When he was here among us, there was no need for much talking if you could sing instead. That\u2019s the kind of friend he was. Few words, many deeds, and if we were in need: all the help, with anything, anytime. Even if we hadn\u2019t seen each other for years.<\/p>
What mattered to him was the deed, the work well done; that all we had let into our hearts, the preservation of peasant culture, should not disappear without a trace over the stormy decades we had been given. The countless adventures, struggles or joyful moments we\u2019d had together.<\/p>
And, whenever the opportunity arose: few words, but many-many beautiful songs from \u021aara C\u0103latei, stretching into the dawn. They were his songs, too. He\u2019d brought them with him, collecting them, as he had learnt from Uncle Kall\u00f3s Zoli.<\/p>
Not for himself. For us, too.<\/p>
Now, his songs have departed him. And he, too, has departed us; but the melodies remain. They swell above us, like smoke on a nice day in autumn. They\u2019ve taken residence in our mouths singing, our hands playing, and in our souls; indelibly. It is up to us whether they will be preserved, now that, after so many good people, he has also left us.<\/p>
And while we still sing them, Lengyel L\u00e1szl\u00f3 \u201cT\u00fcrei\u201d will also remain among us. He strengthens and encourages us never to stop. So that we, too, as he did throughout his life and his songs, should keep alive what the ancients had bequeathed us. Until the end of time.<\/p>
Kelemen L\u00e1szl\u00f3<\/p>
(Speech at the Reformed Church of Turea, 1 April 2023)<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":3516,"template":"","class_list":["post-6226","mesterek","type-mesterek","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","description-off"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n