05/11/2025
Reflections on a Mother’s Day to Remember - Personal Director’s Report on the Örly Museum’s Mother’s Day Exhibition:
The visitors just kept coming. The first family arrived right on time for opening, then the next, and the next. We hadn’t advertised a formal program, but of course, the exhibit and our indoor and outdoor spaces were lovingly prepared in the spirit of Mother’s Day.
I felt inspired—and had the strength—to bake cream slices and savory tangli with caraway seeds from home. They disappeared in a heartbeat! The three of us holding the front line didn’t even get a taste.
We hadn’t required RSVP, so we couldn’t predict whether five or fifty guests would come. That’s often how it is in the American diaspora. And that’s what makes it truly special when the space fills with open-hearted people seeking connection, culture, and community. It’s such a joyful feeling.
Inside the museum and outside in the courtyard, Mother’s Day songs filled the air. The sunshine was glorious—a rare gift in a region where the garden is usually ruled by freezing winds or sweltering heat. But today, even the weather celebrated with us.
Dear friends and kind acquaintances came, driving for hours through the busy Saturday traffic.
I paused when I heard the sweet voice of a child and a father’s gentle words as he explained the museum’s treasures to his little boy. It fills my heart when young families arrive, and one parent speaks to the child in English while the other speaks Hungarian. As a teacher, I know just how hard it is to make up for missed opportunities later in life.
An elderly couple asked about everything—stories, personal anecdotes, the founding of the museum. They drank in every word and regretted that it took them six years to find us. I reassured them that the museum isn’t going anywhere. We’ll be here, with new exhibits, stories of life, community programs—and, soon we hope, a library and archive holding thousands of books.
I can’t leave out our 90-year-old supporter, Vali, whose birthday invitation I was honored to design. For months, she and her son faithfully helped catalog books week after week. And of course, there’s dear Irénke (I hope she doesn’t mind me naming her), who has been smiling by my side as a volunteer for six years now, lightening my work and often anticipating my thoughts before I even speak.
I am deeply grateful for every single moment.
This reflection came to life as I sat down to summarize the weekend’s event, which was the last program of the season that I personally coordinated.
It has been a truly special year—for the first time in a long while, my life partner was beside me all the way, supporting me and helping in every way.
With heartfelt thanks,
Éva Szabó
Executive Director
Örly Museum of Hungarian Culture