Leaving the genealogy conference yesterday afternoon, Marash Girl spied a man sporting the name "Roubian" on his name tag. She stopped him. Are you related to Nishan Roubian, she asked him. No, he answered, I don't know of him. Well, said Marash Girl, (See Marash Girl, August 14, 2012), we children loved Nishan Roubian so much because he always had his pockets filled with candy covered almonds, candy he would offer to us after church every Sunday. He made us so happy. Yesterday's Mr. Roubian smiled. "That sounds like a Roubian!" he replied.
There's a Turkish expression that fits here, an expression Marash Girl heard many times growing up, but an expression Marash Girl cannot spell.
Here's the sound of it: Jinseh çeker. (The genes will come out!)