Friday, January 17, 2014

What Can I Bring? Part Two

Little did Marash Girl realize when she wrote her blog post  entitled "What Can I Bring?" 
(see http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-can-i-bring.html) that there was a cookbook by that very title for sale at http://www.oldcornerbooks.com/shop/oldcorner/51852.html (It's true -- check it out!)  Now all Marash Girl has to do when she invites folks to dinner and they ask her that age old question . . . all she has to do  is to tell them to check out Anne Byrn's cookbook and choose from over 200 delicious options.  They'd have to buy the book from OldCornerBooks.com first, of course, in order to make their selection . . . or they could always check the book out of the library, if that is their preference.  Why, this cookbook actually has a recipe for spanaklu boerek, (Armenian spinach turnover), a favorite of Marash Girl's family, though in Byrn's book the dish is called Spinach and Feta Pie.  So don't ask Marash Girl what you can bring next time you're coming to visit; just choose anything from this cookbook; it'll do fine.

[Of course Marash Girl's mother Jennie NEVER would ask such a question.  She would simply bring the whole meal -- that is, the whole meal if she had been invited to a non-Armenian home for dinner!]

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Honeymooning in Washington, DC: 1940: No Room in the Inn!

Matthew 24:6 And ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.

And so Peter and Jennie, following their wedding ceremony, set out on their honeymoon driving, approaching Washington, DC, in a snowstorm.

As it turned out, because of the rumors of war,  look where they might, there was no room . . . not in the inns, the tourist homes, the hotels, . . .  Finally, in Silver Spring, Maryland, Peter pulled into a gas station, desperate, and asked the gas station attendant where he might find a room for that night.   The gas station attendant (owner?) suggested, with a sly grin, that Peter should try the house -- a pillared mansion, really -- across the way; that the woman who lived there took in guests.  So Peter dutifully drove across the street, pulled into the grand circular driveway of the mansion. Leaving Jennie in the car, he walked up to the door and knocked.  A stately and stern woman answered the door.  The woman appeared bewildered to see Peter there, and asked why it was that he was standing at her door, knocking . . . He explained that he had just driven down from Boston after his wedding with his bride, and search as he might, he could find no places to stay . . .
"The fellow running the gas station across the road suggested that you might have a spare room to rent," he offered in his slightly marked Boston accent.
"The very idea!" she intoned in her highly cultured English. "I have no such thing!"
 Peter, taken aback at her answer, explained again, and asked if she wouldn't reconsider.
 "Let me see your wife -- bring her here and let me look at her."
As Peter explained it, when Jennie arrived at her doorstep, the owner of the mansion said to Jennie, "Turn around in a full circle, please!"
Jennie turned around in a full circle.  Peter, to the day that he last told the story, did not know the reason that the owner of the mansion asked Jennie to twirl for her, but Jennie did as she was told, and that was the coup d'état.
The moment the woman met sweet Jennie, she invited the two young people into her home, set them up in her guest room, and the next morning, invited them to have breakfast with her.  Over breakfast, she gave them the keys to her house and told them that they were welcome to stay as long as their honeymoon lasted -- they could come and go as if it were their home . . . they should plan to breakfast with her every morning.

And Marash Girl is here as evidence that, in fact, they did stay at her home for the full two weeks of their honeymoon!

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Happy Anniversary, Mommy and Daddy - We Miss You!

On this day in 1940, Peter Bilezikian and Jennie (Lucille Mae Vartanian) were married in Cambridge, Massachusetts.  

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Bedros and Boghos: On the rooftop in Kumbet, Marash, Ottoman Empire

Peter would often chuckle when he regaled us with his memory of how he and his brother Paul would ascertain which wife their Muslim neighbor was going to sleep with on any particular night: the young boys would climb up onto their rooftop (the roofs were all flat) in Kumbet and scan the next door neighbor's roof to ascertain which wife was arranging the bedding -- the "yorghans" -- for that night.

Monday, January 13, 2014

The Moska and Grandma Yepros

Back to Marash . . . Marash Girl remembers her father Peter telling her of their Muslim neighbors in Marash, (the family lived in Kumbet) and of how the Muslim women would come to Grandma Yepros and beg her to ask her uncle (her uncle was a priest in the Armenian Apostolic Church in Marash) to prepare a moska for them so that they could bear a male child. . . a cloth amulet with (Armenian) Christian prayers written on slips of paper and sewn inside of the cloth, a cloth amulet attached to a cord that the Muslim women would wear around their necks. 

The Muslim women were ever grateful to Grandma Yepros (born Kurtgusian) as they would, without fail, after wearing the "moska", conceive and bear a male child.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Sleeping through breakfast . . .

Breakfasting in Springfield, Massachusetts, having wended her way down to the corner breakfast place through yesterday morning's sleet and snow and fog and cold, Marash Girl noticed that there was a fellow sleeping in the corner of the coffee shop.  Feeling a bit uncomfortable about having breakfast while a stranger was sleeping directly across from her, she thought she'd  better report the occurrence to the management.  The management immediately walked over to the corner, took a look at the sleeping man, and reported, "Oh, he's a regular," returning to his managing with no concern whatsoever.

A regular what? Marash Girl wondered, as she turned to take a sip of her coffee.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

LIFELONG LOVE OF BOOKS BECOMES A BUSINESS by Daphne Abeel, May 10, 2003

COMMUNITY NEWS:  LIFELONG LOVE OF BOOKS BECOMES A BUSINESS
 by Daphne Abeel,  Armenian Mirror Spectator, May 10, 2003

Newton, Mass. -- For Marash Girl, a lifelong fascination with and love of books has led to a business, which she conducts from her large, rambling house in Newton.  The ceiling-high shelves, which run the length of the hallways on the second and third floor house well over 30,000 volumes which provide the basis for the free global book search she offers to her customers.  Said Marash Girl, :I think I got interested in books because of my father, Peter Bilezikian.  He is a Genocide survivor from Marash.  He had no early schooling but he did attend public schools in Brighton and Watertown.  He didn't go to college.  He always worked with his hands as a refrigerator repairman or electrician, but when he came home, he would sit down and start to read."
Her mother, whose family came from Aintab, also encouraged Marash Girl to read.  "Whenever she saw me reading, she told me it was the most important thing."
Marash Girl remembers that one of her father's Yankee customers gave her family a library of books when she moved from Newton to Marshfield.
And she remembers vividly the first time she ever bought a book of her own.  "I went with my father to a church book sale in Weston. We pored over the titles, and they couldn't have cost very much.  We each chose a book and went home with our little treasures."
Marash Girl's interest in reading and education took her through Newton High School and to Radcliffe College, and later to Yale and Columbia Universities where she received two masters degrees -- in teaching and guidance counseling.  It was at Radcliffe that she learned to speak and write Armenian.  "My parents really didn't speak Armenian as they had both grown up in Turkey.  My father learned Armenian when I brought my books home. He taught himself at the age of 47.
     While at Yale, she embarked upon a second book-buying spree.  Yale University sold off a number of illustrated books that had been published in the 18th and 19th centuries.  "I wasn't interested in collecting at the time, but I bought a number of those beautifully bound and illustrated books," Marash Girl recalled.
     Marash Girl embarked upon a teaching career at Lexington High School, moving later to the Boston Publich Schools.  She also worked as a guidance counselor at Newton High School, but gave up her teaching career to raise four children with her husband whom she met at Harvard.
"Of course, I read to my children all the time . . . every gook in the library.  Then, when my children enrolled at the AGBU Armenian School in Watertown, the principal, Gloria Hagopian, encouraged me to put together a children's library there."
     Marash Girl gathered thousands of books, by going to book sales, yard sales and to the New England Mobile Book Fair, which sold children's books for a dollar apiece.  She and other mothers at the school catalogued the books according to the Dewey decimal system.
     Her first real business enterprise was Vintage and Classic Cookbooks, which she started in 1986. "I had always collected cookbooks, but I actually bought a huge collection, and I was even mentioned in the New York Times.  I advertised in the Antiquarian Bookmabn's Weekly."
     Marash Girl says she barely broke even, almost never selling a book for over $10.  "I really did it for the fun.  What charged for the books just covered the mailing, the postage and the printing of the catalogue."
     Eventually, she gave the cookbook collection to the Bryn Mawr Bookstore in Cambridge, but a few years later, with the advent of the internet, Marash Girl found some of her old customers coming back to her.
     Michael & Helen Selzer, friends, who owned several bookstores in western Massachusets had started an internet book service called Bibliofind.  They urged Marash Girl to get back into the book business.  "They told me, - you can be in the game with the big boys - and so I joined Bibliofind, which allowed me to upload to a generic book site."
     Marash Girl does far more than simply sell a book to a customer.  "It probably takes 20 minutes to a half an hour to actually do a listing.  When you're buying on the internet, you don't always know what you're going to get.  When I sell a book, I clean it up, I flip through the pages, put mylar on the jacket.  If a book needs repair, I let people know."
     The pricing of a book depends totally on supply and demand, said Marash Girl.  She gives as an example a title, THE PRINCIPLES OF KNITTING which had a single printing in 1986.  "This is a niche book.  It's the bible for knitters and copy will now go for $250 to $300."
     Marash Girl emphasizes that her search for hard-to-find, out-of-print books is free.  "A lot of places like Waldenbooks will charge $10 to do a search, so what we are offering is valuable service."
     One of the most unusual finds she has made was turning up a copy of SON OF THE WOLF, a novel by Jack London. Published by Houghton Mifflin in 1900, the book had no spine and was virtually falling apart.  Not certain that it was a first edition, she listed the book for $50.  It was bought by a Harvard graduate student.  The book, in a sense, has changed his life.  Recently, Charkoudian received an email from him telling her that the book was probably imperfect sheets and may have been used to train a binder's apprentice.  He will be the featured speaker at the Jack London Foundation next year and will lecture on the relationship between Jack London and Houghton Mifflin.
     "He'd been looking for this book for 10 years, and I was able to find it for him in one day.  That's what makes me happy in this business.  There's the thrill of just buying and selling books, but it's not the money you make.  It's making people happy, finding a book that someone hasn't seen since they were 5.  I mostly sell to ordinary people, not to collectors.  I think of myself as a friend to my customers, who shares their love of books."
     Marash Girl is available to give free lectures on out-of-print books.  Her website is http://www.OldCornerBooks.com

And that's the story, as Daphne Abeel told it 20 years ago!  The story continues, as Marash Girl continues to serve the booklovers of the world through her website, http://www.OldCornerBooks.com.

Be sure to take the time to visit one day soon . . . the book you love may be just around the corner!

Friday, January 10, 2014

Looking for a book? Old? New? Out of Print? Check out OLDCORNERBOOKS.COM!

Recently a friend asked Marash Girl why Marash Girl never wrote about her online bookstore, OldCornerBooks.com, her 35,000 out of print books, her books housed both in her Victorian home as well as in her warehouse which was once a train depot in Newton Corner!  Marash Girl has not mentioned her bookstore because she did not want this blog to become commercial -- these posts were a break from commercial for her --  but since her friend asked, here it is: a link to her online bookstore of over 35,000 books, just waiting for a new home . . . curious?  Just click http://www.OldCornerBooks.com

And tomorrow Marash Girl will reprint a copy of an article published in the Armenian Mirror Spectator about how her bookstore came into being, an article written by a Radcliffe classmate, now deceased, an article that will give all of her readers another peek into the past!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

More Holy Water, please!

Soon after Marash Girl arrived home on Armenian Christmas, she called a friend with whom she had not spoken since the new year. Marash Girl learned that her friend was soon to have a serious operation. Marash Girl immediately (scroll down to read yesterday's blog) offered her the last container of holy water, the water blessed on Armenian Christmas.  Her friend immediately accepted (although she too had been brought up protestant); the sense of relief that her friend felt was palpable, even over the telephone. 

Next year Marash Girl must remember to bring her own large bottle to fill with that unending supply of water, water which will be blessed on January 6, 2015, water which Marash Girl will share with those around her that are in need of blessing and healing. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Holy Water to Share on January 6, the Day of Jesus' Birth, the Day of Jesus' Baptism

Having been brought up poghokagan (Protestant), Marash Girl was not sure what to do when she, along with the rest of the congregation at St. James Armenian Church in Watertown, Massachusetts, was offered Holy Water on Armenian Christmas (which, it turns out, is the same day that the Baptism of Jesus is celebrated -- not sure if that's always the case on the Armenian church calendar, or just this year . . . pardon her ignorance)

And so dutifully, Marash Girl went up to the altar to accept her little plastic cup of holy water.

Her friend (Mr. A.) had told her to bring her own big bottle so that throughout the year, she could pass the blessed water around to the ailing, but  not having been brought up in the tradition, and not wanting to appear greedy, she had neglected to bring her own bottle.  Mr. A   insisted that Marash Girl take at least two of the small containers.  Marash Girl wondered why, and was not sure, but she did so, somewhat guiltily, as she didn't want to be selfish.  Immediately upon carrying her two small containers out of the church, Marash Girl met a long time friend, a friend whose husband has been ailing for years.  Marash Girl immediately handed her friend a container of holy water.  Her friend's eyes filled with tears.  "I didn't have time to stand in line with the hundreds of people . . . I have to get to work . . . You don't know how much this means to me. . ."

Now Marash Girl understands: she will know in the future to gather holy water to share; that rather than taking more than her share, her share is to share!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The best and the worst of it . . .


Our New Year's Eve party hostess encouraged us to share, and share we did, old and young alike!

Monday, January 6, 2014

Sunday, January 5, 2014

355 Newtonville Avenue, Newtonville, Massachusetts Destroyed by Fire

355 Newtonville Avenue, Newtonville, Massachusetts    Photo by Marash Girl
This 3-story Victorian single-family home at 355 Newtonville Avenue, Newtonville, Massachusetts, corner of Newtonville Avenue and Harvard Street,  life-long home of the Haroutunians who, in 1915, escaped the Armenian genocide and came to Newtonville to start a new life,  home to life-long friends of Marash Girl's family, two blocks from 439 Newtonville Avenue (the building which was built by Marash Girl's father and housed his business Newtonville Electrical Co., Inc.),  this historic Newton house was destroyed by fire on January 4, 2014.  According to Massachusetts State Police, smoke from the fire  caused Mass Pike traffic to slow down to 40 mph in the area. The fire was thought to have started at the dishwasher on the first floor. Marash Girl visited Newton Presbyterian Church this morning, hoping to find their organist, John Haroutunian, whose home it was that was destroyed. John was there, playing hymns on the organ as he has been doing for years; John expressed his gratitude that all had escaped the fire unharmed. 

Continuing the New Year . . .

Walking into the New Year's Eve party, we couldn't miss the decorated wall on which were posted blank sheets of paper ready to accept our promises for the New Year.  

Can't read them? Scroll down!
Easy Ones
.
Bring on the Challenge

Be nice to my mister.
Frame all my pictures.
Live in the moment!
Me, too!
Exercise more!!!
Organize the house and de-clutter
Lose Weight
Make a Baby
No video games for a month.
Start running again
More Yoga



Please add your own New Year's Resolutions  by clicking the word "Comments" below!

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Share and share alike!

Overheard at a New Year's Eve party:

"They sent my 2 year old granddaughter home from daycare today just because she had a 101.5 temp.  Can you believe it?  Look at her!  She's fine!"  (Marash Girl looked at the little girl whose nose was dripping, eyes red, hyperactive, running about sharing her flu with all the other children and adults in the room . . .   the child's grandfather and father both doctors, both present at the party!)

Friday, January 3, 2014

Flowering in celebration of the New Year

This plant had the temerity to flower on the first day of the first snowstorm of the  New Year!
Would that we all could follow its example!


Thursday, January 2, 2014

Burning Away the Old, Making Way for the New: New Year's Day on Wilbraham Mountain

Instructions to the Revelers on New Year's Eve
Burning away the unwanted . . .
 On Wilbraham Mountain . . . Their backs to the past, facing into the New Year on New Year's Day 2014

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Best of 2013 Brings Happiness to 2014!

The best of 2013 from Marash Girl's kitchen was . . . . trumpets please . . . .
chocolate chip cookies made from the recipe on the back of the Kirkland (that's Costco's brand) all natural Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips package, and made with, of course, the contents of that package:  Kirkland all natural Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips which are made from cocoa beans grown in a socially & environmentally responsible manner (read more on the back of the package).

The chocolate chip cookie compliments came from a child as young as 2 years old to a man as old as 70 years old, from a man born of Armenian parents in Syria all the way over to a man born in California of Irish and German descent . . . all in agreement . . . the best chocolate chip cookies ever, hands down.  (Marash Girl really does not want to be the cause of marital discord, but she thinks this batch of cookies did it!)

Want the recipe?  It won't work without the chocolate chips from Costco, so don't blame Marash Girl if you don't follow the recipe exactly as it is written . . . no substitutions . . . and for goodness sake (the goodness of the cookie), use only all natural vanilla and remove the cookies from oven while they are still soft to the touch, or to put it in the negative, DO NOT USE ARTIFICIAL VANILLA and DO NOT OVERBAKE!

Here's the recipe from the back of the package . . .

OLD-FASHIONED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

3/4 cup (1.5 sticks) butter, softened
1/2 cup granulated (white) sugar
1 cup light brown sugar, packed down in the cup when measuring
1 tbsp Pure Vanilla Extract (also available at Costco for a pittance of the price in other stores)
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 cups all-purpose flour (Marash Girl uses King Arthur but this recipe also works with gluten free flour)
2 cups Kirkland Signature Chocolate Chips (Marash Girl prefers to use only        1 cup)

Preheat Oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

Combine butter (at room temperature), sugar and brown sugar in a medium-sized bowl. Blend with mixer until smooth.  Add fresh eggs and pure vanilla extract.  Mix thoroughly with an electric mixer on medium speed.  Sift baking soda and salt with a little flour into the flour. Stir slightly to make sure baking soda is blended with flour.  Then slowly add this flour mixture to the bowl of sugar/eggs mixture until thoroughly blended.  Fold in Kirkland Signature Chocolate Chips (and nuts, if desired) with a spatula.  Drop by spoonfuls (Marash Girl uses a small ice cream scoop -- much easier) onto ungreased baking sheets.  Bake at 375 degrees Fahrenheit for 12 minutes or desired doneness.  

Cookies should be soft to the touch when removed from oven; (yes, you can touch them lightly and quickly with you finger without burning your finger . . .) Be careful not to OVERBAKE those cookies, for if you do, there'll be no compliments coming your way!  Recipe yields about 45 cookies.

Hint:  For easy clean up, use parchment paper to line your baking sheet -- also available at Costco -- though Marash Girl has never baked with parchment paper.

If  you follow the recipe exactly (no substitutions), if you don't overcook the cookies, and if you don't finish all the cookies yourself . . . if you promise Marash Girl that you will share these chocolate chip cookies, Marash Girl promises you that the compliments will never stop coming your way!

Happy 2014!

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Goodbye to the past . . .

What shall Marash Girl write about on this last day of the year?  As she was walking across the bridge to the market this morning, she was thinking about her grandmother, Yepros, her grandmother, orphaned during the  1895 massacres, a little girl when she witnessed the murder of both parents in Marash, Ottoman Empire at the sworded hands of the Ottoman Turks,  suddenly a little orphan girl holding her littler sister Mary Kurtgusian close to her, hiding in the closet where her parents told her to hide, where they told her to remain in silence no matter what she heard.  She hid and held her little sister.  How much she cried, Marash Girl will never know; perhaps it was what Yepros witnessed that caused her blindness those many years later, once she had reached the safety of the  New World . . .  that caused her to hold her silence no matter what she experienced in the years that followed . . . 

Monday, December 30, 2013

Post-Christmas Feast

  Squirrel feasting on Marash Girl's Christmas Eve Boulghour Pilaf
(Can you see the squirrel sitting on the far upper edge of the zinc tub, 
the orange mound of boulghour in the tub nearer the viewer?)

Photo taken with an iPhone camera by Karoun through the dining room screened window on the day after Christmas

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Kids say the darnedest things! (With a nod to Art Linkletter)

Overheard at the mall:

"My daddy is always funny; my mommy is always right!"

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Over the Back Fence

Actually, across the side fence . . .

Peering out of her dining room window, later on Christmas day, Marash girl spied her neighbor, an esteemed Boston lawyer, jumping up and down in his trash barrel, the barrel full to the brim with discarded Christmas wrappings, the neighbor vainly attempting to compact the wrappings into a manageable mass.

Friday, December 27, 2013

New Photos from the Armenian Community in Alexandria, Egypt

Nicolas, one of our blog followers, after reading http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/alexandria-egypt-thru-eyes-of-native_05.html 
requested more photos of the Armenian Church in Alexandria, Egypt.   Visiting blogger KID FROM ALEX obliged with the  following photos, never before posted.  Kid from Alex writes, "These were sent to me by a friend of a friend when he was visiting Alexandria a few years ago. Pictures are of Sourp Boghos Bedros (St. Paul and Peter), and of property around the church."



 







Thursday, December 26, 2013

Overheard at Bleu : Cape Cod Oysters on the Half Shell

Always eavesdropping at restaurants, Marash Girl witnessed the following:

A gentleman ordered his first course: oysters on the half shell;  the oysters arrived, but no cocktail sauce.  What self-respecting New Englander could eat oysters without cocktail sauce?

When the guest asked the waitress to bring cocktail sauce, the waitress replied haughtily, "We don't stock cocktail sauce."

The gentleman's wife, without pause, saved the day: "I'll tell you how to make it; my husband won't eat oysters without cocktail sauce.  Do you have ketchup?"

"Yes," replied the waitress.

"Do you have horseradish?"

"Yes," replied the waitress.

"Do you have lemon?"

"Yes," replied the waitress.

"Just bring them all here, or you can stir them together in the kitchen; I want my husband to enjoy his oysters!"

And enjoy them he did, despite the "fancy" Cape Cod restaurant's insistence on serving oysters on the half shell WITHOUT cocktail sauce!

N.B. Wait a minute . . . isn't that Arppie's secret cocktail sauce! (http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-throw-away-those-broccoli-stems.html)

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

"Merry Christmas To All, And To All A Good Night!"

"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there!"

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Chistmas Eve Tale, 1968, Charlestown, Massachusetts

It was Christmas Eve and the bars were full of sad-eyed men  . . .
 a local charity had purchased a truck load of turkeys to distribute among the poor, to give to the men so that they would have something to take home for Christmas dinner . . .But the men were too proud to take charity.

So Marash Girl's friend, John Powers, came up with a ruse that worked. . .

He walked into the neighborhood bars and whispered that he had a truckload of hot turkeys that he had to unload, and unload fast!

Within 15 minutes, the truck was empty, and the bars were empty.  The men who were sad-eyed, leaning against the bar, were now grinning from ear to ear, pleased to be carrying home a turkey, a turkey they had paid for, a turkey for their family to eat on Christmas Day.

Monday, December 23, 2013

CHRISTMAS DISPLAY ELICITS ANGRY LETTER: HEADLINE ON NEWTON TAB

Last week, Marash Girl wrote about the Nativity Scene in Newton Corner that she and her family have been enjoying for years. [http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2013/12/newton-corner-nativity-celebrating.html]


Front page of Newton Tab, Dec. 18, 2013
A week ago, in its December 18th issue, The Newton Tab wrote of the same scene but what they wrote was a bit unsettling . . . It took Marash Girl a while to decide whether or not to comment, as she eschews negativity . . . but here, at last, is her comment.

The headlines on the NEWTON TAB on December 18, 2013, read, "CHRISTMAS DISPLAY ELICITS ANGRY LETTER"; reading on in the article, we learn that an anonymous letter was written to the Newton, Massachusetts, displayer of Christmas fun. That an open display of a religious nature on private property could be offensive enough to write an anonymous letter to the owner of the display is surprising in this city in this century  . . .

Thinking back, though, even royalty took offense at the birth of an innocent babe, and later the public took offense at the very same babe grown to be a man . . .  and crucified him.  But then that story comes later . . . in about 4 months.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Snow Driving

Marash Girl expressed concern that her friend was driving through downtown Boston during rush hour in a snowstorm while talking to Marash Girl on a cell phone.

 "I've never been in a fatal accident yet,"  replied her friend.

"Well, you wouldn't be talking to me if you had been!" quipped Marash Girl.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Search for Baby Jesus

Vacationing on Cape Cod in early December can be iffy, at best, New England weather being what it is, but no worries . . .  there's always the favorite pastime for seasoned Cape Codders, a pastime introduced to Marash Girl by her dear departed friend Joan: searching the church thrift shops. . .  but unlike previous tours of Cape Cod Thrift Shops, this tour had a focus.
Marash Girl found the Baby Jesus!
After her visit to the Highland House and its exhibit of Christmas Creches from all over the world 
(http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2013/12/bill-hendels-christmas-creche.html), Marash Girl decided that she wanted to add to the few nativity scenes she puts out every Christmas.  And so she began searching the thrift shops, Marash Boy chauffeuring her with his New York Times at the ready.    She would enter the thrift shop, holding her breath in the hope that there might be a creche and its attending figures hidden somewhere in the corners of the shop . . . yes?  no?  No . . . . but in one shop, there were figures for the nativity scene, but the only problem?  It was missing the baby Jesus.  I'll take it!  said Marash Girl.  I know I can find Jesus if I look hard enough . . . and find Him she did . . . at the last church heading off Cape in Sandwich, Massachusetts.  Do you have a nativity scene with all the figures?   she asked the woman behind the counter.  "No," was the answer. "But we do have the Baby Jesus, and after all, He's the most important figure in the whole story, is he not?"  "Yes," shouted Marash Girl with a grin.  "He's the most important of all!  I knew I would find Jesus if I kept looking!" Marash Girl sighed as she took out her dollar bill to pay for the beautiful baby, but the saleslady would not take the dollar bill. . . she said, "Jesus is a gift . . . I cannot take your money . . . Jesus is free to all who want him . . . Take Him."  And Marash Girl did.

Friday, December 20, 2013

12th Annual WBUR Winter Solstice Celebration for WBUR's Robin Young Interviews Here and Now's co-Host Jeremy Hobson at WBUR


Wednesday evening, December 18, 2013: at the 12th Annual WBUR Winter Solstice Celebration, a fundraiser for the Sustainable Business Network of Massachusetts, Robin Young interviews her cohost on HERE AND NOW, Jeremy Hobson, who we all learned (among other non-tweetable fascinating facts about him), is 31 years old!
Admirer greets Jeremy Hobson in the hallowed hallway of WBUR.  Photo Credit: Peter Metz

Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Christmas Story

Barley Jim braved the cold and the snow yesterday to help Marash Girl shovel her walk in a not so raging snowstorm, and to deliver the following story.

Under a cold and clear full moon Monday night in a small park in Newton (Nonantum, Massachusetts) fully decorated with Christmas scenes, I stood on the snow in front of a large creche.  A little girl came running and bouncing over and said to me "Where is the Baby Jesus?".  I answered "He isn't here yet.  He won't be here until Christmas.  Come back and see him on Christmas."
   Where will we be on Christmas and what will we see?

Merry Blessed Christmas to you all,

Barley Jim

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

PARKING FOR SANTA ONLY!

No parking sign in Newton Corner reads,
PARKING FOR SANTA ONLY! . . . YOU DON'T WANT TO GET ON HIS NAUGHTY LIST!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Wally Bernheimer recognized for over 34 years of service on Newton (Massachusetts) Parks & Recreation Commission

Newton Parks & Recreation Commissioner Bob DeRubeis (right) congratulates Wally Bernheimer (left) on his more than 34 years of dedicated service as a member of the Newton Parks & Recreation Commission. 

At yesterday evening's meeting of the Newton Parks & Recreation Commission, Parks & Recreation Commissioner Bob DeRubeis read Mayor Setti Warren's proclamation in appreciation of Walter S. Bernheimer's 34 years of service. Mr. Bernheimer resigned from the commission yesterday evening.
Commissioner Bob DeRubeis presented the above plaque to Wally Bernheimer in recognition of Wally's dedication to the City of Newton and its parks and recreation.
Mr. Bernheimer, who grew up in Newton, attended Bigelow Junior High School, and used to skate on Bullough's Pond, was appointed to the commission over 34 years ago by Mayor Theodore Mann.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Full moon over Frozen Landscape

Stepping out the back door to catch a picture of the full moon over the frozen landscape, Marash Girl's storm door slammed shut, leaving her alone, now a part of the frozen landscape, at the top of an ice covered stairway, the door handle inoperable, she in her slippers with no jacket, 20 degrees fahrenheit, the wind blowing, ice underfoot, no way to get back into the house.  Luckily her camera was a phone as well,  and a telephone call for help (her shouts for help were unheard) soon (2 minutes though it seemed like a lot longer) brought Marash Boy to open the door and welcome Marash Girl  back into the warmth of her kitchen . . . and she, never so happy to be there!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Snow Ploughs In Absentia

Seven days ago, Marash Girl wrote of her sense of snow, and not only her sense of snow, but the snow plough's sense of snow.  Today, at 7 AM, it has been snowing for 14 hours, and sleeting for the last few, and not a snow plough to be heard, much less seen!  Luckily our neighbor's happy lights cheer the otherwise dreary morning! (Yes their house is on a hill; thus the slant of the photo taken from Marash Girl's level front porch.)





9 AM:  The snow ploughs just went by and left behind them a sheet of ice, no sand!  AND huge chunks of ice gathered from the street above left by the snow plough . . .  blocking our driveway. We'll wait and see if there's to be another saga in this drama.

The next saga?  Marash Girl shoveling it all out, of course!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Remembering Grandpa Garabed Vartanian

Grandpa Garabed Vartanian, born in Aintab in the mid to late 19th Century, living in Cambridge, Massachusetts in the early to mid 20th Century, used to sing a song, a song of his creation, a song that expressed his love for his beautiful blonde, blue-eyed granddaughter:

 Herkes sevsin Marta Mae, Marta herkes sevsinler!

Happy Birthday, Marta Mae!

Friday, December 13, 2013

GOOD NEIGHBOR IS GOOD BUSINESS!



Looking for a good lesson in sportsmanship, salesmanship, "neighborliness"?
Take a look at Champions Sporting Goods, 53 Leonard Street, Belmont, Massachusetts.  Their back door opens onto the town's parking lot, as do most of the businesses on that side of Leonard Street .  The difference between Champions and their neighbors is the sign posted on Champion's back and front doors, a sign which encourages customers visiting Belmont Center to "pass through"!
This sign on the front window of  Champions Sporting Goods, Leonard Street, Belmont, Massachusetts, reads "We are the official cut thru of Belmont Center - Welcome". Posted at the back door as well as the front, the sign encourages customers to use Champion Sporting Goods as a "cut thru" from the parking lot to the main shopping area on Leonard Street, and back again.  Let's hope the customers appreciate the gesture enough to stop and buy a sporting good or two as they pass thru!

A mother walks out onto Leonard Street after she has walked her child safely through
 Champions Sporting Goods from the parking lot in Belmont Center to the main thoroughfare.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Trivet: Ve get too soon oldt . . .

Marash Girl was so excited when she found this trivet in a church thrift shop in Falmouth on Cape Cod, Massachusetts.  Was her father visiting her again from the next world . . . and laughing? He LOVED to quote the phrase in German-accented English (yes, he had studied German in high school so he knew the accent well), "Ve get too soon oldt und too late schmart!" He probably first saw the quote on this trivet or one very much like this one -- a trivet which graced a dining room table in the 1930's! Or perhaps he knew the original expression in German . . .  We children would often hear him laughing, and repeating in a somber voice, "Ve get too soon oldt und too late schmart!"

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

NEWTON CORNER NATIVITY: CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS FOR OVER 70 YEARS!

Driving home from the post office on Galen Street, Marash Girl noticed a woman setting up the Nativity Scene on the snow-covered lawn in front of her house.  Marash Girl remembered visiting this very house to see this very scene (although it was always dark with the lights shining when  her mother and father drove her by on Christmas Eve -- a magical moment indeed).  Until the day he died, Peter (Marash Girl's dad) would drive by, or ask Marash Girl to drive him by in those last years, just to experience the magic of it all.  Last week, Marash Girl stopped to chat with the woman of the house, who explained, "My father started this many years ago, and I want to continue the tradition!"
 


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

There is no "mine" in this house!

It was the depression; the young men were survivors of the Armenian genocide and living and working in Watertown, Massachusetts. Paul had just purchased his first necktie with the earnings from his first job and had set the tie out to wear to church the next morning.  Peter, an early riser, got up to get ready for church, and spying the necktie, put it on.  When Paul came to don his new (to him) necktie, it was no longer where he had left it, but rather on Peter's neck!  Sunday morning suddenly burst out in a cacophony of shouts . . .  The boys' mother, Yepros, hearing the argument, stated the following:  Bu  evi, senin benim yokh. In this house, there is no mine or yours.  You wear the necktie to church this week, Peter, and Paul, you wear the necktie to church next week!

There is no yours or mine in this house! Bu  evi, senin benim yokh. Those words followed Marash Girl throughout her growing years . . .  and to this day.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Sense of Snow

Yesterday afternoon:

Marash Girl:  You think it's going to snow?

Neighbor:  Don't know.

Marash Girl:  Sure feels like it!

Confirming her New England Girl sense of snow, Marash Girl was wakened to the sound of snow plows rumbling past her house at four o'clock this morning . . .  

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Camelot at the New Rep Theatre in Watertown, Massachusetts

Camelot at Newton High School?  Is Marash Girl remembering correctly?  Didn't Susan Stone play opposite Irving Krasner, and thus, the two of them became heroes of their class?  Marash Girl played the piano in the orchestra for every rehearsal and every performance, so she couldn't be misremembering, or could she? Probably . . . what was the name of that show?

Those are the thoughts that whisked through the sieve of Marash Girl's memory when her friend offered her center front row seats to Camelot, performed by the New Rep at the Charles Mosesian Theatre in Watertown, Massachusetts.  And what a performance it was . . . . No, not the Camelot that Marash Girl remembers from high school days, but rather an incredible piece de resistance lasting 3 hours of big acting and big singing . . .
Taking their bows, l. to r.  Marc Koeck (as Lancelot), Benjamin Evett (as King Arthur), Erica Spyres (as Guenevere)

The whole cast graciously accepts applause from an enthusiastic audience at the end of the performance of Camelot.
Benefactor Charles Mosesian's photo at the entrance to the Charles Mosesian Theatre

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Friday, December 6, 2013

Falmouth, Massachusetts: Wind, Fog Horn Moan for Nelson Mandela

Falmouth, Massachusetts: grey seas,  foggy skies,  flags at half mast:
the wind & the fog horn moan  for Nelson Mandela

Hospitality a la Marash & Aintep

Some hints on Armenian courtesy . . . or perhaps it's Marashtsi/Ainteptsi courtesy . . .

All those dishes that folks bring filled to the brim with goodies for the holidays?  Once you empty them, what do you do with them?  Do you remember to return the dishes?  And when you return the dishes, are they empty?

Wrong!

Never return a dish empty of goodies . . . If you have nothing to fill the dish with, don't return it until you do!

I was reminded of this "rule" when a non-Armenian friend (actually now Armenian, given that she's been married to an Armenian for forever) returned my baking dish, a dish that had been filled with Marash Girl's Peach Cake (and yes, the peaches were from Wilbraham) . . . Marash Girl's friend  returned the dish with a loaf of the most delicious Banana Nut Bread Marash Girl has ever tasted . . .

So, ladies and gentlemen, a word to the wise, in this case, words to the wise . . . .

Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Celebrating Christmas, Cape Cod Style

Bring the kids (and the kid in you) to the Falmouth Village Green (Falmouth, Cape Cod, Massachusetts) for good old-fashioned Christmas fun!  Even the men setting up the exhibit were excited about it . . . especially as they were putting in the model train (under a protective plexiglass case, not pictured here) that could be made to move around the tracks by the simple push of a button.