I guess they move more, walk more - or are just used to digesting all those calories and all that cholesterol. It was interesting to watch how subtly they checked me out. I didn't know Hungarians did that, so I was more inclined to crush their hands when I greeted someone, although I accepted all the hugging and kissing from the women. In the morning they asked me how I liked my scrambled eggs, and when I announced that I liked them nice and runny, sort of half raw, I was practically lifted onto the table and cheered. The same rationale probably holds true for cooking scrambled eggs.
Most people know stories about past members of the family.
These are stories well worth recording. This episode is rather interesting because on my fathers' side of the tree I have several officers of the Emperor's army who did not share the same concerns. It must have been something like the American Civil War, where the same family could have people fighting on both sides. Some of the stories are a bit hard to prove, but that is normal for 'oral tradition'. Once I had researched this a bit, it turned out that the eagles were actually turul , the sacred birds of ancient Hungarian folklore, and that my grandmother's brother was merely 21 years old when the bridge was being built, but that he was in fact a welder.