Some old story

1945 WWII. A middle age bootmaker somewhere close to the front lines in a workshop. The workshop is tiny, but practical – a table for clicking, a small chair and a small table to work on the officer’s boots. The masters name Szabo Geza, he is a good and relatively famous bookmaker in his town neighborhood. Just a the highest peek of his carrier he has been called to pay his duty in the army – making and fixing boots for the officers. In that day a couple visits him, running away from a starting bomb attack, searching for a shelter. During these bombings the normal process is hiding under a strong table – as there is place only for two under the table, Geza offer this to the couple, trust in his luck. That wasn’t his lucky day. A bomb hit close, so the building collapsed. The couple survived he hasn’t.

Weeks later a package arrived home with his wooden luggage, with his tools inside. Some old stuff, needles, a hammer head, some threads and pegs, nails. That is how much left from a talented craftsman. I heard a story from my beloved grandmother. Geza was her brother.

Now that luggage is in my workshop, just aside my table, with all belonging it has arrived back, 67 years ago, reminding me, that I have to put something into my luggage, before my time will come. That should be the craft I learned – making shoes.

4 thoughts on “Some old story

  1. The current war taking place between your family’s craft and the wiles of the global market place, your stuff will return home because of your respect for and diligent pursuit to refine and preserve Koronya legacy. Your great uncle’s luck turned into a mantle and anointing for the survivors, I’m sure, and yourself. All readers of this blog and all your students and disciples owe debt of gratitude to this courageous act of love for thy neighbor. And to your grandmother for making sure the torch was passed and into the right hands. Guardian and keeper of the craft you are. God bless Marcell!

  2. Hi Marcell – I just read your blog post today and it is with pride and no small coincidence that I am wearing your shoes today. Your grasp of the importance of family history no matter how small it may seem in the grand scheme of things is wonderful. It’s a big yet small world. Thanks for sharing your story here.

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