Once a dream

I can still vividly recall a noment of a field trip in my childhood. I discovered and stared at a 7-8 feet tall painting  meanwhile the tourguide was explaining to us about a noble family with several hundred years of family history.  By now the exact place of the scene is lost in my memories, it could have been a castle in Fertöd Hungary or Castle Keszthely close to the Lake Balaton... this is not important anymore but I know this is the moment I can pinpoint as the birth of my interest toward finding my own family's history.

At the time my relatives thought this is only a childhood interest to know my grandma or grandpa or their parents. Every little piece of information I could get a hold of I recorded in an old notebook. I dedicated one single page for each of my ancestory. To this day I have the notebook, the time wasnt gracious to it and the pencil notes are slowly fading away in it but I still keep adding new information whenever my relatives jog their memories for my unrelenting request.
During the elementary school years one of my teachers draw my attention to a lady called Korponayné Géczy Julianna who wrote herself into Hungarian histrory. I might write a little post on her story later.
I invite you to follow my research diary here and you might catch the fever from me to do your own genealogy quest.