May God welcome you into His kingdom, Cousin Barkev

May the Lord bless you and keep you,  may the Lord make His face to shine upon you and give you peace, dear cousin Barkev Bablouzian.

Photo by Marash Girl taken at a Marashtsi event many years ago.  Barkev Bablouzian (his wife Salpi to his right)  is pointing to a Marash embroidery that his mother Armenouhi Bilezikjian Bablouzian made.

Steaming Open an Envelope, Nancy Drew Style

While on vacation in Chatham, Marash Girl taught her grandson Raffi how Nancy Drew would have steamed open an envelope that had been sealed and needed to be secretly opened.  Here you see Raffi practicing what Marash Girl preached!

Tell it to the priest!

At a recent yard sale, a woman asked Marash Girl if she could have the candlesticks in question for 50 cents rather than $5.00 because the woman was buying it for her church.  Marash Girl replied, "If it's for the church, you can have it for free."  The woman insisted that she should be 50 cents for the candlesticks.  Marash Girl insisted that if the candlesticks were for the church, she should take them for free.  The woman, looking chagrined, walked away without the candlesticks.

Clearing Out . . .

Today, Marash Girl called the church to find out what they would like to have for donations for their "Attic Treasures" table at their upcoming bazaar.  She was told, "No books. No dish sets."  What's going on?  Would this suggest that folks are no longer reading books (at least not buying them, even at 50 cents each), or that folks are no longer eating out of china/glass dishes (only takeout)?  Or even worse, never entertaining at home?  Yikes. Have times changed!

"Hatred Has No Home Here" - Yesterday at the corner of Walnut and Beacon Streets, Newton, Massachusetts

Photo by unknown sister protestor
Counselor Scott Lennon, candidate for Mayor of Newton, Massachusetts, holds sign with Marash Girl proclaiming that "Hate Has No Home Here!" 

                                                                  

                                                                    "Love, Not Hate, Makes America Great!"               Photo by Marash Girl                             

                                                                                                               "Grandmothers for Peace!"                                   Photo by Marash Girl                                                                    

"No Room For Hate Anywhere!"

Calling Names

Calling names is as old as mankind . . . or at least as old as Marash Girl.  Starting early on, kids in the neighborhood would call each other names, or in other ways "out" them.  How were we taught to respond?  With the simple statement, "Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me."  So sometimes the kids would reply to that by throwing sticks or stones!

Names will never hurt?  Depending on who you are, where you are, and who's calling you what names!

Freedom of Speech

The ongoing discussion about free speech brings to mind a discussion Marash Girl had with her mom and dad when she was nigh high to a grasshopper.

Her question:  "So is it okay if I tell someone that I think that their ugly?"

Camp Haiastan

Dancing to a live Armenian band at Camp Haiastan today brought back memories of the old days, the very old days, when the dance floors at the Armenian picnics would be crowded, young and old dancing to music from their ancient homeland.

The End of a Beautiful Vacation on Cape Cod

Marash Boy and Marash Girl drove Raffi to Liberty State Park where his mom picked him up.  It was the end of their wonderful vacation in Chatham on Old Cape Cod!

Paradise Clouded Over

It's always so much easier to leave paradise when it's clouded over!

At the Rubber Duckie Store, Chatham, Massachusetts

Raffi at the Rubber Ducky Store, Chatham, Massachusetts

"Donald Take Quack America!"

                                                      Believe it or not, Raffi had to struggle his way through the line at Chatham's rubber duckie store, past adults of all sizes and ages.  He survived to tell the tale!

Trouble in Paradise

Upon first arriving in Chatham, on the walkway above Lighthouse Beach,  Marash Girl noticed a plethora of TV cameras, police cars, and local gawkers.

Fearing the worst, Marash Girl tentatively approached one of the TV broadcasters and asked what was going on.  "See that boat over there?  The boat on the front lawn of the lighthouse?"

"Yes.  What about it?"

"They just found a dead body in that boat."

 

   

 And on to Tuesday morning when Marash Girl walked to the local Ocean State Job Lot to buy a cap with a bill to keep the sun out of her eyes on her morning walks -- (MG had forgotten hers at home . . . ), she got to talking with the check out lady about Saturday's occurrence.  Marash Girl asked, "What happened yesterday?"
The woman behind the counter answered.  "He was a friend of my son's. A wonderful boy.  He was married with a little three year old daughter.  But he was bipolar. When he went missing, his family thought he had gone to Puerto Rico, leaving his car here at the beach.  He was a friend of my son -- oh, my son works for the sheriff's department.  They're going to check this out, believe me!  Some say that the Coast Guard is at fault, as once the young man got inside of the boat, the lock system prevented him from any means of escape!"

The next day, Marash Girl met a women -- they were both waiting to see the play at the Monomoy Theatre in Chatham.  Her son was friends with the young man.  All of Chatham is grieving this tragedy.

Troubled In Paradise

Yesterday, Marash Girl came upon evidence of a troubled mind, a troubled mind in paradise.  Attempting to help her grandson find the perfect "skipping" stones for skimming across the surface of the glacial pond, rather than flat stones, Marash Girl found flat pieces of broken glass.  Her grandson barefoot beside her,  Marash Girl became concerned, and ran ahead of him as she gathered the broken glass.  Strange, it had not been there the year before.  It was not sea glass, smoothed by the action of water.  This glass was sharp edged; glass shards.

Where had the glass come from?  Soon she was to find the answer.

A man came walking along the shore, asking Marash Girl what she was seeking along the edge of the pond.  Marash Girl explained.  He answered,  "My wife comes down here every day to clear the pond edge of broken glass.  We don't know where it's coming from."  Commiserating with the gentleman, Marash Girl continued to pocket the small pieces of broken glass.  The gentleman left, but soon a woman arrived, the gentleman's wife.  She repeated the story her husband had told Marash Girl.  

"I come down here every day and, as best I can, clear the edges of the pond of broken glass."  

"Where could this glass be coming from?" Marash Girl queried.

The woman answered.  "I think it's someone with a very sick mind.  S/he must come down here daily with a bag of broken glass and sprinkle it along the edge of the pond."

"But why?"

Readers, if you have the answer, please comment below.

I'm so rich . . .

Three fellows walk out of a bar . . .

Says one:  "I'm so rich, I can burn $10," as he takes out a ten dollar bill and holds a lighted match to it.

Says the second:  "I'm so rich, I can burn $20," as he takes out a twenty dollar bill and holds a lighted match to it.

Says the third: "I'm so rich, I can burn a $100," as he takes out his check book and writes a check for one hundred dollars, and holds a lighted match to it.

Upon telling brother James the above joke, brother James replied, "I'm so rich because I never burn money, ever!"

Bored? Try a jigsaw puzzle!

           
 She was, and she did!  She completed this used once, 300 piece puzzle, the puzzle she had purchased on the first day of their Cape Cod vacation, while Marash Boy took a long summer's nap!  And, guess what?  There were no pieces missing!

Chatham: "All through the year, it's a holiday here!"

This structure was created for the 4th of July parade by artist Craig Phillips of Chatham, Massachusetts.  
Located on the corner of Route 28 and George Ryder Road,
the structure welcomes all to enjoy Chatham throughout the year.

Jigsaw Puzzles Mark Long Lazy Days

The first thing Marash Girl does when she is away on vacation is purchase a jigsaw puzzle -- at a yard sale, if she's lucky, the puzzle missing no pieces, if she's even luckier.  And this past week was no exception.  No sooner had they (Marash Girl and Marash Boy) turned the corner onto Indian Hill Road North but she saw -- yes -- a yard sale on the left, just before they had to take a right -- a yard sale that she would not have seen (and would that have made Marash Boy happy) had the sale occurred on the next block.

A yard sale at the end of the day, you say?

Yes!  When folks are trying to give away all that did not sell . . . and what was sitting there unsold but the making of her favorite vacation pastime (for those late nights, early mornings, or rainy days . . . rainy days on a vacation in New England?  Never (-:) !  You guessed it!  A jigsaw puzzle.  Granted, not a puzzle of the ocean or a lighthouse, but a puzzle of a "Riverfest"!  And as it's looking like rain outside (not inside, of course), Marash Girl just might finish that puzzle today, a week before her vacation ends.  She's wondering if another jigsaw puzzle will present itself before she has to leave for home . . .

110 IN THE SHADE

To celebrate Marash Boy's birthday, Marash Girl invited Marash Boy to the Monomoy Theatre in Chatham to see "110 in the Shade", a musical with Sarah Killough and Gregory Rodriguez in the lead roles and a live orchestra above the stage (NOT in the pit, where orchestra's are usually relegated) . . . Marash Girl's invitation was made with some trepidation, as Marash Boy is not known to "love" musicals; nevertheless, the invitation was made and accepted . . . much to everyone's joy!

The Monomoy Theatre's presentation of "110 in the Shade" is not to be missed.  The acting, the live orchestration, the singing, the cast, the performance as a whole was spectacular.

Granted, Marash Girl had secured front row seats in honor of Marash Boy's birthday, and still there were no flaws to be noted . . . no flaws whatsoever!

Based on the play, THE RAINMAKER, the show never ceased to entertain.

If you're on the Cape or near Chatham, go see THE RAINMAKER!  You won't be sorry!

Happy Birthday, Marash Boy!

                        Celebrating Marash Boy's birthday at Wequassett Resort, Harwich

A curse or a blessing?

Thursday, wandering around Star Market looking for fresh fruit, Marash Girl happened upon a young woman who stood tall.  Something alerted her to speak to the young woman: "You're very beautiful."
Responding to Marash Girl's compliment, the young woman began recounting her struggle (and success) with overcoming an addiction to prescription medicine, prescription medicine that her doctors continued to prescribe.

The encounter reminded Marash Girl of her time in the hospital when the doctors prescribed Morphine to MG.  What it did to MG's head, she cannot describe.  "Can't you just give me aspirin?" she asked.  "No," they assured MG; "the aspirin will make you bleed."
"Well, I'm not taking this morphine.  I'd rather have the pain than deal with the effects that the morphine is causing in my head!" countered Marash Girl!

And we wonder why addiction is becoming so rampant!

Ann Campbell, May You Rest In Peace

                                                                                                       Photo by Marash Girl
Above, WBUR volunteer Ann Campbell (may she rest in peace) chats with Zack Ezor, WBUR's Coordinator  of volunteers at a WBUR fundraiser several years ago.  
Ann, we'll miss you!  

                   "May the Lord bless you and keep you, may the Lord 

                     make his face to shine upon you and give you peace."

                           

The Lucky Ones: Enjoying Colorado

The photographer needs to be in this photo as well, but he must have been
"enjoying the view" too much to set the camera on automatic and look at the camera rather than the view!

Emptying the Warehouse

Great exercise, both physically and emotionally!

Don't wish your life away!

When Deron was a little boy, he would wait with bated breath for the next holiday, be it Thanksgiving, Christmas, his birthday, summer vacation . . .   His mother, mean mother that she was, completely without empathy for his excitement, would invariably say, "Don't wish your life away!"

Is that what happens when we forget what it's like to be a child?

What's wrong with these pancakes?

Making pancakes this Sunday morning reminded Marash Girl of a true story that her Aunt Zabelle related to her many years ago, a story Aunt Zabelle's best friend, Mrs. Evans, had told Aunt Zabelle.
According to Mrs. Evans, her young son Burt used to make pancakes for the family every Sunday morning, but one Sunday morning, the family was away on vacation, and went out to a restaurant to order . . . you guessed it . . . pancakes!

Burt took the first bite of his restaurant prepared pancake and paused, fork in air.  "These don't taste right!" he commented.  Mrs. Evans laughed.  The pancakes didn't taste right . . . they didn't taste like Burt's pancakes,  because the restaurant's pancakes were not burned!

THE QUICKEST WAY TO THE HOSPITAL

Years ago, right after church, cousin David and Marash Girl were hanging out on the sidewalk waiting for our parents when a car pulled up and asked for the quickest way to the hospital.  Cousin David, without hesitation, answered, "See that telephone pole over there?  Just crash right into it!"

You're too religious!

After hearing the results of the presidential election, Marash Girl fled to the local McDonald's to "drown her sorrows", as it were.  Upon settling at one of the window side tables, she heard folks speaking Armenian behind her, applauding the promised political efforts at keeping refugees out of this country. When she turned around to address, the speakers, she engaged them in discussion by quoting Jesus who said, "What you do unto the least of these, you do unto me!"

They're answer?

"You're too religious!"

Matthew 25:40

And  the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you,  Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren,  ye have done it unto me.

Attending Jim's Memorial Service on Old Cape Cod

It was Thursday, a perfect Cape Cod day; Marash Girl and Marash Boy in Chatham to attend a memorial service for their good friend, Jim Patriquin.  And they did.  They remembered Jim so well as did all of his friends.  A wonderful man, Jim.  And sorely missed.

Following the service, Marsh Girl and Marash Boy headed back to their little cabin off of Pleasant Street in Chatham --  a cabin that reminded Marash Girl of the days she spent as a child in Rumney, New Hampshire.  A simple cabin in the woods, with an outdoor shower, and the beach a half mile walk down the street.

Marash Boy dutifully parked the old Volvo station wagon behind the cabin to ensure that the rutted dirt road around the cabin would be free for others visiting the cabin enclave.  And that, as they say, was where the "rubber hit the road", or rather, in this scenario, the radiator hit a boulder and the water flowed out of the radiator and made the grass below the car very happy, but the driver of the car very unhappy.

Thanks to AAA, Marash Boy was able to arrange a ride (for the car and its passengers), the car on the back of the tow truck, the owners on the front seat of the tow truck, all the way back to Newton, safe and sound.  The passengers, that is.  The car ended up in the repair shop, for how long, they have yet to learn!

Setti Warren for Governor

              Volunteers gather in the basement of a Newton Centre home to make telephone calls encouraging folks to consider voting for 

               Setti Warren for Governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

The Pink Barn

Little Girl:  What's that?

Marash Girl: A barn!

Little Girl:  Why isn't it painted red?

Marash Girl:  You can paint your barn whatever color you want!

Little Girl:  When I grow up and have a barn, I'm going to paint my barn pink!

Newton the 65th safest city in the country?

Hey, Marash Girl remembers when the folks in Newton never locked their doors!  Not so today!

Advice from a local policeman:  No home is safe from burglary, unless you have nothing the burglar wants!  And there's the answer to a safe home!

"Do as I say!"

"Do as I say!  Not as I do!" So spoke Peter, Marash Girl's father, when Marash Girl was old enough to begin questioning his orders by quipping, "But you do that!"  How dared she speak to her father that way?  Well, he did teach her to speak up for the right!

We miss you, Daddy!

Do you live the perfect life?

One day, five year old Marash Girl came home from church (the United Armenian Brethren Evangelical Church of Watertown, Massachusetts) with a handful of religious tracts.  Soon after Sunday dinner, she headed out the front door with the tracts clutched in her little hand.

"Where are you going?"  asked her father.

"I'm going to tell our neighbors about Jesus," she answered.

"When folks ask you what is it in your life that makes you live as you do, then you can tell them about Jesus.  But until then, don't talk. Live the life."

Do I have a deal for you!

Telephone rings. . .

Peter:  Hello?

Salesman:  Do I have a deal for you!  I can get you $10 for every $1 you invest!

Peter:  Sorry.  I invest $10 to make $1.  Goodbye!

Composting and Grandpa Peter

Grandpa Peter took composting very seriously, way before composting was the fashion for gardeners.  Grandma Jennie took composting as seriously as Grandpa Peter, and would save every scrap of vegetable leavings for the compost pile.  Grandpa Peter would grind fallen sticks and leaves and add those to the compost pile.  What lush soil was gifted to the garden as a result.  Not a scrap of vegetable was wasted; if it wasn't eaten, it was in the garden to enrich this season's vegetables.  Oh, for those good old days . .  . and those good old garden fresh vegetables!

Honesty is the Best Policy!

Overheard:

Tom:  You look great!

Joy:  Yes, but it takes longer than it used to!

What's Going On With The Sparrows?

Yesterday, walking home from the bank, I felt a sparrow (deliberately) skim over the top of my head as it flew to a low branch that hovered over the sidewalk.  

What's going on with the sparrows these days?  Is it the humidity that's getting to them?  

Anyone else experiencing sparrow attacks?

Yet Another Message From the Heavens?

Yesterday, at noon, waiting for the bus to Springfield at Framingham Shoppers World, Marash Boy and Marash Girl took shelter from the sun by standing under the shade of a maple tree.  Very soon, however, a large chunk of bread (which appears to be a very small chunk of bread in the upper left corner of the photo below) bounced off of Marash Boy's head and landed in the parking lot, thanks no doubt to some ne'er do well sparrow who had dropped the chunk as he flew out of the tree.  What is going on?  (See previous blogs for July 8th and 9th.)

Bread in upper left corner; tree's shadow to right.

A Tart to Share

Marash Girl and Marash Boy drove West to enjoy the beautiful day on the top of Wilbraham Mountain, where Karoun was awaiting their arrival.

[Marash Girl had promised Karoun a fruit tart from Whole Foods to share with the class Karoun is training to become yoga instructors.]

When Marash Girl handed Karoun the tart, Karoun started laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Marash Girl

"I thought you were talking about a tart the size of a muffin.  I didn't realize you meant a tart the size of a pie!"

"Why else would I promise that you could share it with your friends?  Especially when I apologized for having eaten a quarter of the tart!"

Another Message from the Heavens?

Yesterday, Marash Boy and Marash Girl set out to meet Arax and Karoun at a lakeside restaurant on the Wilbraham/Springfield line.  (Didn't know there was a lake there?  Check it out!) Arriving early, they set themselves up at an outside table overlooking the water.  Soon the girls arrived (women, Marash Girl should say) and began to seat themselves at the table, but before Arax could sit down, a gust of wind lifted the umbrella from a nearby table and carried it straight towards Arax's head.  Marash Girl (or Superwoman, as she now is tempted to call herself), reached up and grabbed the pole of the umbrella, averting imminent disaster. No-one noticed except for Marash Girl, and maybe ???? Or perhaps Marash Girl created the story from whole cloth, just to have something to write about in her blog . . . 

The English Sparrow and Marash Boy

The other day, as we sat in the beautiful outdoors (granted, in the courtyard of a city restaurant, but still . . .) an English Sparrow flew by and dropped a pat of butter, right on Marash Boy's head!  Now what better sign of "good luck" could one wish for?

Never cease laughing!

To the CEO of a huge marketing company, Marash Girl's friend wrote a thank you note stating,

"The conversation never ceases to be dull"!

What she meant, of course, was the opposite!

She called him to apologize and he never ceased laughing.

Never back up when you can go forward!

When Marash Boy worked on construction as a youth in Springfield, one of the truck drivers cautioned him: "Never back up when you can go forward."

When teaching her to drive, Marash Girl's dad had cautioned her as well:  "Never back up when you can go forward."

Let's apply this to life:  "Never back up when you can go forward."  Or, as the Bible suggests in the story of Lot, "Never look back."  You remember what happened to Lot's wife, right?  No?  Look it up!

Dylan Marie on the Fourth of July

Hooray for the Flag of the United States of America -- Long may it wave!   Photo by Megan Charkoudian

Celebrate Independence Day!

Never forget what it means to be living in a free and independent country . . . and always value that freedom.  How are you celebrating today?

Marash Girl remembers fondly the Fourth of July celebrations on the top of Wilbraham Mountain . . . the days she and her family and neighbors (including old Charlie Merrick!) would watch and hear fireworks from all of the towns surrounding Wilbraham.

Happy Independence Day!

Composting and Uncle Ed

Uncle Ed had an easier method of composting than Auntie Rose.  He'd just throw it in!  Throw what in where?  He set up a large circular cage (stakes in ground surrounded by wire fencing) approximately 3 feet in diameter.  Into this cage he would regularly throw in vegetable leavings and simply toss onto the veggies a handful of soil.  It worked! After the second year, he simply lifted one side of the fencing at its base and regularly removed the rich soil that the vegetables leavings had become, adding the rich soil to his garden!  As the old folks would say, "What goes around, comes around!"

Composting and Auntie Rose

Have I written about Auntie Rose's method of composting before, or should I say, her method of loving up her plants?

During the preparation of every meal, Auntie Rose would gather vegetable peelings into small piles and, at the end of the meal. add to the piles any vegetables that were left on the plates of her guests.

Out she would go to her flower garden (a magnificent garden and now you'll know why) and carefully trowel around her plant(s) of choice, gently working into the ground around the plant(s) the day's vegetable peelings and vegetable leavings, petting the plants, and crooning to them as she went.  As you might imagine, she had the most magnificent garden in the neighborhood.  No artificial sprays, no artificial chemicals.

She probably "sprayed" her plants with dishwater (after she had washed her dishes, of course), as Medzmama used to do, taking the pan of dirty dishwater and tossing the water (not the pan) over the plants of choice.

You should have seen her garden!

"Get her, Vartan! She's got Lamejun!"

Thanks to Josie Simmons for spotting this advert for lamejun in the front window of
Eastern Lamejun, Belmont, Massachusetts.  The little girl in the picture looks suspiciously like Dylan Marie!

Indzi Naye! ինձի Նայէ

"ինձի Նայէ," Medzmama would say whenever she was trying to get our attention. "Indzi naye!" (Translated into Spanish = Mira)
Marash Girl loved the expression:  "ինձի Նայէ!" "Look at me!"

And so rather than shouting at her grandchildren to stop whatever they were doing that could have caused damage to themselves or to their surroundings, Marash Girl would simply call out, ""Indzi Naye!" But why would they stop what they were doing to look at her? Because it began as a game. Marash Girl would tell her grandchildren to dance and play and sing, but whenever (and it could be never or instantly) she commanded them to look at her, "Indzi nayé", they would stay in whatever position they found themselves at the moment of the command and look at her, often bursting out into laughter. Kind of like the kids' game of statue, but for them, a game that lasted the whole day, the whole week, the whole year. And the game worked. Rather than ignoring her, or crying, the children would giggle and hold stock still, statue-like, staring at Marash Girl, in whatever position they happened to have found themselves when they heard the command, ""Indzi nayé"!"

A lot better than scolding and tears, right?

A Daughter Tells Her Father's Story

Marash Girl recently attended a presentation by NAASR on the publication of Yervant Alexanian's account of his early life, FORCED INTO GENOCIDE, a book compiled by Adrienne G. Alexanian, the author's daughter.  According to Ms. Alexanian, her father had kept notes hidden away from the family in a drawer, notes which she found after his death, and published in book form.  

It made Marash Girl wonder . . . how many stories are hidden away in attic trunks, in bottom drawers, in notebooks long ignored?  How many stories are hidden away in the memory of our loved ones, or in our own childhood memories -- stories which have been told to us repeatedly, stories which we have chosen to ignore . . .  How many?  Now is the time to record those stories!  your father's/mother's/grandfather's/grandmother's stories. . .  Use the modern convenience of audio/video, computer, or the old-fashioned method of handwriting . . . or ask a friends to ask you about your parents/grandparents story while they videotape your answer . . . Don't wait!  Now is the time!  Now is the time!

Atul Gawande Speaks at the Mosessian Theatre for the Arts

• Marash Girl was fortunate to attend the General Event Reception for Atul Gawande  with dinner and drinks yesterday evening at the Mosesian Center for the Arts in Watertown, Massachusetts.
• The reception was followed by a conversation on life with athenahealth CEO, Jonathan Bush interviewing Atul Gawande on the main stage of the Mosessian Theatre.  Gawande was presented with the 2017 Charles Mosessian Award for the Arts, a presentation which was followed by a musical tribute with the International sounds (of India) of the group Awaaz Do featuring Saraswathi Jones
• A dessert post-reception concluded the evening.

  

              Atul Gawande on stage      Photo by Marash Girl

The Kindness of New Yorkers

"BROKEN"  (in case folks  hadn't noticed!)   Some kind NYC soul took it upon him (her?) self to create the sign attached to this bench, and to cover the sign with plastic! "BROKEN"  (if you hadn't noticed)

Bobcat At Home

Wild Bobcat at home inside the gates of this Southern California Gated Community. . . .

Photo by Martha McCool

Mayor Cohen with Mayor Cohen

Mayor David Barry Cohen, who served as mayor in the City of Newton, Massachusetts, from 1998 to 2009, posed next to his portrait  on Monday evening at Newton City Hall.                                            Photo by Marash Girl

It's 9:00 A.M. Do You Know Where Your Kids Are?

                                                                  (Photo of a poster on the streets of New York City)

A new twist on an old theme.  "It's nine o'clock in the morning...Do you know where your kids are?"  Scary if you're a parent, right?    But if you're a parent in NYC, you or your caregiver can text “SCHOOL” to 30365 to get the help you need and find out how many days your child has missed.  Unfortunately, that text will NOT tell you where your kids are!

Jim Corsi, Day Jr. High, Newton High School, Boston Red Sox, Swartz's Hardware (Nonantum)

 Jim Corsi at Swartz's Hardware, Nonantum      Photo by Marash Girl

Yesterday, Marash Girl went shopping for an oven thermometer at Swartz's Hardware down the Lake (Nonantum) (that's Newton). As she was waiting in line at the checkout counter behind the fellow pictured above, an affable fellow who was purchasing hardware to repair his refrigerator handle . . . the fellow and Marash Girl had a wee conversation regarding the hardware the fellow was purchasing for the repair (Marash Girl feeling she was somewhat of an expert having inherited some of her father's intuition for refrigerator repair). An affable fellow he was, and soon, of course, we both started bragging about the fact that we had both attended Day Jr. High and Newton High School.  Not sure who mentioned the fact that the fellow pictured above, Jim Corsi, was a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox, and later a studio analyst for the Sox. One would have trouble finding a nicer, more "martamod" fellow.  He was thrilled to have Marash Girl take his picture.  (See above.)

Opposites or Equals: The Women of Yesteryear, The Women of Today

                   Opposites or Equals: Alice in Wonderland / Wonder Woman

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Similar to what Grandpa Peter told us!

Séta Tahan and Teporah Bilezikian posted in Marash Bilezikjians on Facebook     Séta Tahan January 29 at 12:13pm To Paulo..( as You are interested, with the family History, let me give you some info. I have heard from Father& aunts.  Garabed, in jail, ( because as Houry said) helping Fedayins..All his belonging were taken by the government. So, his younger brother, Nazareth , also very wealthy, having his big house( you have a picture in front of the door) so, Nazareth(Pacha) took in charge all his brother's family, and they came &a live together. Until the big "Genocide". But my grand pa, being a friend with the"Wally" ho was, it seems a "nice" Turc, told him in secret "Nazareth , take your family, friends, servants some money & leave Marash, don't let someone know I gave you this advice.Say you are going to Aleppo visit a branch of your family"..  . My grand mother told me one day I was 9 years old,( they used to live in Aleppo, & we were born, my mother too, in Lebanon , so they used to come every 2years to visit us ) she said"Nazareth couldn't sleep for days, not knowing how to behave, not fair to know &keep it secret , at he end he decided to tell the close family members, his married daughters, of course his brother's family, the servants, close friends , etc..etc.. & told them also to advices their own families&friends in big secret.  The Wali, as promised , let some soldiers escort them until Aleppo(which also belonged to Turcs). Some of his brother's family refused to leave (Houry knows their names) and were killed. But until his death, grand Pa was affected :saying "oh!I  It was such a difficult situation...I did it first for the family, then I couldn't tell loudly"run away, you are going to be killed" because the Wali, will be killed and all of us with him.  Untill he died his last words had been" we forgot..that friend...or the other " like a nightmare " Like Comment             Reply to this email to comment on this post.         This message was sent to bethelcharkoudian@gmail.com. If you don't want to receive these emails from Facebook in the future, please unsubscribe. Facebook, Inc., Attention: Community Support, 1 Hacker Way, Menlo Park, CA 94025

Little Women on Wall Street, or Facing the Wall Street Bull!

 

                 Fearless girls (Dylan Marie on right) face down the Wall Street Bull, New York City

What is it?

What is it about going to the dentist that is so unsettling, even though one is only going for a teeth cleaning?  Is it the feeling of being "tied" down, unable to move lest the sharp instruments will stab you?  The inability to attack with your mouth, perhaps dating back to prehistoric times?  The fear of pain?  Whatever it is, it never leaves, does it?

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all of you fathers out there, and to all of you folks who made the fathers fathers!

Remembering back in the day when Marash Girl and her sibs would offer a happy father's day greeting to their father and would get back in return, "Just be good.  That will make me a happy father!"