MY MUM Well, let's see. My mum is from Hungary originally. She came to Canada when she was 9 or 10. At the bottom of this page is a map of Hungary. My mum is from Budapest. She went to the University of Toronto. She and I get along ok usually. We both can be a bit of a handful at times though :) She works as a guidance counsellor at Branksome Hall which is a private girls' school. MY SISTER My sister's name is Julie (I call her Dundi because when I was little I couldn't pronounce her name...she calls me Cano for the same reason). She's 26 and really cool. We never really used to get along when she was living at home (we didn't fight, we just sort of ignored each other) but now that she is gone, I sort of miss her (but don't tell her that!). She received her B.F.A (Bachelor of Fine Arts) from York University and is currently trying to find work in her area of interest. I think she is a great actress but I may be a teensy bit biased :) She lives with her boyfriend, Mike. MY DAD Well, my dad is a typical dad..very laid back. He is a labour lawyer and works at Hicks Morley Hamilton. If you want to check his very condensed bio then click here. I'm his baby girl and I know he loves me very much. I don't see him much but when I do get a chance to see him, I enjoy spending time with him. He taught me how to play poker and chess at a very early age. |
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MY STEPMUM My parents got divorced when I was five and my dad re-married a wonderful woman when I was eight years old. At first, I must admit that I disliked her because I wanted my daddy all to myself but then, gradually, I realized that my dad and her were in love so I accepted her into my life. I didn't dislike her as a person at the beginning..just what she represented. She was the academic vice president of Student Affairs at George Brown College. She is now working at Sheridan College. She is now doing her PhD. We go out sometimes and we are more like friends then stepmother and stepdaughter. MY GRANDMOTHER My grandmother passed away last year in December. She was my inspiration, having survived two world wars, and a Hungarian Revolution. In 1956, she and her husband brought my mother to Canada to start a new life. She worked in offices and eventually became a bookkeeper. She was full of life. I love you, Nagy. (When I have some time, I hope to scan some more pictures of |
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