Georgette, a few years ago I took Hungarian lessons. That in its self was a learning experience. The instructor had been in the Hungarian military and was in charge of teaching Russian to the Hungarian troops. When the wall collapsed the commanding officer called everyone together and announced that Warsaw Pact was strong and life would continue as it had for the last 50 years. Then a week later the commanding officer called everyone together and stated something to the effect "the Warsaw Pact is gone, we must learn English" . So the Russian instructors were challenged with learning English in a matter of months and then teaching the troops. That part was humorous the way she described it. What wasn't humorous was her description of her and so many others who had made huge life sacrifices on the belief that the Soviet system was going to work, it just needed more time and utopia would arrive. They were emotionally crushed to learn how wrong the propaganda was. She described depression and suicide among the believers.
The next amazing event of the lessons was meeting the instructor's mother. She was a survivor of the holocaust and bore the tattoo. A wonderful, cheerful, loving, brilliant and happy woman. G-d bless her.
Old dogs don't learn new tricks so my Hungarian is relegated to a handful of phrases to ask for help and to be polite and courteous. Otherwise I rely on the kindness of the Hungarians to forgive this old fart for his inability to learn.
Nance, the ending hasn't arrived yet .................. still lots of life left......