The courtyard of the house in Papa where my father Lajos was born.
My grandmother Regina is sitting in the back, plucking a chicken. She had serious financial problems after her husband died in 1928, but she was helped by her late husband's uncles who had emigrated to America in the 1870s. They regularly sent her money, for which she was especially thankful since the Jewish community of Papa was in such a bad shape that often it couldn't pay her the widow's allowance on time.