Here are scans of a collection of photos that Nagymami put together a while ago, basically tracking our journey from Hungary to Germany to Austria to the U.S.A. to Montreal, between 1956 and 1961. Best viewed on a big screen.

This must have been shortly after we left Hungary. Gabi looking quite pleased, while some local ruffians try to sell me to the photographer.

With Marie-Thérèse and Janó. Google Maps puts Amönau about 20 km north of Marburg (near the farm where Gabi and John were living maybe?). John practicing his future occupation (i.e. being a man out standing in his field).

Looking very stylish indeed! Stepping out on the cobblestone streets of Marburg.

Also very stylish! With Marie-Thérèse.


Hard to believe considering how humble I am now, but I was royalty in Europe. Here I am on my portable throne, surrounded by my bodyguards.


The family band, posing for the cover of our first album. Gabi disappointed that no one listened to her idea of using the Abbey Road crosswalk.

I'm guessing this is the plane that was about to take us to the States.

John leads the way to the new world. Gabi's happy because this looks a bit like the Abbey Road crosswalk. I'm studying some random guy's kneecap.
(Also, does that wavy line of rivets attaching the wing to the plane look really sketchy to anyone else?)

Along the way, dropped in to Newfoundland for their all-day breakfast deal.

Enjoying our new coats after we sold John on Wall Street.

Got John back, just in time for our trendy dockyards fashion shoot.
Little-known fact: in 1957, children weren't allowed to show their hands in public.

Nagyapa, age 35, in a whole new world.

"Hotel St. George, once the largest hotel in New York City ... drew celebrities, athletes, and every presidential hopeful flocking to its many ballrooms," according to Wikipedia, which strangely does not mention our family visit.

In our first American home, Nagymami tries to nap while I practice hiding from the authorities.

Little known fact: in 1958, only girls were permitted to conceal their handguns.

I'm hoping my quick draw skills will distract you from noticing my soft flannel Lederhosen.

Our first car, ready for a camping trip! Nagyapa tries to convince us that this is how people drive cars in America.
We are not impressed.

At a Montreal cocktail lounge, after our first successful drug deal. John's got the cash; Naygmami watches for cops.

Gabi realizing that this is what weather will look like from now on.