I posted an interior photo of. It was on Jefferson, on the (north) east) corner of Rademacher, not Reid, as stated before. Any one with an exterior view of that block from any time before they tore it all down?
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People Inquiry / Looking for: Babcan & Pavela
Last post by MagyarMan - April 03, 2013, 12:02:32 pmPosted on behalf of Miroslav Babcan
I am Miro Babcan from Slovakia, I read your web site about old Delray. You writte about Family names lived in Delray .
My greatgrandfather was called Steve Babcan / Istvan Babcsan/ , he lived last time on S Anderson 751, he died on April 24.1946, on same place.
As informant on his Death Certicate is Julius Pavela, lived on Crossley 800.
Do you have also some information of this people and families? Are there still people in Delray, they can remember this people?
Reply to: e-mail: miro.kaplan@gmail.com
I am Miro Babcan from Slovakia, I read your web site about old Delray. You writte about Family names lived in Delray .
My greatgrandfather was called Steve Babcan / Istvan Babcsan/ , he lived last time on S Anderson 751, he died on April 24.1946, on same place.
As informant on his Death Certicate is Julius Pavela, lived on Crossley 800.
Do you have also some information of this people and families? Are there still people in Delray, they can remember this people?
Reply to: e-mail: miro.kaplan@gmail.com
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Photo Memories / West Jefferson Saloon
Last post by Mookster - February 25, 2013, 11:37:36 pmThis is an interior shot of a saloon that my great-grandfather ran on W. Jefferson at the corner of Reid (which was Jerome then) in the late teens. There is a Social Services office there now. Anybody know the place or any of the folks pictured? GGD, Ed Mehney is on the far left. (Hope I did this right)