It has been said that gypsies stole babies and sold them. My mother always teased me that she bought me from gypsies--though she never threatened to sell me to gypsies for not behaving until I was much, much older and could fully realize she was not serious. "Gypsies" are also nomadic Romanians, and groups often travel through Hungary. Perhaps your aunt is not confused... its a nice story, though.
As for my own source, it's something I've always been interested in, and for quite a time was out to either prove or disprove. I've gotten very far back on a number of branches, but not the relevant one--my mother's mother's mother is where that one ends, with nary a detail or clue, and my mother's mother isn't talking although I've asked both generally and specifically many times. She told my mother and her siblings growing up that they were Roman Catholic, so unless I can uncover something absolutely kosher (forgive the pun)--which is undoubtedly impossible in this situation--it is not proper to suspect anything other than what she has maintained.
I've had a few forays with conversion. I stopped when I realized how hypocritical it was, especially since I was (and am) still at least somewhat unwilling to go "all the way" in full and utter observance. I respect and admire the system and the faith and have very much reveled in the community it creates and nurtures and still very often wish I could count myself a member of it; but, if it was meant to be it would be and maybe one of my challenges is to accept that disconnection. I console myself that this way my 'soul' at least is not besmerched by violating the sabbath.
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As for my own source, it's something I've always been interested in, and for quite a time was out to either prove or disprove. I've gotten very far back on a number of branches, but not the relevant one--my mother's mother's mother is where that one ends, with nary a detail or clue, and my mother's mother isn't talking although I've asked both generally and specifically many times. She told my mother and her siblings growing up that they were Roman Catholic, so unless I can uncover something absolutely kosher (forgive the pun)--which is undoubtedly impossible in this situation--it is not proper to suspect anything other than what she has maintained.
I've had a few forays with conversion. I stopped when I realized how hypocritical it was, especially since I was (and am) still at least somewhat unwilling to go "all the way" in full and utter observance. I respect and admire the system and the faith and have very much reveled in the community it creates and nurtures and still very often wish I could count myself a member of it; but, if it was meant to be it would be and maybe one of my challenges is to accept that disconnection. I console myself that this way my 'soul' at least is not besmerched by violating the sabbath.