As we settled in to being Kinga and Csaba's guests,
her kids started by acting the part of kids on display, not letting a moment pass when I had the camera out to mug and hassle each other. Here the youngest and middle brothers test the shutter speed. Kinga and Gail reunite and relive old times – back to 1998 in St. Paul, Minnisota (not the next town north of here), when Gail was teaching UU polity at Union Seminary. Kinga was a visiting minister who attended the monthly UU student support group. Both were ordained at that point and were at their first churches, Kinga at Szentpetr for two years and Gail at White Bear Lake for eight. Jim's big project for the morning was making a ladder (so they have another way to break their neck – Csaba) in the playhouse built as part of a church playground project completed a couple of years earlier by a group of Dutch volunteers. The oldest boy and his friend had found left-over boards in the barn and put them across the main beams to form a partial platform.
Jim reinforced the platform, filled in a gap, put bars on the end so kids couldn't fall out (acidentally – with effort, they could still wiggle out). Kinga inspects, relieved that Csaba's concerns have been met. There's more to be done though – the youngest cannot get down by himself. Jim added two more uprights and enough more rungs to form a sort of tubular ladder
and safety chute. The youngest easily made his way down, slowly, carefully. Everyone except Csaba, off with clients for his on-line financial management company, took a walk up the hill to the church graveyard. Next to youngest was romping out front when she stopped to ponder how much to confront the beast ahead.
Kinga arrived next and engaged the driver in a friendly conversation as he sat with his son in his lap. They are digging a trench to lay pipe so people won't have to lug water up hill to water the grave-side gardens. As the day
progressed, the children became more relaxed with us, although the oldest still put up a guard (he naturally fell into the roll of protector). Gail and I went out before the evening
service to walk along the road to St.Paul along the Homorod River, ergo Homorodszentpal. Now you know – Csaba thought the origin of Homorod to old for anyone to know its origin. Now you don't know. Those who are squinting even at the blow-up, will notice a large shaggy dog mid-left on the river bank. We are assured (a little) that it is not a wolf but the Hungarian version of a shepherd.
Back 'home' Kinga gets to be both Anya – a word we learned
fast, and the only Hungarian word likely to stick – and minister, appearing as her colleague the night before, in her university gown. She wears her authority with equal grace but different intensity for each role.
her kids started by acting the part of kids on display, not letting a moment pass when I had the camera out to mug and hassle each other. Here the youngest and middle brothers test the shutter speed. Kinga and Gail reunite and relive old times – back to 1998 in St. Paul, Minnisota (not the next town north of here), when Gail was teaching UU polity at Union Seminary. Kinga was a visiting minister who attended the monthly UU student support group. Both were ordained at that point and were at their first churches, Kinga at Szentpetr for two years and Gail at White Bear Lake for eight. Jim's big project for the morning was making a ladder (so they have another way to break their neck – Csaba) in the playhouse built as part of a church playground project completed a couple of years earlier by a group of Dutch volunteers. The oldest boy and his friend had found left-over boards in the barn and put them across the main beams to form a partial platform. 
and safety chute. The youngest easily made his way down, slowly, carefully. Everyone except Csaba, off with clients for his on-line financial management company, took a walk up the hill to the church graveyard. Next to youngest was romping out front when she stopped to ponder how much to confront the beast ahead.
Kinga arrived next and engaged the driver in a friendly conversation as he sat with his son in his lap. They are digging a trench to lay pipe so people won't have to lug water up hill to water the grave-side gardens. As the day 
progressed, the children became more relaxed with us, although the oldest still put up a guard (he naturally fell into the roll of protector). Gail and I went out before the evening
service to walk along the road to St.Paul along the Homorod River, ergo Homorodszentpal. Now you know – Csaba thought the origin of Homorod to old for anyone to know its origin. Now you don't know. Those who are squinting even at the blow-up, will notice a large shaggy dog mid-left on the river bank. We are assured (a little) that it is not a wolf but the Hungarian version of a shepherd. 
fast, and the only Hungarian word likely to stick – and minister, appearing as her colleague the night before, in her university gown. She wears her authority with equal grace but different intensity for each role.
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