Uncle Zolt will always be remembered in my heart. His company was enjoyable. My first memory of him as a child was my mother introducing us in Grandma's living room. I was so shy and soft spoken when I was getting my greeting out that he nick named me Squeaky and called me that ever since. I loved watching him fix our colored Zenith television in the living room and recall being his helper calling out the colors I saw and the sharpness. He would send small presents from his travels such as a Japanese Gashia doll and a pen that wrote up side down. He was a bit of an enigma. Rest in piece.
I remember as a young boy Uncle Pete took me, my brother and cousins to Shea stadium to see the Mets play in the early 70's. What a great day and what great patience on behalf of my Uncle. We pestered the heck out of him to buy us year books and batting helmets. He was a good sport, buying us what we wanted and I will never forget the day. He also came to my grade school when I was in the 6th grade and provided a lecture on what he did on the Alaskan pipe line in the 70's. God speed Uncle Pete! I appreciate everything you did for me as a youngster. You will not be forgotten. AJ
