BY CATHERINE YESAYAN
On a misty December day in Glendale this year, I was jolted back in time 50 years to my childhood Christmases in Tehran. The experience was evoked upon the sight of the beautiful holiday décor arranged by Glendale School Board member Mary Boger in their living room. Mrs. Boger’s home was one of [...]
BY CATHERINE YESAYAN
Halloween, pumpkin patches, and fallen leaves are images that come to mind when I think of autumn. Festivals are other images associated with that time of the year. Among all Fall Festivals – from October Fest to Harvest Fest – there’s one that I don’t want to miss: that’s the Arpa International Film Festival.
Saturday September 21, is Armenian Independence Day, which I’d say holds a special place in the hearts of all Armenians. It certainly does for me. The day signifies an important milestone, the realization of a dream held for generations that suddenly and unexpectedly happened 22 years ago after the fall of the Soviet Union.
Am I lucky or what? Last year while I was doing a research online for a column about the “Water Feast,” an old Armenian tradition of dousing each other with water, I found pictures taken in Yerevan showing kids throwing buckets of water. I wished that one day I could be there in person, watching those kids in action and taking my own pictures.
When you arrive in Armenia, you are ushered to far flung places around the country to see the vestiges of an ancient kingdom that once spread across the land, dotted with thousands of world’s oldest churches and monasteries. Vanadzor, the third most populated city in Armenia, is not one of those places.
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of being at the opening ceremony of a day-camp at Proshyan village about 12 km outside of Yerevan. We arrived at around 11:30 a.m. at the village. Our driver took us directly to the Armenian Youth Federation (AYF) center where boys and girls were playing in front of the two story building.
BY CATHERINE YESSAYAN
One of the main reasons I decided to visit Paris on my way to Armenia was to learn and write about the small community of Armenians living in Issy-Les-Moulineaux, a suburb located on the southwest edge of Paris.
My father’s family moved from Tehran to Paris when he was 9 or 10, and they [...]