Saturday, October 24, 2020
Friday, October 23, 2020
Thursday, October 22, 2020
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Monday, October 19, 2020
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Friday, October 16, 2020
Thursday, October 15, 2020
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Email from my Anoushig!!!
I saw this on Facebook today. Didn’t know that Boris Johnson’s ancestor was an Ottoman Turkish journalist who tried to defend the Armenians!
I sent Mr. Lawson an email to thank him for the article.
Monday, October 12, 2020
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Saturday, October 10, 2020
TO MAYOR OF NEWTON RUTHANN FULLER: Please Use An Alternative Approach to Protect Historic Bullough's Pond Dam and the Laundry Brook Forest
Dear Mayor Fuller,
I am writing to you as a long time resident of Newton, Massachusetts.
As a little girl, I learned to skate on Bullough’s Pond.
As an adult, I learned to appreciate the beauty of Bullough’s Pond and the Laundry Brook Forest.
As a former voting member of Newton Parks and Recreation, I am writing to ask the powers that be to consider using an alternative approach that will protect Bullough’s Pond Dam and the Laundry Brook Forest.
PLEASE DO NOT clear cut the banks of Bullough’s Pond and put in gravel on the side of Dexter Road!!! '
Bethel Bilezikian Charkoudian
Friday, October 9, 2020
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Please call Speaker Nancy Pelosi by telephoning 1-202-225-4965, press 1165, with the following message:
"Speaker Pelosi, I urge you to vote to sanction Turkey and Azerbaijan and to cut United States military aide to these two dictatorships."
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Marash Girl and her family extend get well wishes to the President of the United States, Donald Trump,
and his wife, Melania. May the Lord bring you both back to good health.
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
Monday, October 5, 2020
Grandpa Peter used to love to imitate accents, as he learned English as a 10 year old and grew up with family members who, if they spoke English, spoke with heavy accents. One of his favorite phrases?
"I'm a no rushin' (Russian) . . . I'm a just takin' my time!"
Sunday, October 4, 2020
A bright young man from MIT,
(Armenian he, oh, glory be!)
Begged Marash Girl, “Go out with me!"
But when no stockings he did see,
He fled right back to MIT!
N.B. Mary Auntie would have commented, "Abris, dghas!"
Saturday, October 3, 2020
The most brilliant compost "piles" Marash Girl ever did see , , , (Can compost piles be brilliant? Oh, I guess she meant the one who might have done the piling!) were not compost piles but rather compost-filled declivities!!! Adrian of Troy, New York, clued Marash Girl in on the secret. It's not a pile that you want, but rather, the opposite! Does it take an MIT mind to come up with that one? Adrian would simply dig a deep hole in his back yard, a hole with the circumference a bit smaller than the circumference of a garbage pail (remember those from the old days?); he then covered the hole with a garbage pail cover. Whenever he had vegetable peelings or the like, he would lift that garbage pail cover with his shod foot and drop the vegetable leavings into the hole, the garbage pail cover covering the hole as soon as he removed his foot. When that compost hole was filled nearly to the top, he would remove the garbage pail cover, cover the compost-nearly-filled hole with about 6 inches of soil, and dig another hole, covering that with the newly available garbage pail cover. And so it went. Thank you, Adrian, for your simple but brilliant solution to composting.
Friday, October 2, 2020
On Wednesday, Marash Girl woke up remembering the big old chestnut tree that stood proudly on the corner of Otis Street and Kimball Terrace, in the corner of Mr. Parker's yard. (Mr. Parker was the orchestra leader in the elementary schools of Newton, Massachusetts, when Marash Girl was in elementary school. For 7 years, Marash Girl had walked home from the Old Claflin School in Newtonville Square, walking up Otis Street, past that big old chestnut tree. She loved to pause in the fall and fill her pockets with the beautiful, shiny smooth (though inedible) brightly brown chestnuts that the tree offered to the world around it. This tree was even more significant in Marash Girl's life because of the the poem that Marash Girl's father had her memorize in third grade (scroll down to see the full text of THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH). So first thing Wednesday afternoon, Marash Boy and Marash Girl drove over to Newtonville Square, to see if the tree was still there, and as they took a right onto Otis Street, Marash Girl held her breath. Where was that old chestnut tree? Marash Girl can't even type the answer, she's so sad about its loss!!!! A piece of her childhood has gone missing.
The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Monday, September 28, 2020
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Friday, September 25, 2020
Yesterday morning, Marash Girl found a bouquet of flowers on her front porch, a bouquet of flowers with a card that read, "From your favorite jerk!" Wondering who that might be, Marash Girl enjoyed a half hour of fun trying to figure out who the jerk was. Well, as it turned out, the flowers were delivered to the wrong address. The flowers were meant for 19 and not 18 M Street.
Thank you to Lisa's favorite jerk for a few minutes of floral joy!
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Don't have anything but leftovers -- a little of this, a little of that -- in the refrigerator? Then you've got the makings of a delicious soup. Simply take a frozen block of chicken broth from the freezer, broth that you've made by boiling the remnants of the last chicken or turkey that you roasted -- or open a can of all natural chicken broth, bring to a boil, add a little of this, a little of that -- one peeled and chopped carrot, one peeled and chopped onion, and one celery stalk (washed & chopped, of course), a cup of leftover rice, boulghour, pasta, or a peeled and chopped potato, a cup of leftover veggies, some bits of chicken left from the roast chicken you just served . . . heat it all together, simmer until veggies are tender, add some hot sauce, if you like hot sauce, or some tamari, if you like tamari, some garlic, if you like garlic . . . and there you have it! Taste before serving to adjust the flavor exactly to your liking, perhaps by adding a small can of tomato paste or some wine vinegar . . . be creative!!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Beet Hummus - Lorig's version - "Very Simple"
1 ¾ cups Chickpeas (about one 15 oz can, or cooked, drained)
3 Tbsp Tahini
2-3 cloves Peeled Garlic (more or less to taste)
¾ cup Cooked Peeled Beets (roasted or boiled) cut into pieces
4-5 Tbsp Freshly squeezed Lemon Juice
4 Tbsp cup Olive Oil
Salt & Pepper
Chop garlic. Drain chickpeas. Put all ingredients in a food processor and blend until smooth. Taste and add more garlic, lemon juice, or olive oil, to adjust to your palate. Add salt and pepper to taste
Monday, September 21, 2020
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Asdvadz hoki lousavoreh. May the Lord welcome Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg . . .
Friday, September 18, 2020
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
On these beautiful September afternoons, as the sun begins to set, Marash Girl sits on her front porch, watching the world go by, and knitting scarves to gift her family at Christmas. She has been accused of using her knitting as a ruse to register exactly what is going on in the neighborhood. Were her neighbors accusing her of being Madame LaFarge?
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Every time Marash Girl finds a penny on the sidewalk, it reminds her of her elementary school classmate, David S., who used to throw pennies at police cars and shout, "Dirty copper!" And guess who joined the police force of the City of Newton!
Monday, September 14, 2020
3 Eggplant Recipes, 3 Generations by Karoun
Sunday, September 13, 2020
One Sunday morning, Marash Girl and her family attended the United Armenian Brethren Evangelical Church of Watertown, Massachusetts, as they did every Sunday morning. Marash Girl's dad, Peter, was sitting next to Mrs. C., a woman who was moneyed, but known to be parsimonious. When the velvet lined plate came around for the offering, she put a dollar bill into the offering plate and started scrounging around for change. Peter asked her what she was doing . . . Her answer: "I'm looking for change. I need 75 cents back." Peter answered, "In this church, we don't take change away from the church . . . we give our change to the church!"
Saturday, September 12, 2020
In elementary school, Marash Girl and her classmates bought into the theory that, as long as you kept your fingers crossed behind your back, you could tell a lie and you wouldn't have to feel guilty because fingers crossed meant that the lie you were telling wouldn't count as a lie!
Friday, September 11, 2020
Marash Girl still thanks the Lord that her son, who was living and working in New York City in full view of the Twin Towers on that fatal 9/11, and at that fatal hour, in full view of the crash, lived to tell the tale. To this day, Marash Girl thanks the Lord for her son's life.
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Whenever Marash Girl prepares batter for banana cake or white cake of any kind, she loves to add a "secret ingredient" . . . an ingredient that will keep her guests guessing. (Isn't that what your guests are supposed to do?) So how does Marash Girl keep her friends guessing? Here's the secret . . . and don't you dare tell!!! Add a tablespoon or two of rum or any sweet liqueur to the liquid ingredients before stirring the liquid ingredients into the dry ingredients. That will do it!!!
Try it, you'll like it . . . and so will your guests!
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Beautiful weather today!!! Reminds Marash Girl of the famous "re-mark" by Mark Twain: "If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a minute!" He never, to Marash Girl's knowledge, said anything about what to do if you DO like the weather in New England . . . which Marash Girl does today!!!
Monday, September 7, 2020
Grandma Jennie was, herself, as sweet as cinnamon and sugar. And she loved to serve her children cinnamon and sugar on buttered toast. Preparing that treat today for breakfast reminded Marash Girl of how sweet her mother was . . . and how feisty!!!! Grandma Jennie was, in fact, cinnamon and sugar personified.
Sunday, September 6, 2020
Saturday, September 5, 2020
Medzmama never cooked or baked using a cookbook; when her daughters complained, she would answer, "What? Did God make the recipe?" She only measured "by the eye", or, as she put it, "Achku chap!" She baked and cooked intricate Armenian meals and pastries by her sixth, seventh and eighth sense!!! And what sense she had. Folks would come from all over to watch her and record what and how she baked, but no matter how carefully they watched, no one was ever able to replicate many of her dishes, and certainly not her paklava which she made from scratch, rolling out ten layers of paklava dough at once, using cornstarch to separate the layers. The flavor of her dishes was unbeatable!!!!
Thank you, Medzmama!
Friday, September 4, 2020
In the old days, whenever Armenian guests came visiting to her family home in Newtonville, they would always bring a box of chocolates -- usually Whitman's Chocolates. As Marash Girl has written elsewhere, we kids loved the nuts and would seek them out; thus, we were delighted when an elderly Armenian visitor would ask, ""Bir yumuşağ var mı?" (Is there a soft one?). Were guests to look underneath each chocolate, they would clearly see if there was a soft one, for the bottoms of the soft ones would have been broken in and left for them by us kids!!!
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Monday, August 31, 2020
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Crossing your legs in church? That's a no-no that young Marash Girl learned years ago when she visited the Armenian Apostolic Cathedral in Paris, France.
Young Marash Girl was sitting in a pew a ways back from the altar, entranced by the service and the music, when all of a sudden she felt a slap across her knee. She looked up to see an old Armenian woman, all dressed in black, shaking her head and shaking her finger at Marash Girl, pointing to the crossed leg.
"Whoops," thought young Marash Girl, and never again has Marash Girl crossed her legs in church. She can still feel the sting of that slap!
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Friday, August 28, 2020
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Visiting cousins in Troy, New York, Marash Girl sat with her auntie and her cousin while her auntie prepared a special cake for the family. Removing the cake batter from the mixing bowl, and placing the batter into the oiled cake pan, her auntie continued to scrape the bowl until every drop of cake batter had been removed from the mixing bowl and was in the cake pan. Auntie's daughter began to rant: "How cheap can you be? You have to scrape every bit of batter out of the bowl?" Auntie did not answer her daughter. Auntie knew better. Auntie's daughter had never been hungry, had not survived a genocide, and had no appreciation for her mother, nor for the ageless advice: "Waste not, want not." Auntie was wise enough not to say a word. She simply placed the cake pan filled with batter into the preheated oven, and began to clean up the kitchen, 45 minutes later serving the cake, just out of the oven, to her guests.
Marash Girl thinks of that incident every time she prepares batter for a cake, muffins, pancakes, or scones. Hopefully, by now, that Troy cousin has learned to respect her elders, and to "Waste Not!"