Tuesday, July 16, 2013

MGM offers gambling, jobs and entertainment for the family, or so think those demonstrating in the streets of downtown Springfield, Massachusetts yesterday.


In a city where strip clubs are the main source of entertainment, MGM offers the hope of instant riches, jobs for the jobless, and family fun, or so think the families demonstrating yesterday at the corner of Harrison and Main Streets in the heart of downtown Springfield, Massachusetts.
The little boy on the left holds a sign he made that reads, "Vote 4 our future!" When Marsh Girl asked his mother, "So, are you going to take your son gambling?"  His mother laughed and answered, "When he gets old enough!"
"Entertainment for the family," this young woman assured Marash Girl.
(Marash Girl wonders what Mr. Rogers would have said about that.) 
"Why would you vote for MGM opening a casino in Springfield," asked Marash Girl of this fellow . . .
"Why wouldn't you?" was his answer.  "Jobs, jobs and more jobs! That's why!"
"Vote Yes for Springfield - MGM Springfield, Tuesday, July 16"

A casino that will save the city . . .  that will provide jobs for the folks who live in a city that was already depressed when a tornado wreaked physical devastation two years ago, and a gas explosion further destroyed downtown Springfield a year ago. . . What is Marash Girl's opinion?  An old joke (sorry, but it's politically incorrect) comes to mind . . .
The rooster says, "Cock-a-doodle doo."
The Yankee says, "Yankee Doodle doo,"
And the old maid says, "Any old dude'll do!"

Today the City of Springfield will decide.
                                                                              Photo Credits: Marash Girl

Monday, July 15, 2013

Slow down!

Walnut Street, Newtonville Square, circa 1953

Peter was walking to work as he did every morning, from his home on the hill on Lowell Avenue near Commonwealth Avenue in Newtonville, to his shop on Bowers Street in Newtonville Square.  As he crossed Walnut Street, he noticed a car speeding towards him from the south.  Before he even reached the sidewalk, he gave out his famous whistle -- the one with two fingers in his mouth that Marash Girl could never master -- and motioning downward with both arms, he shouted, "Slow down!"

The driver of the car jammed on his brakes as the car screeched to a stop at the side of the road.  The driver jumped out, and pulled out a knife as he approached Peter.  Dancing around eachother,  Peter never looked at the knife--he never turned his steely gaze away from the eyes of the would be attacker. A crowd gathered, but not one person said or did anything.  They just stood and watched the life and death struggle.

"Weren't you afraid?" Peter's children asked as he related the story that evening.  "Never -- as long as I had my eyes on his, he could never stab me with the knife -- he would have to look at where he was going to stab, and he couldn't -- he couldn't take his eyes away from mine.  He finally put down his knife, slunk away to his car, and drove off."

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Butterflies . . . Are they going the way of the honeybee?

Are we relegated to the plight of the "moron" in the old politically incorrect joke?  Will we have to throw butter out of the window every time we want to see a butterfly?            Photo Credit: Marash Girl

                                                                                                                 

Saturday, July 13, 2013

No Fishing Beyond This Point!

If you happen to be fishing in the tarred parking lot of the JFK Museum in Boston, you know that you have to reel in your lines when you come anywhere within view of the water!

               Walkway from parking lot to ocean, JFK Museum, Boston Harbor   Photo Credit:Marash Girl

Friday, July 12, 2013

Sculptor of Boston Common's Ducklings dines at the Karoun Restaurant

Nancy Schon at the Karoun (Armenian) Restaurant, Newtonville, Massachusetts        Photo Credit: Marash Girl
If you were listening to WBUR yesterday, you may have heard the interview  http://www.wbur.org/2012/06/15/nancy-schon-ducklings with Nancy Schon, the sculptor who sculpted the ducklings that wander across the Boston Common (after the book, Make Way for Ducklings, written and illustrated by Robert McCloskey, a children's picture book set in Boston, first published in 1941). 

It was quite a surprise to meet the personable Schon last night at the Karoun (Armenian) Restaurant in Newtonville.  Overhearing that Marash Girl was a regular at the restaurant, Schon introduced herself (not as the sculptor, of course) as a long-time resident, born and bred in Newton!  When Marash Girl asked Schon if she knew Marash Girl's father Peter (Newtonville Electric Company in Newtonville),  Schon said she wasn't sure, but added that Schon's father was Quint Florist in Newton Centre.  It turned out that their fathers were very good friends back in the day!  

Schon's studio is in Newtonville, the birthplace of those little ducklings, and Marash Girl's birthplace as well!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

How many people are dead in that cemetery?

At a recent visit to Sturbridge Village, Marash Girl decided to take the official "tour" of the main street in the village.  The tour started in front of the cemetery, next to the Congregational Meeting House, and began with the tour guide saying, "The first question everyone asks me?  'Is anyone buried in this cemetery?'  The answer is, 'No!'"  
"But where do the authentic grave stones come from, then?" asked Marash Girl.
"Folks donated the grave stones to Sturbridge Village . . . " the guide answered.  
Marash Girl asked, "Why would folks donate gravestones of the dead to Sturbridge Village?"  
"Oh, they're only the foot stones of the graves!"  
None the less, it made Marash Girl wonder!
Tour guide at Sturbridge Village
The experience brought to mind a joke that Peter loved to tell every time he was driving past a cemetery, which was often enough!  
Here's the joke:
"How many people are dead in that cemetery?"  Folks in the car who had never heard the joke before would venture a guess . . . "200?  400?"
Peter would laugh and answer, "All of them!"
If he were with Marash Girl at Sturbridge Village last week, and asked the question, he would have laughed when the tour guide would have said, "None of them!"
Footstones in "pretend cemetery" at Sturbridge Village
Photo Credits: Marash Girl



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Keeping the record straight . . .

Overheard on the 57 Bus . . .

"You owe me $5!"

"I'd rather owe it to you than cheat you out of it!"

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Business as usual . . .

"Cheat me once, it's your fault; cheat me twice, it's my fault."  Peter B.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Watermelon Rind Soup, a la Yepros

With 98 degree (Fahrenheit) days, and almost the same number in humidity, Marash Girl has been eating a lot of watermelon, and as she enjoys the crisp cold fruit, she remembers hearing her father tell of the watermelon rind soup that his mother made for the family in Marash, (using everything she could in order to keep her family from starvation).  

Upon searching the web for a recipe for Watermelon Rind Soup, Marash Girl found many praises for the nutritional value of the watermelon rind to be eaten along with the watermelon, or blended into a cold drink with the red part of the watermelon and the green outer skin removed, but nowhere on the web did she find a recipe for Armenian Watermelon Rind Soup.  And so, imagining what her grandmother might have done, she offers you the following:


Remove the watermelon from its rind, and eat.  After you have had your fill, remove the outer green of the watermelon rind, and cut the thick white rind into bite-sized pieces. While you are doing that, simmer in olive oil a couple of chopped onions (without the skins, of course, although I hear that boiling the onion skins and adding the resulting broth to your soups is very healthful, and yes, of course, using the onion skins at Easter as the traditional Armenian dye for your Easter eggs!)  When the chopped onions are golden, add the chunks of peeled watermelon rind and sauté.  Then add a can or two of Italian stewed tomatoes (depending on how much watermelon rind you have) and simmer until rind is softened, about 30 minutes, more or less.  After cooking is completed, add lots of lemon (or lime) juice, salt, pepper, and Aintab red pepper.  Improves with age, so you may want to serve this the next day, over rice pilaf, bulgur pilaf, or with thick slices of freshly baked bread. Or serve as a side dish with whatever meal you've prepared. Chicken & pilaf, perhaps?  (We call this type of vegetable presentation a "soulu", as it's slightly watery, not quite soupy, yet not without broth and can be made with or without meat.)

Marash Boy remembers eating Watermelon Rind Soup (Sulu) in Springfield, Massachusetts, prepared by his mother, and he says it was "eshki" (sour), and sometimes made with bits of lamb.

If you happen to know the traditional Armenian recipe for Watermelon Rind Soup (or Sulu, as the Armenians would call it), please share in the comments below, and thanks!

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Leather Jackets & Motorcycles in Springfield, Massachusetts



Kenar tries on a black leather jacket for her ride through the corridors of the Springfield Museum of Fine Arts!
Remember 7th Grade? Mugsy McGovern? Reed Murphy? Wolfie Boven and the gang? That's where Marash Girl first experienced black leather jackets, "DA's" and gangs!  Years later, (that is, on July 5, 2013), she was allowed to try on one of those black leather jackets and hop on one of those bikes!  As she couldn't take a picture of herself, Marash Girl photographed Kenar (see above) who apparently in her youth rode up and down Monson Road in Wilbraham, on the back of an Indian Motorcycle, one of the motorcycles built at the Indian Motorcycle factory in Springfield, Massachusetts, while the "tester" tested the latest model of the Indian Motorcycle on the S curves of that road, the S curves that have long since been eradicated.  As her sister wrote after seeing the photo, "Fantastic!!!  She looks great!  Better than riding and hanging on the back of a young guy testing Indians up and down the S curve in Wilbraham back during WW II."

Check out the exhibit -- it's worth the trip to the Springfield Museum of Fine Arts in Springfield, Massachusetts, and don't forget your camera!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

East Longmeadow Reverses Fourth of July Parade Route

A bit confusing for the onlookers, the East Longmeadow 4th of July Parade, for the first time since its inception, marched along Elm Street from the west to the east rather than from the east to the west. The old folks who, through force of habit, looked expectantly to the right were forced to reverse the twist of their necks to look hopefully to the left (that is if they lived on the West side of Elm Street), and the old folks who, through force of habit, looked expectantly to the left were forced to reverse the twist of their necks (or cross the street) to look hopefully to the right (that is if they lived on the East side of Elm Street).  The turnaround was disappointing for all who live on Elm Street, because by the time the parade participants arrived at Elm Street, approaching the finish line, they were too exhausted (granted the temperature was 96 degrees fahrenheit with almost the same number in humidity) to engage in their typical antics and interactions with the crowd.  Even the folks who yearly throw handfuls of candy to the kids were (apparently) out of candy, or at the very least, out of the energy to toss the candy to the outstretched hands of the hopeful!

[To see a few of Marash Girl's photos of the East Longmeadow Parade, scroll down.]

Friday, July 5, 2013

East Longmeadow Celebrates the Fourth of July

24 hours before the celebration began, residents of East Longmeadow, Massachusetts, had their chairs lined up along the parade route, ensuring them a front row seat to the festivities on the 4th.
           Local dignitaries march in their shirt sleeves on a 93 degree 4th of July morning.
 



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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Sleep, Creep, Leap, or Weep!

Talking with a neighbor, the neighbor who created Marash Girl's "borrowed landscape", Marash Girl made mention of the perennial garden she has begun in the front of her house (an effort at saving Marash Boy from having to cut the grass!)  

When Marash Girl expressed concern that the plants seemed to be "standing still", our neighbor quoted the apocryphal wisdom of perennial gardeners:  "You know what they say about perennial plants:  The first year they sleep, the next year they creep, the third year they leap!"  Marash Girl, the perennial doubter, asked, "And what if they don't?"  "Then," her neighbor answered, "You weep!"

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Borrowed Landscape

Borrowed Landscape.  Have you ever come across the term?  After many years of gazing out of her kitchen window, Marash Girl heard a visitor comment, after peering out of the same kitchen window, "borrowed landscape, ey?"
Certainly the house being built butt up against the fence at the Y takes advantage of a "borrowed landscape", wouldn't you say? (See photo below and yesterday's blog post.)

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Cincinnati Ed meets Newton Corner



Heading for her morning walk at the Y, Marash Girl saw the man that she thought was the builder for the new duplex growing up next to the Y track.  "Are those garages at the front of the house?" she asked the man that she thought was the builder.  "Yes, I suppose so.  I was just walking around looking at this structure.  I'm a builder staying over there at the hotel, just taking a walk, and I saw this going up.  I was surprised.  All the lumber is helter skelter. In Cincinnati, I make sure that when my men are building a house, they put the lumber in neat stacks."


Ed from Cincinnati grew up on a 100 acre farm where they raised cattle, hay and corn.  His father, now 93, gifted him 5 acres where he and his wife built a house and brought up their kids who are now in college.  After eyeing the lumber from the construction of the new house going up on Richardson Street (see Marash Girl --http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2013/05/through-chain-link-fence.html),   Marash Girl took Ed for a tour of the Newton Corner mansions during which Ed pointed out many a detail (matching slate, non-matching grout, etc.) that would help date the structures.  An instructive morning, and all before 7 AM.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Don't Move Firewood? (Who knew?)




Marash Girl spied this poster on the bulletin board outside of Cutler Park in Needham, Massachusetts.  Never wasting, thus never wanting, Marash Girl would never have thought twice about moving firewood, granted not in her pickup truck, since she doesn't have one, but certainly in the back of her station wagon.  Who knew that moving firewood was giving a free ride to invasive forest pests?

Sunday, June 30, 2013

New Sculpture adorns Newton Corner Garden

In a back yard in Newton Corner, a new sculpture greets summer.

                                                                                                                          Sculpture by Obie Simonis; Photo by Marash Girl

See earlier post by Marash Girl on the sculpture garden in her corner of Newton:
http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2012/12/back-yard-sculpture-garden-newton.html

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sweet Potato Spinach "Turlu"

Marash Girl received the following email from her daughter, who has agreed to share her vegetarian creation with the readers of Marash Girl's blog.  She writes:

"I made this concoction kind of randomly and it turned out so good!  It is kind of like a "warm salad", only a few ingredients!

"Cut a large sweet potato (or 2, or 3) into 1.5" cubes - toss in a bowl with olive oil, kosher salt and ground black pepper.

"Spread on a baking sheet and roast at 425 for 20-25 minutes or until soft.

"Let cool for several minutes.

"In the meantime, wilt a big pile of fresh spinach in some olive oil on the stovetop.  Turn off heat as soon as all the leaves are wilted so it doesn't get "too cooked".

"Put some of the roasted sweet potato cubes in a bowl and cover with the wilted spinach leaves. Then drizzle some balsamic vinegar on top (but not too much)

"Healthy and delicious!!"

Friday, June 28, 2013

"His eye is on the sparrow . . . "

    "His eye is on the sparrow . . . "    Needham Street, Newton Highlands, Massachusetts     Photo by Marash Girl

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Running the Race

Walking around the track this morning, Marash Girl remembered running the 5K race at the Wilbraham Peach Festival several years ago.  As she ran the race with the intention to finish (slow and steady wins the race, said Aesop), a bystander heckled her as others in the race passed her at a speed twice hers.  Marash Girl just laughed as she watched the bystander standing and heckling.  Marash Girl didn't win the race, but she finished the race!  The bystander is probably still standing at the side of the road, awaiting the next opportunity to heckle!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

"Womanning" the polls, Newton, Massachusetts

Yesterday was Special Election Day in Newton, Massachusetts. (Ed Markey (D) vs. Gabriel Gomez (R) running for United States Senate and Scott Lennon running unopposed for Newton's Alderman-At-Large.) Having been asked to help "man" the polls, Marash Girl did her level best to do so.  Side by side with her cohort checking folks out after they had voted (there were two ballots), she and her male sidekick hunted for streets, street numbers, and names in their books listing Newton's registered voters.  But as happens in life, the hunt turned into a competition, and, in this case, a competition between men and women, at least that's the way the women waiting to check out saw it, as they cheered Marash Girl on for being the first to find their street and address.  

It pays to pay attention in second grade!!!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Pricey Cure for Kerosene Spill

Turns out that after all that work and fun having the neighborhood yard sale of the year, a real happening of grand proportions, the kerosene spill is going to take as much as was taken in at the yard sale and more to repair.  There's kerosene on the back seats, soaked beyond the upholstery into the foam rubber, on the back of the back seats, and on the back of the back of the back seats.  Vai, vai, vai!  What lesson is to be learned here?

Monday, June 24, 2013

Cure for Kerosene Spill?

Aftermath of the Yard Sale . . . 

Unknown to Marash Girl, there was still kerosene in the antique kerosene stove that she was carting to the site of the yard sale . . . carting in the back of her station wagon.  Unfortunately, the stove was placed on its side, but on the wrong side, and kerosene leaked onto the upholstery which covers the back of the back seats (which had become, at the time, the bottom of the back of the station wagon.) Help!  Can't get rid of that smell.  Had it professionally cleaned, no luck; tried baking soda, no luck; tried white vinegar, no luck.  Leaving windows open but thunderstorms expected! 
Advice, please!

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Bench in Cairo

Two weeks ago, Marash Girl was at her warehouse on a Saturday around lunchtime and saw several police cars in the parking lot, parked near the picnic tables which were in the shade under the trees on the hillside.  Inquiring if there was a problem Marash Girl soon learned that the police were simply enjoying lunch; no problem at all.  That was a relief!  When Marash Girl asked the landlord about it, he just smiled and answered, "Isn't it good to have them here?"

Relating this story to Marash Boy today elicited a telling of one of the first stories that he had ever read in Arabic, a story recorded by a well known 19th Century Egyptian novelist, and published in one of Marash Boy's early Arabic readers.  The story goes like this.

A boy was watching his father build a bench outside of their house.  The boy asked his father, "Why are you building the bench outside of the house?"  The father answered, "Wait and see."  The father completed the construction of the bench and set it outside of the house.

Every night after that, the boy noticed the night watchman for that quarter of Cairo, after making his rounds, sitting outside of their house on the new bench his father had built.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Yard Sale Time!

Having prepared all week for today's yard sale (255 Newtonville Avenue, Newtonville, MA, 8-3), Marash Girl will be (from 6 AM on) busy having fun sharing her antiques and collectibles with whomever comes by to browse.  If you don't know who Marash Girl is, here's your chance to meet her.  Just come to the yard sale today and look for the woman behind the table of antiques and collectibles, grinning from ear to ear, happy to  have put together the "social event of the year"!!! 

Friday, June 21, 2013

If you're Armenian, you'll take great pride in these "facts"!

Marash Girl just received this email from a (non-Armenian) high school classmate who lives in Bali who received the email from an Egyptian Armenian who now lives in Australia.  Can't vouch for the facts, but if you're Armenian, you'll take great pride in these "facts"!

DID YOU KNOW?

The self-wringing sponge named Quickie was invented by PETER VOSBIKIAN

LUTHER SIMJIAN invented the ATM, military flight simulator, and the postage meter
ALBERT KAPIKIAN invented the Rotravirus vaccine injector

ROGER ALTOUNIAN invented the pressured inhaler and sodium therapy

PETER TER-POGOSSIAN was one of the fathers of positron emission tomography (PET) scanner, It was the first functional brain imaging technique

RAYMOND DAMADIAN invented the MRI machine

JIRAYR TEZEL invented the hair transplantation device

VARAZTAD KAZANJIAN is the father of plastic surgery

HAMPAR KELIKIAN invented the limb restoration surgical technique

ARA and BARON DARZI co-invented the minimally invasive robot-assisted surgery

Cybernetic communication expert HAIG KAFAFIAN designed aircraft control and missile guidance systems

EMIK AVAKYAN invented the text to speech to microfilm

ALEX MANOOGIAN is responsible for the single-faucet design (Delta)

ARDASHES AYKANIAN invented the bendy and spoon straw, the firm form of Tupperware, the blue strip on car windshields

RUEN ESKERJIAN invented an anti-aircraft gun during WWII

SEMYON KIRLIAN is the inventor of high-voltage photography

HARRY TOROSSIAN invented the ice cream cone and the Melba toast

HARRY K. DAGHLIAN Jr. was part of the Manhattan Project during WWII.

OSCAR H. BANKER (ASADOOR SARAFIAN) of Chicago is one of the most prolific American inventors. He invented helicopter controls for Sikorsky helicopters and the first practical car automatic transmission. His design is now the standard worldwide

Armenian MELIK TANGIEV of the Soviet Union designed the first oil platform in open sea (the Caspian)

In 1916 STEPHAN STEPANIAN of the US designed the first ready-mix concrete trucks

ED ISKENDERIAN invented (1963) the hydraulic racing camshaft

BORIS BABAYAN is the father of the Soviet superconductor

ARTHUR H. BULBULIAN invented the oxygen mask (A-14) for the US Air Force in 1914

ARDEM MIKOYAN, the younger brother of Soviet politician ANASTAS MIKOYAN, is the co-inventor of the MiG fighter

Mathematician LEONID KHACHIYAN invented the system which solved linear programming problemsconsidered intractable until then.
Armenia-based astronomer VICTOR HAMPARTSOUMIAN was one of the founders of theoretical astrophysics. He did most of his work at the Pyuragan Observatory in Armenia

GIACOMO LUIGI CIAMICIAN, an Armenian-Italian scientist who was nominated nine times for the Nobel Prize, is the father of the solar panel and a number of solar energy applications

In 1954 Dr. EDWARD KEONJIAN, microelectronics guru, designed the first solar-powered, pocket-sized radio transmitter

AVEDIS TEVANIAN was the chief software technology officer and senior VP of software engineering at Apple Computers. He was a pioneer in creating cross platform development environments used worldwide

ALEXANDER KEMURDZIAN, founder of space transport engineering, designed the first Moon and Mars Rovers. In the 1940 he also designed the first remote vehicle.
CHRISTOPHER DER-SEROPIAN was given the first claim patent for the color of the US dollar in 1954

In 1949 RICHARD DONCHIAN developed the trend-timing method of futures investing and introduced the mutual fund concept in money management

HOVHANNES APKAR ADAMIAN made significant improvements to the principles of B/W and color TV broadcasting

The worlds first and most-sophisticated radio-optical telescope was built by Paris Herouni in 1960. It was named the Herouni Mirror Radio Telescope

GREGOR GURZADIAN of Armenia was a pioneer in the construction and use of small space telescopes20 years before the Hubble. He made UV and X-Ray observations on the sun through his space telescope

Dr. ARA MIRZOYAN, formerly of the Pyuragan Observatory in Armenia and now director of the Galaxy Company there, led a team of Armenian scientists in 2012 to make the largest Cherenkov telescope in the world. The 560-tonne HESSE II (High Energy Cosmic Gamma Ray Astronomy) telescope has 875 mirrors and every one of them has the word ARMENIA written on it. The telescope has an area of 600 square metres. The observatory was located in Namibia because atmospheric conditions are most advantageous in that region of South Africa.
[End of email]

We all know that Peter Paul Almond Joy & Mounds were made by Peter Paul Halajian who was a candy retailer in the New Haven, Connecticut, area in the early 20th century. 

And Marash Boy's Armenian friend from Springfield, Massachusetts, invented the flexible straw (although Marash Girl found no confirmation of this fact)!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Yard Sale, Saturday, June 22, 2013, 8-3, Newtonville, Massachusetts

Having forgotten that all of her "yard sale" tables were somewhere on the top of the mountain in Wilbraham, the access barred by fallen trees and fallen neighbors, Marash Girl planned a yard sale for this Saturday, much to Marash Boy's dismay.  Marash Girl's most fun times, Marash Boy's least fun times.  Thus all of yesterday was taken up with collecting borrowed tables from kindly friends to display Marash Girl's antiques and collectibles, books and vintage jewelry, items she has collected over the years, items she no longer needs to look at!  Bargains galore for the lover of beautiful things.  Wanna peek?  Come by 255 Newtonville Avenue, Newton Corner/Newtonville, this Saturday (that's in three days!) from 8 to 3, and browse and buy at 10 cents on the dollar.  Nothing can go back into the house.  That's the deal!

Well, Marash Girl wrote the above in September of 2012, and guess what?  It rained, so there WAS no yard sale and nothing ever even left the house.
BUT the weather man promises that this time the sun will shine, so that on June 22, 8-3, we'll have our yard sale, same bargains, but even more furniture and collectibles!

Hope to see you there!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Welcome, Neighbor!


           
 5 AM:  Wild turkeys consider purchasing home for sale on Newtonville Avenue, Newton Corner
Photo Credit: Marash Girl

Monday, June 17, 2013

A Busman's Holiday, or Just Good Advertising?

Leaving the Apple Store one day at 10 AM, Marash Girl saw one of her favorite Apple employees sitting outside of the store on his break, playing with his iPhone.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day!

Marash Girl is offering a $20 gift certificate, good for the purchase of books on her website, OldCornerBooks.com, to the first 10 fathers who email her with an interesting personal vignette about an experience they have had being a father, or a vignette about their father.  Please write the vignette in English, and include your name, email address and written permission for Marash Girl to use your vignette (if she so chooses) in this blog.    All vignettes must be sent to books@oldcornerbooks.com and received by Friday, June 21, 2013.   In the meantime, enjoy the day!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Ripe Bananas plaguing you?

Bananas are among Marash Girl's earliest memories:  bananas ripening in a beautiful bowl, a bowl that had been a wedding gift to her parents, and ripening faster than anyone could eat them.  Early on, she didn't realize that her mother, better known as Grandma Jennie, was deliberate in her purchase of more bananas than the family could possibly eat in a week. Grandma Jennie would return to the grocery store regularly and, yes, buy more bananas. . . so what happened to those blackening bananas? Read on or scroll down.

Grandpa Peter's earliest memories of bananas came after his escape from the Armenian Genocide (1915-1922), when he arrived on the shores of the United States and caught his first sight of a bunch of bananas on the wharf in the harbor of New York City:  "I was fascinated," he would relate, "by the sight of the largest woman I had ever seen eating a banana. She would eat one, then peel another, eat that one, and peel another, banana after banana, though I didn't know what she was eating, as I had never seen a banana before that day." Particularly poignant, since he had gone with very little to eat for years . . .

And then, throughout Marash Girl's childhood, she would hear her dad sing, with laughter in his voice,  after eyeing the big bowl of bananas on the dining room buffet,

Yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
We have string beans and onions
Cabbages and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say

We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato
But yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today

Yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
We have string beans and onions
Cabbages and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say

We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato
But yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today

So what do you do with a ripe banana (or a drunken sailor, for that matter), or a whole bowl full of ripe bananas?  Most women of today would answer, "You freeze them!"  After, of course, peeling them!  But Marash Girl's mother, Grandma Jennie, would wait until those bananas were good and black, and then make the most delicious banana bread anyone had ever tasted!  And that was her secret. Over-ripe bananas. You, too can make the most delicious banana bread anyone has ever tasted -- just grab the recipe for "Grandma's Banana Bread" from the internet, take those over ripe bananas, either from your kitchen counter or from your freezer, and use them in your recipe of choice for banana bread.  Oh, and don't forget to add real vanilla flavoring, whether or not the recipe calls for it.  (Sometimes Marash Girl substitutes "strawberry yogurt" for the sour milk called for in the recipe.)

But if it's summer, as hopefully it will be soon, and you don't want to heat up the kitchen by turning on the oven, there are other possibilities for those ripe bananas sitting in your freezer.  One, of course, is making a milk shake with a frozen banana and a glass of milk blended up in your blender (with a dash of real vanilla for a special treat).  Try it at four in the afternoon when you're ready for a break and a treat!  And more recently, a mother told me how she prepares ice cream for her kids without worrying about the calories.  "I freeze up ripe bananas, too, but before freezing them, I peel them, slice them and throw them in baggies in the freezer.  Then, when my kids want ice cream, I throw the frozen sliced bananas in the cuisinart and and blend them up until they're the consistency of sherbet, and the kids love their banana ice cream!"  Marash Girl hasn't tried this yet, but when she does, she's going to throw a few frozen strawberries in the mix, and, of course, add her favorite ingredient, real vanilla flavoring!

Friday, June 14, 2013

June 16, 2012: Artistry on Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Creation of Sand, Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Creation of Driftwood, Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Reality and Remembrance

Whenever "Grandpa Peter" went to a funeral, as he sat in the pew listening to the eulogy for the soul recently passed, he would ask anyone within hearing distance, a twinkle in his eye, "Who is this fellow?  I don't think I ever knew him!"

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

52 Pickup

In elementary school (we called it grammar school in the day), the bad boys would always greet the newest arrival in class with the following invitation:  "Wanna play 52 pickup?"  The unsuspecting "new kid" in the class would be delighted, feeling that he had just been invited to "join the gang"!  Little did he know . . . On accepting the invitation, the "new kid" would be greeted with a hail of 52 cards strewn all over the highly polished wooden floor on the second level of the old Claflin Grammar School, and as he bent over to gather all of the cards up, he became the "butt" of many a joke by then yet to be identified jokesters!

Years later, Marash girl recognized a similar game, unannounced, played by untoward supervisors in the Boston Public School system, without the cards, of course . . . any of you out there recognize the game?

But 52 Pickup, that game that Marash Girl first came upon at Claflin School, was a regular form of exercise for one of the teachers in the Boston Public Schools, and a good one at that! Whenever the teachers in the department were waiting for a meeting to begin, she could be counted on to play the old game of 52 pickup, her daily form of exercise -- tossing a deck of cards to the floor, she would bend from the waist  --  52 times to the floor and back, picking up one card at a time -- without ever counting!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Mystery at Cold Spring Park: The Handwriting on the Wall

"This is to inform you that I didn't die young." (Look to the left side of the cement foundation for the hand printed message.)                               Photo by Marash Girl


Walking through Cold Spring Park on a cold spring day, Marash Girl and Marash Boy came upon an old cellar hole with the following message printed neatly on the cracked cement foundation:
"This is to inform you that I didn't die young."

Unsure as to who wrote the message or why, whether the owner of the house or the house itself was the "I" in the sentence, and who the "you" was meant to be, Marash Boy and Marash Girl decided to depart the scene quietly, leaving the mystery  for a Newton author of the mystery genre to discover and uncover!

Monday, June 10, 2013

Bavarians originated in Armenia?


We from Marash have always suspected that we may have Germanic roots . . partially because of the local name of our city, "Germanikia" (Latin & Old Armenian) and our periodical, "Kermanig" - And partly because of our appearance --   Marash Girl's father was blonde with blue eyes, her sister and brother both blonde with blue eyes, her husband with blue eyes and white skin, (he's also Marashtsi), and her children, all but one, blonde with blue eyes!  And partly because tradition has it that the Germans stopped over during the Crusades, and some stayed!

Here's the other side of the story written by a friend from Germany:

"I am still convinced of the  Bavarians' origin from Armenia, as it was told here in the Middle Ages! ;-)
Germanicia as a name existed in the Roman Empire.
Colored Easter eggs are also a tradition here. In the old days they were colored with different natural colors (among them onion skins) and were made shiny with bacon. . . 

"And there is a kind of game pecking the hard boiled Easter eggs to another and the one whose egg does not break can keep both.

"I think you can find all you want to know in
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annolied (copied below):"

Bavarians descended from Armenians
In the poem, folk tales collected by the Bavarians, telling of the exodus of their ancestors from Armenia. In particular, states that Armenians still speak the language, which initially Bavarians talked . The name "Bavaria" is derived from the name of an Armenian prince Bayorus, which led his tribe came from Armenia, from the vicinity of Mount Ararat, and breaking a long way, made it to Germany, settling in the south and the land called by his name "Bavaria".

Fragment in the original old-Germanic
Here is an excerpt from the poem in the original version, the old-Germanic language, which describes the history of the Bavarians. Duo sich Beirelant wider in virmaz, Die mêrin Reginsburch her se bisaz, Dâ vanter inne Helm unti brunigen, Manigin helit guodin, Die dere burg hû[h]din. Wiliche Knechti dir wêrin, Deist in heidnischin buochin mêri. Dâ lisit man Noricus ensis, Daz diudit ein suert Beierisch, Wanti si woldin wizzen Daz inge[m]ini baz nibizzin, Die man dikke durch den helm slûg; Demo liute was ie diz ellen gût. Dere geslehte dare quam wîlin êre Von Armenie der hêrin, Dâ Nôê ûz der arkin gîng, Dûr diz olizuî von der tûvin intfieng: Iri zeichin noch du archa havit Ûf den bergin Ararat. Man sagit daz dar in halvin noch sîn Die dir Diutischin sprecchin, Ingegin India vili verro. Peiere vûrin ie ziwîge gerno: Den sigin den Cêsar an un gewan Mit bluote mûster in geltan. and much better as I could tell.

The problem of the Bavarians is their uncertain origin. All other German tribes (Saxons, Thuringians, Swabians, Franconians ...)are mentioned early in the chronicles and historians know about their routes in the "time of migration of the peoples" (is that the correct expression?).
The Bavarians come up relatively late (not before mid - 6th century) and it is still unknown where they really originated from, although there are several theories. Maybe they have already been there since Roman times, but it is also possible - as malicious people say - that they are descendants of those left back just in that migration time because of orthopeadic problems ;-)

So stating, a descendance from the oldest people in the world could be an attempt to solve that problem. In the Middle Ages chronologists had no scruples!  End of Wikipedia Article.

Back in the United States, Gary Lind-Sinanian, curator of the Armenian Library and Museum of America, wrote the following in answer to the inquiry :

I suppose it is possible, but unlikely. Every early people tried to polish up their history by associating retroactively with other earlier prestigious peoples or dynasties. Basic human nature. In this case, simply immigrating from the East was too ambiguous, so the association became tied to a direct migration from Mt. Ararat/ Armenia. All fun and speculation, but no evidence to back-up the notion.

I once told someone that “the Armenians invented the doorknob” with a straight face (I was kidding). Two months later a California Armenian informed me that his local paper just published the little-known fact that Armenians invented the doorknob! These things can take on a life of their own.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Clotheslines or the Gym?

The sight of an old clothesline in the heart of suburban Sagamore Beach (see Marash Girl's photo) jarred Marash Girl.  Once (and not so long ago) we carried heavy baskets of wet clothes out to the fresh air to hang on our back yard clotheslines -- the sunshine (if it was sunny) and fresh air (if we didn't live too close to a highway) revived us and the exercise (lifting and carrying weight, bending, stretching) energized (or alternatively exhausted) us.

Today we throw our wet clothes into the electric (or gas) dryer (consuming untold amounts of energy) and drive to the gym for our exercise.  Who's kidding whom?  Are we really emancipated or have we given up a wonderfully natural form of exercise (and don't forget the part about chatting over the back yard fence) for the artifice of weights inside an airless, sunless gym full of stressed bodies anxious to go through the motions that are required in today's world of perfectly toned bodies?

Of course, there's always gardening in the summer and shoveling in the winter . . . 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Your words may live beyond you . . .

"We suffered; now it's your turn."  Those were the words handed to Marash Girl when, one day, desperate, she had turned to an aunt for help with her four children.  Luckily, Marash Girl never took that "turn", as for her, bringing up her children was a joy.  But those words did serve as a different kind of warning, for when Marash Girl wondered what she would write about today,  those very words rang out loud and clear in her memory, words spoken by a woman long since gone from this earth.  The warning?  Take care with what you say because you never know what words will live beyond you.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Yellow Ribbons: Watertown Strong, Boston Strong

Watertown Square, 1/2 mile from the capture of the Boston Marathon  terrorists.
Memorializing the cities' strength in the face of adversity, yellow ribbons decorate the trees along Mt. Auburn Street.
Photo by Marash Girl

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Old Clothesline

                Sagamore Beach:   The Old Clothesline, or, Still Hanging In There.   Photo by Marash Girl.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Don't go to bed angry . . .

In junior high school,  verbal parry was king, and among the favorites was the following:

"Don't go away mad; just go away!"

Yesterday, Marash Girl visited a home where a plaque hung on the wall with the following message:

"Don't go to bed angry; stay awake and fight!"

She's guessing that the originator of the plaque may have attended her junior high school!


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Dorothy West's Desk

Hidden in the manuscript archives of the Schlesinger Library, Harvard University, is a prized possession:  the desk on which Dorothy West wrote her short stories, essays and novel.  The question is, how did Marash Girl get into the archives to photograph the desk . . . !!!


From Wikipedia:

Dorothy West was a novelist and short story writer during the time of the Harlem Renaissance. She is best known for her novel The Living Is Easy, as well as many other short stories and essays, about the life of an upper-class black family.  She was  born in Boston on June 2, 1907, and died in Boston on August 16, 1998.



Monday, June 3, 2013

More on Memory . . .

Overheard at Radcliffe Day in response to the guest speaker's presentation . . . 

"There was a moment of spark, but I don't remember what it was . . ."

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Memory . . .

Overheard at Starbuck's . . .

"I can't remember!"

"But you're not that old!"

"My brain is older than I am!"

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Lobster Rolls in Monson, Massachusetts?

Marash Girl, a lover of lobster, and especially lobster rolls,  returning from a (sad) visit to Wilbraham, consumed  (in totality) the king of lobster rolls.  On a toasted bun and covered with melted butter, the lobster roll, served hot, (can you believe it?) was full of succulent large, tender pieces of lobster.  Upon asking the owner why she served her lobster rolls hot, she answered,
"My husband comes from New Haven. The folks in New Haven always serve their lobster rolls hot!"



An unlikely place to stop if you didn't know better, CJ's  hot lobster roll is worth the trip out Route 20 to Monson/Palmer, Massachusetts:
371 Wilbraham St, Palmer, MA 01069
(413) 283-2196
 And for those of you who prefer burgers to lobster, CJ's offers your choice of 2 hamburgers, 2 cheeseburgers or 2 hot dogs with fries for $4.99!!!


You can eat outdoors or more sedately indoors in a rather nicely paneled dining area.

The only reason you might think twice about stopping at CJ's (if you didn't know better) is its location, right next to the  Magic Lantern, a strip joint that's been going strong on Route 20 (Boston Road), Monson, MA since at least the 1940's!