
Lest We Forget - Stories To Remember - #3 Rosika, The Rose - 11/11/1948
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Stories to remember. Stories of people. Stories of human dignity and decency, told by some of America's outstanding storytellers. We present Vera's arena in a story to remember. Rosica the Rose by Claudia Cranston.
Narrator/Storyteller
First, there was Tony Olivario, who came to Stefan Szabo to ask for his daughter Rosica in marriage. Tony worked in a garage in town and spoke pretty good American. And Stefan Szabo said to him, the next one who wanted to marry Rosika was George Nicolette. He drove out to the Szabo farm at the edge of town one day, and Stephan Szabo said for him?
Mr. Xenophon
No.
Narrator/Storyteller
Papa Szabo must be looking for real Americans for his daughters. Everybody wants an American. So when George Temple, who works at the grocery, asked to marry Rosica, Papa Szabo said no. Well, But Rozika was 19 already. She still had to speak English carefully, so as not to make mistakes. But she was becoming more and more of an American every day.
Rosika Szabo
I do not see, Papa, why you do not ask me about it.
Papa Szabo
Ask you? Are you a Hungarian daughter, are you not?
Rosika Szabo
Yes, Papa. But what if I'm in love with one of them?
Mama Szabo
Hungarian girls do not fall in love until after the wedding.
Rosika Szabo
Rosa.
Mama Szabo
When your father want to marry me, he does not ask me.
Papa Szabo
Although, of course, I could see in your eyes, Margaret.
Mama Szabo
That is another thing, Rosa. Do you love one of them?
Rosika Szabo
No, but I.
Papa Szabo
There is no but here, Rosa. My daughters, they marry the best good Hungarian farmers.
Rosika Szabo
I am a little tired of waiting, Papa.
Mama Szabo
What do you want? Any man for a husband? An Italian?
Rosika Szabo
French?
Mama Szabo
A Greek?
Narrator
No.
Rosika Szabo
But here in America, I am very mixed up. They talk about freedom. Is not freedom also for the young? Did you not, before the war come here also for freedom?
Papa Szabo
Freedom is freedom, Rosa. But Hungarian marries Hungarian.
Narrator/Storyteller
And when Papa Szabo spoke, that was the law. But it seems there's another law, a human one. And that made the trouble. One morning, Rosa walked out of the front gate and down the road toward the business college in town. Piroshka, who was 17 and also beautiful, had already gone to the button factory. And Lenka, who was already very pretty at 15, had gone to school. So Rosika was alone when she came to the business school, in front of which she saw a bright delivery wagon. And on it, in big letters, Icarus Xenophon Confectioner. And down from the small truck hopped a bronze stranger with dark and shining eyes.
Icarus Xenophon
Pardon me. I see you are going to the business college.
Rosika Szabo
The business college is just. I'm just beginning the business college.
Icarus Xenophon
Why does it shake so your voice? I do not will to harm you.
Rosika Szabo
I do not see anyone like you before.
Icarus Xenophon
I do not see anyone like you. Like the flowers of summer.
Rosika Szabo
Please, I must go to the school.
Icarus Xenophon
Wait. When does it finish you this school?
Rosika Szabo
Six months. I will wait here for six months.
Icarus Xenophon
No, but I've come today to the business college to recommend to me a stenographer for my business. It grows too much for me to write the letters.
Rosika Szabo
They grab stenographers from the sidewalk of the business college. So quick like this you?
Icarus Xenophon
Yes.
Rosika Szabo
In April I will be a stenographer.
Icarus Xenophon
I think the letters do not grow too much for me until April. You wish for a long time to be a stenographer?
Rosika Szabo
It was my wish to go to the academy to learn to be a lady. But my mother said. Of what use as a lady? My mother wished me to go to the factory and learn to make suspenders. But my father was afraid I would fall in love with an American suspenders man.
Icarus Xenophon
Do you fall in love Easy.
Rosika Szabo
I have never had a chance.
Icarus Xenophon
I'm glad. Do you have to go to the business college hall? Six months. In three months, two. You will be the best stenographer.
Rosika Szabo
I do not think in two months.
Icarus Xenophon
Now come to work for me now.
Rosika Szabo
I did not go to college yet.
Icarus Xenophon
Or you can finish learning on the typewriter in my sorry shop.
Rosika Szabo
Thank you. But please let go my hand.
Icarus Xenophon
Well, I found it in mine.
Piroshka
Who.
Rosika Szabo
Who are you?
Icarus Xenophon
See, on the delivery wagon is my name Ikarazenophon.
Rosika Szabo
I see, but I mean, what kind of a name?
Icarus Xenophon
I'm Greek.
Rosika Szabo
Greek?
Icarus Xenophon
What does it matter? What are you?
Rosika Szabo
I Hungarian.
Icarus Xenophon
Oh, I remember. From Europe. But no, I do not care.
Rosika Szabo
You do not care? I.
Icarus Xenophon
But wait. I came to this school for a stenographer. I Ikara Xenophon. And here I met you. What is your name?
Rosika Szabo
My name?
Icarus Xenophon
Tell me.
Rosika Szabo
My name is Rosika Zabo.
Narrator/Storyteller
During the week that followed, the name of Icarus Xenophon seemed To be mixed in with her stenographic lessons. Then one evening, Rosika caught up with her sister Piroshka. On the way home, there was a thick New England fog, and Rozyka didn't see Piroshka until she was close.
Rosika Szabo
Was that a locket you had in your hand, Piroshka?
Piroshka
Locket? What locket?
Rosika Szabo
The one you put away so quickly inside your sweater, on that red ribbon.
Piroshka
It is just a ribbon. And there is no locket.
Rosika Szabo
Let me see it.
Piroshka
Rosa, let go. Don't. Don't open it.
Rosika Szabo
Oh, this is the face of a prince.
Piroshka
Do you think so?
Rosika Szabo
Are you in love with him? Peroshka? What is his name?
Piroshka
Kouvades. Is his name Kouvades? He says it is Latin. It is his duke. It means. Where are you going? I will not tell you his real name yet.
Rosika Szabo
And if you marry him, your name will be Piroshka. Where are you going?
Piroshka
Oh, no.
Rosika Szabo
Will you marry him? Did he ask Papa yet?
Piroshka
No, he did not ask. And he will not.
Rosika Szabo
He will not. Piroshka. What is his name?
Piroshka
His first name is Pietro. He is a tailor in town.
Rosika Szabo
Piroshka In Italian.
Piroshka
So what? What is wrong? He is handsome and I love him. You think I will be an old maid like you?
Rosika Szabo
Pirozhk.
Piroshka
I will not listen to you or anybody walk home alone in the fog. You will remain an old maid nor die.
Rosika Szabo
But you cannot marry somebody who is not Icarus. Ikaros.
Icarus Xenophon
Rosika, I cannot wait. I came to the school, but I was too late, so I followed.
Rosika Szabo
Let me go. My sister's ahead. There she will see.
Icarus Xenophon
She's gone in the fog. Rosika, my love. I wandered in the mist too long without you. I cannot wait.
Rosika Szabo
I must go home. Let me go.
Icarus Xenophon
Rosika, my rose. Do you not love me as I love you?
Rosika Szabo
I, Icarus.
Icarus Xenophon
Shall I go? Shall I leave you?
Rosika Szabo
No, no.
Icarus Xenophon
Then do you love me too?
Rosika Szabo
Is love like this? Are people like this when they love?
Icarus Xenophon
Always like this? Everybody the same.
Rosika Szabo
Mama, Papa, I've got a stenographer's job already by a shop at 223 Elm
Papa Szabo
street and you're only a week at the business college.
Rosika Szabo
Yes, Papa. A shopkeeper who needs someone to write his letters. And the same time to learn to be a stenographer on this typewriter.
Mama Szabo
A stenographer? Of what are you?
Rosika Szabo
A confectionery shop, Mama.
Piroshka
Does it sell ice cream?
Rosika Szabo
Yes, Lenke. But you will please not to come around and ask for any.
Piroshka
Oh, will I please not Mama, if
Rosika Szabo
Lenka will hang around the confectionery shop and ask for ice cream, I will no longer be employed by Mr. Xenophon.
Papa Szabo
Xenophon? Xenophon. Is that a Turko name?
Rosika Szabo
A Turco name, Papa. Of course it is not a Turko name. It is Greek.
Piroshka
Greek? Greek, eh? Oh, Rosika.
Rosika Szabo
Never mind, Piroshka. I only work for him.
Papa Szabo
He is married. He has a wife? Rosika?
Rosika Szabo
Yes, yes, Papa. And very beautiful.
Papa Szabo
Well then, all right, it is safe to work for him.
Narrator/Storyteller
So a crisis passed. But with every day at the confectionary, another one approached. Until one morning.
Icarus Xenophon
Rosica, my rose, I love you. I cannot live without you. Marry me today and never leave me
Rosika Szabo
if you are loving me so much, Ikaros. Yes, but if we go to the church, my parents will know all at once.
Icarus Xenophon
Let us go then, to the justice of the Peace. And then you can tell them slowly. Then it will be too late for them to say no.
Narrator/Storyteller
So a wedding ring joined the diamond ring on a ribbon around Rosa's neck. But as for telling her parents slowly, she hadn't counted on 15 year old Lenka.
Piroshka
Mama. Mama. Mama.
Mama Szabo
Lenka. Lenka. Daughter, do not shout so.
Piroshka
But Mama, when I found out about Rosika.
Mama Szabo
Found out? What did you find out?
Piroshka
She kisses the Greek in the soda shop.
Mama Szabo
What?
Rosika Szabo
What?
Mama Szabo
Are you crazy?
Piroshka
No, Mama.
Mama Szabo
Lenkazabo. I thought. Didn't I tell you? I told you to stay away from there.
Piroshka
I did, Mama.
Mama Szabo
The people saw.
Piroshka
They told me. Oh, Mama. What will the beautiful Mrs. Xenophon do?
Mama Szabo
What will she do? What will I? Mr. Policeman, you wait here outside.
Piroshka
Let me go in with you, Mama.
Mama Szabo
No, Piroshka. First I find out if this is the truth.
Policeman
Your mother's got the right idea, Miss. I wouldn't want to be wrong about this myself. But of course, if your sister looks at all like you and your mother. You just leave that banana man to me. Fooling around with you or Rosa like that when he's married. Although this is the first that I knew he had a wife.
Mama Szabo
He's got. You wait here.
Mr. Xenophon
Yes, madam.
Piroshka
You.
Mama Szabo
I have come to tell the beautiful Mrs. Xenophon what you are.
Mr. Xenophon
Who, me? She make our lunch in the back. What? What am I?
Mama Szabo
You are not true to the beautiful wife.
Mr. Xenophon
Ay. Who tells you this? To my beautiful wife. I'm through forever.
Mama Szabo
Take gossamenver. No, I talk English. You, Mr. Xenophon, you are a wump. A male wamp. I can see in your eye.
Mr. Xenophon
You cannot see a wamp. In my eye. I'm a confectioner.
Mama Szabo
A womp, a wamp. Not true. To the beautiful Mrs. Xenophon.
Mr. Xenophon
Mama, your mom. Rosika, my rose.
Icarus Xenophon
Come here.
Mama Szabo
Tell her, Rosika, your rose. Vermin.
Piroshka
Wormin.
Mama Szabo
I say you are vermin.
Rosika Szabo
She means ikaroska. When she gets excited, the V and the W gets twisted.
Mr. Xenophon
I am not vermin with v either. With w. Policeman.
Mama Szabo
Piroshka.
Rosika Szabo
Mama. Policeman? What for?
Mama Szabo
Here he is, Mr. Policeman.
Rosika Szabo
Pinch him.
Mr. Xenophon
Pinch me?
Piroshka
Oh, Soruzika, you kiss with the Greek. Oh, you shut your mouth, Piroshka. You don't know what you love.
Policeman
Quiet now. Will you all be quiet so I can figure out what's going on?
Rosika Szabo
You be quiet so I tell what's going on.
Piroshka
Look.
Rosika Szabo
Look, Piroshka. Look, Mama.
Piroshka
Redding ring.
Policeman
Say, is there a mix up here? Are you the beautiful Mrs. Xenophon they were telling about?
Rosika Szabo
I myself.
Mr. Xenophon
Sure. What do you think, Rosika?
Rosika Szabo
Mama, don't cry.
Piroshka
She is married. Honestly.
Rosika Szabo
Look here. The papers. I am married in English to a Greek.
Mama Szabo
Rosica. To a Greek?
Mr. Xenophon
What is this? Look. Look at me, Mama.
Rosika Szabo
Look. Ikaro says look.
Mama Szabo
All right.
Mr. Xenophon
Look what way me here. Why do you say Greek like poison? What is Greek? Not a man. What do you want for a husband?
Mama Szabo
Hungarian.
Mr. Xenophon
You want a man who is honest, nice, kind, good to the wife. Every Hungarian is so, no. All right, then, it's not the matter. Greek or Hungarian, I am bad. Ask Rosa.
Rosika Szabo
He is good, Mama. My husband.
Mr. Xenophon
All right. How do you like if a Greek says hungarian, you are not good enough for me.
Mama Szabo
Hungarian is good enough for everybody.
Mr. Xenophon
All right. That's what I say in this country. Is everybody good enough for everybody? The Greek is the same. You tell me the Greek is not good enough, Then somebody else can say to you, you're not good enough.
Policeman
Ma', am, it's none of my business now, but if you want my two cents for it. I know how it makes me sore when somebody looks down his nose at the Irish. And then sometimes I forget and turn around and I do the same thing to somebody else. Now, it looks to me like you can't live with each other that way in this country or anyplace else. Your daughter's got a husband. And even if your name's Whatsit and his or Xenophon, well, it looks like the husband and the wife satisfied, don't it, Mama?
Rosika Szabo
Kiss your new son.
Mama Szabo
Well, where is he? I can't see with water in the eyes.
Narrator/Storyteller
Of course, Mama had a little trouble with Papa. But there were his wife and two daughters against him, and his wife surprised him so much he hardly knew what to say. And after all, Rosika was married already. But one thing Mama and Papa did want, And they got their way at church next Sunday afternoon. And though Papa and Mama didn't know it, a certain Pietro Quo Vadis was there too, looking hopefully at their second daughter, Viroshka.
Narrator
Stories to Remember is a Lest We Forget presentation of the Institute for Democratic Education. It is offered as a reminder of America's promise of equal opportunity for all, regardless of color, creed, or national origin. Vera Zarina was starred in today's story Rosika the Rose by Claudia Cranston, published in the Atlantic Monthly. David Ross was the narrator. The story was adapted for radio by Jack Vancover, Directed by Earl McGill, and produced by Harold Franklin. Listen in again next week at this same time for another story to remember.
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Harold's Old Time Radio – "Lest We Forget - Stories To Remember - #3 Rosika, The Rose" (May 23, 2026)
This episode of "Harold’s Old Time Radio" features the radio drama "Rosika, The Rose," part of the "Stories to Remember" series. The story, originally published in The Atlantic Monthly and adapted for radio, explores the tensions and transformations of immigrant life in early-20th-century America, focusing on themes of love, tradition, and the meaning of freedom across generations. Set within a Hungarian-American family, it examines the challenges of cultural assimilation versus the preservation of heritage, all told through the lens of a daughter, Rosika, navigating her family’s expectations and her own heart.
“But here in America, I am very mixed up. They talk about freedom. Is not freedom also for the young? Did you not, before the war, come here also for freedom?” (02:39, Rosika)
“I do not see anyone like you. Like the flowers of summer.” (03:48, Icarus)
“It was my wish to go to the academy to learn to be a lady. But my mother said – of what use as a lady? My mother wished me to go to the factory and learn to make suspenders. But my father was afraid I would fall in love with an American suspenders man.” (04:28, Rosika)
Sibling Rivalries and Secret Loves:
Rosika discovers her younger sister Piroshka’s secret romance with Pietro, an Italian tailor. Their banter highlights generational change and the desire for personal choice:
“You think I will be an old maid like you?” (06:59, Piroshka)
Rosika’s Own Secret Meetings:
Rosika advances her relationship with Icarus, culminating in a clandestine marriage plan to avoid immediate family opposition (07:18–09:06).
Family and Community Shock:
Rumors of Rosika’s romance reach Mama Szabo, prompting outrage and confusion—particularly as assumptions are challenged about Icarus’ marital status (09:47–12:14).
"You, Mr. Xenophon, you are a wump. A male wamp. I can see in your eye." (11:01, Mama Szabo)
Confrontation at the confectionery:
Chaotic, humorous scene with family, a policeman, and Icarus, who stands up for the universality of love and goodness:
“All right, then, it's not the matter. Greek or Hungarian, I am bad. Ask Rosa.” (12:40, Icarus)
“How do you like if a Greek says Hungarian, you are not good enough for me?” (12:50, Icarus)
“That’s what I say in this country. Is everybody good enough for everybody? The Greek is the same. You tell me the Greek is not good enough, then somebody else can say to you, you're not good enough.” (12:56, Icarus)
A Voice of Reason:
The Irish policeman reflects on the folly of ethnic prejudice, urging the family to see past origins:
“It looks to me like you can't live with each other that way in this country or anyplace else. Your daughter's got a husband. And even if your name's Whatsit and his or Xenophon, well, it looks like the husband and the wife satisfied, don't it, Mama?” (13:07, Policeman)
Family Reconciliation:
Mama is moved to accept her daughter’s marriage, sharing a heartfelt, tearful moment:
“Well, where is he? I can't see with water in the eyes.” (13:37, Mama Szabo)
Hint at More Change:
The episode closes with the implication that further generational transformation is inevitable, as Piroshka’s Italian beau Pietro is spotted at church (14:33).
Rosika’s Declaration of Confusion and Longing for Freedom:
“But here in America, I am very mixed up. They talk about freedom. Is not freedom also for the young?” — Rosika Szabo (02:39)
Comic Exchange over Cultural Traditions:
“Hungarian girls do not fall in love until after the wedding.” — Mama Szabo (02:08)
The Wisdom of the Policeman:
“I know how it makes me sore when somebody looks down his nose at the Irish. And then sometimes I forget and turn around and I do the same thing to somebody else.” (13:07)
Climax: Mama’s Tears and Acceptance:
“Well, where is he? I can't see with water in the eyes.” — Mama Szabo (13:37)
"Lest We Forget: Rosika the Rose" is a heartwarming, occasionally comic exploration of the immigrant American experience, echoing timeless conflicts between tradition and personal happiness. Through its vivid portrayal of family life, love, and multicultural challenges, it reminds listeners of America's promise of equal opportunity for all, regardless of origin.