A Hungarian memory.

I bought this relatively tall Hungarian Hollóháza 1831 handpainted porcelain lady years back, as gift to my mother, when she had been looking after our two boys, so Mrs B could follow me on a business trip to Budapest, and we could spend the weekend there. I got the Hungarian lady back after my mother passed away. Today I look upon the lady with other eyes than I did when she was with my mother. Today I feel items that give me good memories become more valuable to me the older I get.