Wandering through the Village Fair, Newtonville, September 30, 2013

 

And Speaking of Memory . . . (Remember?)

Yesterday evening, Marash Girl opened a Chinese Fortune Cookie which gave her the following message:

"A good memory is fine, but the ability to forget is the one true test of greatness. . ." By that definition, Marash Girl, and many of the rest of us, have passed the one true test of greatness . . . But then, what is it that we are willing to forget?  Yosef Hahim Yerushalmi (Zakhor) or Alan Wolfe (The Blessings of Exile) may want to weigh in on that thought . . .

P.S.  The other side of the message instructed Marash Girl how to say "orange" in Chinese!  Now there was a coincidence, since orange is Marash Girl's favorite color!

Lost anything recently?

If you're like Marash Girl, every once in a while you'll lose your car keys . . . or worse!  Well, Marash Girl was finally informed of a solution to the problem . . . although she'll admit that she hasn't tried it yet.  Her sister-in-law writes, "I learned  this phrase when I was working at GNC,  from a customer, an old gentleman born in the South, then  living in Springfield, Massachusetts:

'Infinite wisdom of my subconscious mind, where did I leave my ________?'"

"The first time I used the phrase," she writes," which was also the day the kind old gentleman told me of this 'method', it took me all day and many attempts with the phrase before I found my keys in the back room.  The door to the back room kept 'drawing' my attention as I was talking with a customer who was standing near  the back door.  After the customer left, not really expecting to find my keys, I went into the back room and there were the keys, sitting on some boxes."

When Marash Girl asked her how may times she had to repeat the phrase, she wrote, "The number of times varied for me.  I have not had to use the phrase lately, but I will if I misplace something.  As I think about it now, I think it is like a prayer. . . "

Your solution/s? Please share in the comments below!

The Bekmez Girl

A lavish display of wealth has always been favored by a certain group of folks . . . Americans label the display "Nouveau Riche", borrowing a French term.  Marashtsi Armenians need only comment, "the bekmez girl".

Many of the wealthy in Western Armenia, (the Western Armenians' term for Eastern Anatolia) owned vineyards outside of the cities in which they lived.  In the fall of every year, the vineyards would produce grapes in abundance, the crop far more than could be eaten by the populace in the countryside or the cities.  Thus bekmez would be made from the grapes -- a thick sweet syrup created by boiling down the grapes for days -- a syrup (similar to maple syrup) that would be used for sweetening throughout the year until autumn harvest.  Bekmez was expensive, and consumed by the wealthy in the rural areas, or shipped to the cities for sale to the urban wealthy.  The poor rarely had the opportunity to taste that delicious syrup.

Marash Girl is unable to remember the story told by Marashtsis about the "Bekmez Girl"; she remembers only the ending:  The peasant girl doesn't know what to do with the bekmez, so she wipes it all over her face and all over her "vor" (her bottom).  The meaning?  When folks of limited means come into sudden wealth, they don't know what to do with that wealth, and thus their choices are often ostentatious, or even worse, gross.  Marash Girl's comment to Marash Boy whenever she sees such display?  Oh, not to worry; it's only the bekmez girl!

Alan Wolfe on THE BLESSINGS OF EXILE at BC's Boisi Center

Alan Wolfe speaking at the Boisi Center on his book (in progress), The Blessings of Exile

Marash Girl attended Alan Wolfe's presentation on The Blessings of Exile: Why Minority Status is Good for the Jews and Everyone Else. She asked a question in Armenian, which, believe it or not, Prof. Wolfe answered . . . (in English, of course!) The concept of exile being a blessing is an interesting one . . . one that all Armenians should take into serious consideration.  Your thoughts?

"Alan Wolfe is the founding director of the Boisi Center and Professor of Political Science at Boston College. He is the author and editor of more than twenty books, including, most recently, Political Evil: What It Is and How to Combat It(2011), The Future of Liberalism (2009),Does American Democracy Still Work?(2006), Return to Greatness (2005), The Transformation of American Religion: How We actually Practice our Faith (2003), Moral Freedom (2001) and One Nation After All (1999). Widely considered one of the nation's most prominent public intellectuals, he is a frequent contributor to the New York Times, Washington Post, and The Atlantic, and has delivered lectures across the United States and Europe. He is currently at work on his latest book, The Blessings of Exile: Why Minority Status is Good for the Jews--and Everyone Else"

Overheard at the Entrance to the Downtown Harvard Club, Boston

What?  You want to see my ID?

I don't have to show my ID to vote, but I have to show my ID to get into Boston's Downtown Harvard Club?

Presidential Leadership and the Creation of the American Era: Dr. Joseph Nye Chats with Chowda at the Boston Downtown Harvard Club

Dr. Joseph Nye signing his book,
Presidential Leadership and the Creation of the American Era
Photo by Marash Girl

Yesterday evening, Dr. Joseph Nye chatted brilliantly (and often humorously) with a group of over 100 folks as they chowed down "chowda" (clam, corn or vegetarian)  at Boston's Downtown Harvard Club.

Presenting the ideas he espouses in his most recent book, Presidential Leadership and the Creation of the American Era, Dr. Nye contrasted American presidents such as Wilson and Reagan -- transformational presidents in his view -- with presidents such as Eisenhower and Bush (the father) -- presidents which he labeled transactional. Trying to decide whether a president was transformational or transactional? he asked the audience.  Just ask yourself the question, "If the opponent had won the election, would things have been different?"

Member of audience waits while Dr. Nye autographs  Presidential Leadership and the Creation of the American Era.
Photo by Marash Girl

Overheard at a Newton Corner Yard Sale

Overheard Saturday at a Newton Corner Yard Sale:

I don't have time to argue about price . . . I'll give you $10 cash for those plates  . . .
I'm in a rush; I have to go to a funeral.

The seller looked down at the set of 12 china plates decorated with gold, looked up at the customer's attire:  old jeans and a  t-shirt.

Oh . . . , the buyer mumbled. . . my clothes . . . well, it's a Christian funeral I'm going to, so
I don't have to change . . . 

Pulling a big fat roll of dollar bills out of his pocket, bills which still had the bank's brown paper band wrapped around them, and taking care not to show whether there were a hundred ones, or a hundred 20's, he mumbled, "Let me know if you have anything else good you'd like to sell.  .  .  I pay in cash."

Goodbye, Rostom, Goodbye: Remembering Rostom Voskanian

"Goodbye, Rostom, Goodbye!"  

Those are the words Marash Girl wrote in her journal in the August of her youth, as she was leaving Tehran for her home in the USA.  

Those are the words Marash Girl writes today as she learns of the passing of her good friend, Rostom Voskanian who, in the August of his old age, left this world for his new home with the Lord.  

"Goodbye, Rostom, Goodbye!"

ԱՍՏՎԱծ ՀՈԳԻՆ ԼՈՒՍԱՎՈՐԵ:

http://asbarez.com/114145/rostom-voskanian-and-an-architectural-legacy/

Iyi gitdi -- Hooray for the Broken Glass!

Don't cry over spilt milk, they say in the USA.

But Marash Boy's grandmother, an Armenian born in Marash, having escaped the death march and the genocide, said something different in Springfield, Massachusetts.  Whenever a glass or dish fell and broke, she cheered and would say, "Iyi gitdi" which translates into English, It's good that it's gone -- or more elaborately, "It's good that it's gone; let it take all the evil with it!"

Is that why a glass is broken at the end of a Jewish marriage ceremony?

Is that why Marash Boy's sister reports the following?

"As I recall (hopefully accurately) when a newly married couple returned from their honeymoon, as they entered the house where family members were gathered, a dinner plate and/or other china was dropped in front of them with force enough to break on the floor.  This was done to bring them good life and fortune together."

According to a friend who grew up in Armenia, the same action is taken in Armenia when a newly married couple enters their new home for the first time, but in Armenia, the dish is wrapped in cloth so that when it breaks, the pieces are not scattered all over the floor for someone (the new bride?) to clean up!

Overheard at the Harvard Club NYC - Իմ անուշիկս

Stranger at the Bar:  Who's that with you --

Guest:  That's my sweetie (translated from the Armenian, Իմ անուշիկս - "Im anoushigus").

Stranger at the Bar: Oh, how long have you been together?

Guest:  Since she was born!

Stranger at the Bar: Oh . . . she's your daughter!

Rainbow at the Back Door

                                             Rainbow at the Back Door                                                     Photo by Marash Girl      

September, along Route 20, Western Massachusetts

An Ancient Wedding Tale . . . Another Nasreddin Hodja Story

Nasreddin Hodja,  in his humble daily attire,  walked across the village to the wedding celebration.  The greeter at the entrance to the tent, looked at Nasreddin Hodja and would not allow Hodja to enter the wedding reception.  "You can't come in here looking like that!"

Nasreddin Hodja returned home and changed into his finest clothing.  Returning across the village to the wedding tent, Hodja was welcomed.  "Enter, enter, esteemed Nasreddin Hodja!" 

Nasreddin Hodja entered the wedding tent, was escorted to a table, and before him were placed the most elegant of wedding tasties.

With his right hand, Hodja opened the wide left sleeve of his wedding coat, and started pouring food down the sleeve.  

In horror, the guests surrounding him screamed, "Hodja, what are you doing?"

Nasreddin Hodja answered, "I'm feeding my coat.  It's clear that my coat was welcomed at this wedding celebration; not me!"


N.B. Grandpa Peter, born in Marash, would love to tell the tale!

"Darosu Kez" Տարոսը քեզ…

Տարոսը քեզ …"Darosu Kez!"

The Promise

Meghan & Deron

"May you have the same good fortune!"

Sealing the Promise

Getting Married: September 14, 2013









Photos courtesy of Auntie Martha

Deron & Meghan: Մէկ Բարձի Վրայ Ծերանաք

Deron & Meghan:  May you grow old on one pillow! Մէկ Բարձի Վրայ Ծերանաք!

Meghan & Deron in front of the altar at Trinity Church (Wall Street and Broadway in Manhattan)

Trinity Church (Wall Street and Broadway in Manhattan) - The Kushotz?

Mr. & Mrs. Deron Charkoudian at their wedding recption, Harvard Club, New York City

Wedding Cake Under Your Pillow?

Having arrived at the Harvard Club NYC in preparation for her son's wedding, Marash Girl met her soon to be "gelin" who had just rushed in from 44th Street with last minute instructions for the gentleman at the Club who was in charge of wedding arrangements . . . As she stood there listening,  Marash Girl remembered that at every wedding she had ever been to, the wedding cake had been sliced and handed out to the guests to take home . . . if the guest happened to be unwed and a woman, she was to take the cake home and place it under her pillow with the assurance that she would dream that night  of the man she would marry. . .  Have you ever heard of that custom? Marash Girl asked the bride to be (who had grown up in Pittsburgh). No, the bride to be had never heard of such a custom.  Have you heard of the custom? Marash Girl asked Harvard Club's Maitre d'.  No, he said; strange custom indeed.

Marash Girl asked Marash Boy if he had grown up with the custom, and yes, he said, he had, of course!  She asked her oldest daughter if she had ever heard of the custom, and her daughter said, yes, Marash Girl (or her mother, in this case) had told her all about it.

Thinking that it must be an Armenian custom, as none of the odars she had asked had heard tell of cake under the pillow identifying the future husband of a young woman, Marash Girl asked her daughter to check the internet -- Sure enough, the internet confirmed that the custom of placing a slice of wedding cake under your pillow in the assurance that you will dream of the man you will marry -- that that custom is not confined to Armenian circles, but is practiced worldwide.  Marash Girl could find no reference as to the origin of the custom.  However, the custom was repeatedly dismissed as an old wive's tale.  Marash Girl would see this custom, rather, as a young woman's promise! Why Pittsburgh and the Harvard Club of New York City had never heard of such promise is left for the anthropologists (and Marash Girl) to wonder at . . .

The Ring Bear

Several weeks after he had been asked to be a ring bearer at Deron & Meghan's wedding, Iffar asked his mother, "Now about that bear thing .  .  .   I know I'm going to be the ring bear, but when do I get my bear costume?"

Knitting to music!

Having problems remembering something?
Having problems teaching something?  Set it to music!

Teaching Iffar how to knit at age 4, Marash Girl and Iffar, snuggled next to each other, sang the directions in chorus:

Needle under, yarn around, slip it under, slip it off, dah dah dah,
Under, yarn around, slip it under, slip it off!

He's never forgotten the song, and he's never forgotten how to knit!

Having a blast . . .

Marash Girl was bored, waiting for a cup of coffee, waiting in a long line at a McDonald's which was positioned to provide for folks who wanted a break from driving along the Massachusetts Turnpike. 

She turned to the little boy waiting beside her and asked, "Do you know any good jokes?"

The little boy thought for a moment, and said, "Yes!"

He continued.  "A rocket and an airplane were at a party.  What did the rocket say to the airplane?" 

Marash Girl thought for a moment . . . "I don't know!"

His big blue eyes looked up at Marash Girl as he gave the answer to his riddle. 

"I'm having a blast!"  

The little boy grinned proudly and added, ""And I just made that up!"