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The name Mihok, generally pronounced MEE-HOAK, though I personally pronounce my name MY HAWK (thus giving rise to a family joke, in which we call ourselves the MyEagles) is somewhat related to the name Michael, and arose when Transylvania was part of Hungary, hundreds of years ago. There is a St. Michael, who was famed in Hungarian lore, but I don't know if there is any connection. The name is quite rare, but there was another Mihok family in the town where I grew up (and one of their sons was in the same residence hall as I was, at U of T!) and there's a Dash Mihok on TV. Variations in the name include Miholic, Mikol, etc. which imply a Slavic connection. And that's all I can tell you about the Mihok name! If you wish to know more Mihok history, unfortunately my dad, who had all the facts at his fingertips, died in 1999, and most of the knowledge died with him. My grandmother, pictured above, was a Mihok only by marriage (and repudiated it as soon as possible, since her husband was a violent drunkard and she left him) and she knew nothing about the name and was less than interested. (Her name, Halasz, means "Fisher" and refers to families who would fish in the huge Danube river marshes.)

Some further information: my mother said that the name was considered local to the Borsod province of Hungary where she grew up. My dad was from Fuzesabony. My mother talked about the town called Keresztespuspoki which apparently (Google maps) no longer exists... the names seem pretty weird to the English eye but they aren't pronounced the way they look. (I seem to recall that my dad's home town was pronounced sort of like FuhsAshabOwNyr where yr is the closest English spelling I can think of to the ny sound. The name crackled right off the tongue with a harsh rapidity which is typical of the Hungarian my parents and grandparents spoke, though apparently this was rural, and in the cities they spoke a softer, slurred-sounding dialect.) (May 2007 - Ms. Olga Palatics just told me that Keresztespuspoki still exists -- she was there in 2004.)

My grandfather, a scholarly person, came to Canada in 1918 after being the sole survivor of his Hussar regiment (a non combatant, he took care of the horses) in WWI. He was a diamond miner in Kimberly and then after riding the rails to Saskatchewan in the Great Depression he bought and ran a tobacco farm in West Lorne Ontario until in an accident with the tractor (he was dragged across the field by the plough) he broke his neck in 1967. Then he retired (and regained the ability to walk, to everyone's astonishment) until he was killed in a bicycle accident in front of his house. My grandmother, his second wife, was a factory manager until the war put her out of work, and then came to Canada as a refugee after the war. She suffered from a reaction to medication and became senile for the last 18 years of her life. (My other grandmother remained in Hungary and remarried. I last saw her in 1971. She also lived to the age of 87.) I met my grandfather's younger brother, who resembled him in appearance, after my grandfather's death, but he and his family had a schism back in 1918 and he never had any other contact with them.

This Temporary Resurrection of the Site has Lasted a Lot Longer than Originally Expected... Occasional updates as the spirit moves me! NOTE -- the ART WORK can't be here any more because I have only 5 MEGS here... when I get my new site, it ought to be able to support animated GIFS and all those goodies! But I need to get out of debt first.
April 2002 - Still not out of debt, things get worse daily. Hope you like the photo of me, my sisters and my grandparents at 430 Willis Dr. back in April 1966! I love it. Too wild. My grandparents are still alive to me... how I miss them. RIP 1980 Ferenc Arvai and 1989 Erszebet Halasz.


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