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In first row: Capt. Jozsef Bartalos and wife, Danszentmiklos, Pest vm., ca.1930

 

Homecoming 2000

In August 2000 I visited Bratislava and some of the villages which were repeatedly mentioned in connection with our family's history. On this tour I was accompanied by dear friend Ms. Tina Walker and her 14 year old son Tikoyo Wright. Today the official name of Pozsony is Bratislava , the former Varbogya or Bogya is Bodza, Nagymad is called Mad and Szap is named Sap (for several years after World War II it was marked on the maps as Palkovicovo).

First stop was Bratislava . We had the good fortune of enjoying the hospitality and guidance of Professor Ing. Gyula Bartalos, his lovely wife Lea and sons Gyula and Tamas. Gyula senior teaches at the Slovak Technical University in Bratislava . Both Gyula and Lea are engineers, Gyula junior is enrolled at the university studying the same subject his parents did while the younger Tamas is oriented toward architecture.We met at Professor Bartalos' workplace, visited their home, had a dinner together at a restaurant and toured the old city. With Gyula senior I visited the Regional State Archives in Bratislava where we were able to inspect microfilms of wedding and baptismal records from the villages of Mad and Sap.

In order to study vital data removed from the village churches after World War II you need to register to use the facilities of the Archives, pay a fee and request the needed microfilm roles. You can view the films on microfilm viewers in the reading room and can arrange to have copies made of the desired material for a reasonable fee. Gyula took care of all these formalities prior to our arrival and thus we were able to obtain and study microfilms without much ado. While I could not accomplish all that I wanted, I become convinced that this material had been preserved and is accessible. We left Bratislava with the resolution to return and resume the archival research at another time.

The first village we visited was Bodza, the former Varbogya or Bogya. To my disappointment repeated questioning failed to locate any Bartalos in the village of Bodza and I found no grave markers in the Old Cemetery bearing the name Bartalos. Thus Bartaloses must have left this village more than 100 years ago or the local branch died our before the establishment of the " Old Cemetery ." It would be interesting to find out what caused the disappearance of Bartaloses from Bodza and when did it occur – I thought. Local inhabitants directed me to the neighboring village of Lakszakallas (Sokolce in Slovak), which is so close that you can see it from the western end of Bodza, stating that there I can find Bartaloses.

In Sokolce (once called Lak or Lakszakallas) the first person I stopped on the street proved to be a Bartalos. There I had no problem to find and to be received in a very friendly manner by Bartaloses. This gentleman took us to his parents' house, where Mr. Vince Bartalos and his wife received us most cordially. We tasted their food and in the garden admired their grapes, pears, apples, beehives, pigs, chicken, and other products of their productive and skilled hands. After changing cloth - they were not expecting visitors - he came with us to the cemetery which provided evidence for the long presence of Bartaloses in this village. I made an effort to photograph every tomb marker bearing the name Bartalos.

Mr. Vince Bartalos took us to the house of his niece Mrs. Czibor, nee Maria Bartalos. They too were very friendly, asked us to sit down and offered us fruits and soft drinks. We learned after a short discussion that Maria Bartalos has a sister, Gertrud, who is a physician, and lives and practices medicine in Winnipeg , Canada with her physician husband Dr. Alexander Voros. Of course we exchanged addresses. I found reference to Bartaloses in this village in Borovszky's monograph "Komarom Varmegye es Komarom" referring on page 94 to Bartalos as one the "larger landholders". This book also tells us that with the exception of a few houses, the entire village was destroyed by fire in 1861.

The landscape is dotted by small villages often only a few miles separating them from each other. After driving through Nagymegyer (Velky Meder in Slovak), Alistal (in Slovak Dolny Stal), and Albar (in Slovak Dolny Bar), we arrived to the former Nagymad, now called Mad. This was a Saturday and the main event was a competition between fire companies from neighboring villages testing and comparing their fire readiness in the speed of assembling their hoses and trucks. Obviously this was the place for us to stop. I was quickly directed to Mr. Gyula Bartalos who in turn took us to his maternal uncle Mr. Joseph Bartalos (yes, both of his parents had the last name of Bartalos). He too was very kind and welcoming. He told us that there are five Bartalos families in the village. He provided me with recollections about his family which reached back to his paternal grandfather, Mr. Jozsef Bartalos. He also showed us a photograph of his father, Mr. Gyula Bartalos, taken during World War I (i.e. between 1914 and 1918) while he was serving in the Hungarian Army. He kindly allowed me to make a copy of this picture with my cameras.

 

Gyula Bartalos (right) from Nagymad, Pozsony vm. during World War I. (1914 - 1918)

At the firemen's competition I had the pleasure of meeting the mayor of the village, Ms. Marta Nemeth. She called my attention to a recently published Hungarian language booklet about their village coauthored by her and mentioning Bartaloses therein (Nemeth, M. and Petrovay, R.S.: Mad, Latnivalok, 2000). Since the book and postcard of the village were offered for sale by young ladies at the competition I was able to obtain copies without any difficulty. From this book I learned that the village currently consists of 463 individuals (page 1), that it was called Nagymod in a old documents  and that it was also referred to as Felmod and Kysmod and that it is mentioned in medieval documents as royal property enjoying special privileges. The statement in the book that since the 1700s the village has been referred to as Mad (page 2) needs modification as does the statement that it was a royal property. In Pal Palasthy's book entitled "A Palasthyak" in volume 2, page 85 there is reference to a "Georgius Barthalos de Mad" from a document dated 1561. Thus the name Mad has been in use for at least since the 1500. - During the mongol invasion in the 1200s several settlements in the area have disappeared. In the late 1400s, the booklet stated - the village was often visited by Matthias Corvinus, King of Hungary and Bohemia , on hunting trips (pages 3-4). In 1699 the village population was decimated by plague and, in 1831-32 devastated by cholera. Life was made difficult also by periodic flooding of the Danube river which occurred every 10 to 20 years (page 6). In 1847 fire destroyed the village, including the church (page 11). In 1869 a roman catholic church was build through the efforts of noble Janos Bogyai and his wife Julianna Bartalos (pages 8 and 12). The protestant (reformed) church has a marble table which was ordered for the church by the widow of Mr. Jozsef Bartalos in 1896 to commemorate Hungary 's 1,000 years of existence (page 11-12). The old central cross which was made of stone and placed in the roman catholic section of the cemetery was built in 1908 through the efforts of Mr. Imre Bence and his wife Zsofia Bartalos (page 13).

The Catholic Church in Mad –the former Nagy Mad, Pozsony vm., 2000

We also learn from the booklet that Mad was known for a special kind of pocket knife, painted red and green, and that the art of their creation was passed from father to son. A master creator of the attractive "madi bicskak" (pocket knifes of Mad) was Mr. Otto Bartalos (1927-1979) and also his son Mr. Istvan Bartalos (page 5). Inside of the cemetery, close to the main entrance, is an impressive monument of black marble erected through the initiative of mayor Mrs. Marta Nemeth. It is inscribed in its entirety in Hungarian, dedicated to the "victims of World War I and World War II”, “mercifully from the grateful citizens of Mad 1997". The booklet makes it clear (page 9) that all those listed here (22 for WW I and 9 for WW II) died a hero's death ("hosi halalt'), i.e. were soldiers who died in action. Among those who died in World War I we find listed Ferenc Bartalos and Lajos Bartalos as well as Gyula Bogyai, Kalman Bogyai and Lajos Bogyai. No Bartalos or Bogyai is listed among those who are known to have died from this village in military action in World War II.

In the cemetery we were joined by the sister of Mr. Gyula Bartalos, Mrs. Iren Bartalos. Through her help we were able to locate and photograph every grave marker with the name Bartalos on it. Among the dead we found the grave of the father of Mr. Jozsef Bartalos, and her maternal grandfather Gyula Bartalos, who is one of the two soldiers on the photograph mentioned earlier. He was fortunate to return from the war alive. His grave marker gives the years of his birth and death as 1887 - 1946.

After we left Mad we passed through the villages of Padany (Padan), Csilizpatas (Patas), Csilizradvany (Cilizska Radvan) and Balony (Balon) before reaching Szap or Sap.

A visit to Sap (Szap), where my father was born almost a century ago (in 1902), provided experiences similar to that of Lakszakallas in terms of friendly reception and, like in Mad, in Sap too there was a celebration. An ox was roasting over an open fire in the middle of the village where there stood a Kopjafa, a Transylvanian Hungarian carved wooden column, and a loudspeaker was treating the assembled crowd to American music (yes, to rock-and-roll, regae, etc.) while people conversed in Hungarian. As I learned, it was a yearly celebrated harvest festival. When I pulled over in my car which had a German license plate (we rented it at the Munich airport) and rolled down the window, several males came to offer assistance. They were clearly surprised to hear me speak Hungarian. They asked me if I am Hungarian. When I answered in the affirmative they almost physically pulled me out of the car asking me to join them in the festivities because "I belong there". Unfortunately my only known relative in the village, cousin Piroska Takacs, was out of town as the time of our arrival was incorrectly passed on to her. However we were received most cordially by the brothers Mr. Bela and Mr. Imre Bartalos and their families. With their help we visited my grand father's house, which was still standing but empty and in need of repair. We also went to the cemetery, where I found all my relatives, buried. Here too I made and effort to photograph all grave markers that had the name Bartalos on them.

In these villages the average person is unaware of his or her family's history, but many remember stories about long-dead ancestors who had "a lot of land" but they are either unable or unwilling to provide exact data. Those who live in larger houses are professionals and/or own a business while the farmers, which includes most inhabitants, are financially less well off. In each of these villages people talk of separate Bartalos families with whom they intermarry. It is common to meet people or to see grave markers where both husband and wife had the last name Bartalos. Origin from an other village or difference in religion is cited as proof of no relationship.

While marriages between Protestant and Catholic Bartaloses do occur, they do not seem to be common. Another expression of the long division and probably old animosity between the Catholic and Protestant Bartaloses was the hesitancy on the part of my guides in the cemeteries to direct me to the area where Bartaloses buried were of different religion than our guide. The old wounds inflicted during the forceful conversion of protestants back to Catholicism by Habsburg rulers in the second half of the 17th century, take a long time to heal. I have to state in all fairness that I was never asked for my religion and was received most cordially in all villages. At every village I visited everybody spoke Hungarian. Saddening were however stories about insults and discrimination suffered by their children or grand children who went for advanced studies to Bratislava or other large Slovak cities.

While in other parts of Hungary the Bartalos name is rare, (I did not meet a single Bartalos while growing up in Hungary and attending high school and medical school) in the Csallokoz, in some villages half of the inhabitants are called Bartalos and still many others have the name Bogyay. I hope that I will have the chance to return to the land of these fine people to visit more of their villages and to talk to more of them, expecting thereby to learn more about them and myself too.

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