Homage on Int’l Women’s Day to my Hungarian grandmother, who fled the advancing Russian/Soviet army at the end of WWII, my barely 7-year old mother and other daughter at her side, not knowing if she would be reunited with her husband.

The world had been falsely told the Russians were liberators, instead it invaded Hungary, confiscated her estate, and continued decades of brutal occupation.

Despite losing nearly all of her worldly possessions and status, her faith and determination were unshakeable, and she lived her life as refugee and displaced person, with elegant grace and gratitude.

Hungarian Nagymama, with daughters, as Displaced Person in post-WWII Trier, Germany. Shrapnel damage to walls in background of photo.