History- Anscestry

Childless, the lineage ends with me- poet, my only legacy- mere words. And the older I've become the more my anscestry- the tracing of my roots holds a fascination it's become an obsession -almost. Looking back I delve past centuries through wars and revolutions, migrations, land divisions- ( territorys won and lost, borders ever fluctuating...) And I wade in time, in blood memory through generational trauma that I infuse with healing... But I know of blessings also, and majesty long lost. And so, I call on you, Vilma, Emma my great and great- great grandmothers- Magyar- Slovak brides of Ujhelyi men - men descended from Swabian knights, under the service of King ( Saint) Stephen. From my mother, I learned of this heritage- of the noble bloodline and the aristrocacy associated with the Ujhelyi name. And even she remembers a manor house, vast orchards, stables full of Lipizaners... The grandeur survived an empire, Triannon and two world wars, but after '45 for my family, an era had ended... Today I scroll online and see the family tree that my uncle posted there- and I wonder were you, Krisztina, Eva, stubborn like me? and your husbands' Ferenc, Gyula, as fiery as I am? No, it isn't suprizing that I am heartened by a violin's sound, by the bold colored patterns of embroidery, for these awaken in me something ancient- an origin debated by even linguists- the lineage Magyar but with older strains of- Chuvash Avar Khazar Hun lost tribes- names now spoken only by scholars.