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Posted by gamavor on 25 January 2017 - 09:53 AM
Posted by gamavor on 06 September 2017 - 08:10 AM
For Christ sake, on top of everything she gave UNESCO's Mozart prize to Mehriban Alieva. The later I'm sure did not know how to hold a violin.
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Posted by gamavor on 05 September 2017 - 06:35 AM
What a world we live in!
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Posted by MosJan on 15 July 2017 - 11:29 AM
Learn about the Armenian silversmiths of Kayseri who created beautiful silver covers for Armenian manuscripts. Three of these covers are in the collection of the Morgan Library & Museum in New York.
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Posted by gamavor on 11 April 2017 - 02:24 AM
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Posted by Yervant1 on 03 January 2017 - 02:45 PM
I think, it means mistake or a flaw and the բեխալատ would be the opposite of flaw, I mean flawless. I'm just going with the sentence structure and the Arabic word Khalat means mistake or a flaw, maybe that's where the origin is.
I hope this helps.
I believe the babies flaw is not falling sleep. The last sentence which says that you have one flaw, you don't sleep and stay awake.
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Posted by onjig on 13 October 2016 - 11:57 AM
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Posted by gamavor on 12 January 2016 - 10:44 AM
YEREVAN. A new fertilizer has been developed in Armenia, and to save water.
Director of Eco Technology company, Ashot Baghdasaryan, told Armenian News-NEWS.am that the granules of this fertilizer collect the water from the soil, and return it to the plant when and as needed.
And the granules of our fertilizer not only accumulate water, but also the useful nutrients, Baghdasaryan explained.
In addition, this fertilizer eliminates excess water, so that the roots of the plants do not decay.
As per the company manager, this fertilizer helps to increase crop yields by 40 to 60 percent.
Furthermore, this material biologically decomposes, and therefore it leaves no residues in the soil.
The fertilizer, which is called Aquasource, underwent several tests among volunteer farmers.
Also, it is tested with a number of international projects.
Ashot Baghdasaryan said Iran, Russia, the US, India, the United Arab Emirates, and even in distant South Africa and Namibia are interested in this new fertilizer.
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Posted by Yervant1 on 11 January 2016 - 01:27 PM
The chances that Russia will help us to free Western Armenia is as much as the help that we will get from the rest of the world, which is zero. We should rely on ourselves only.
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Posted by Yervant1 on 19 December 2014 - 10:42 AM
A CHRISTMAS CARD TO ONE AND ALL
The Harvell Gazette, MA
Dec 18 2014
Tom Vartabedian Haverhill Gazette
Hard to believe that I've waited until close to the last moment to
wish everyone a joyful Christmas.
It's only because I'm strapped for cash after going bonkers this year
and decided I'd use my best resources to get the word out.
Nothing easier and cheaper than to convey my intentions through
this Almanac column. It's okay. You don't have to reciprocate. I get
enough afterthoughts leading up to the New Year and beyond, if you
count Armenian Christmas on Jan. 6.
So let's begin by wishing my family the very best -- my wife, Nancy,
with whom I'll be celebrating our 50th anniversary on Feb. 19. I
chose that date because it was her birthday and I couldn't think of
a better time to exchange our vows.
Cheers go out to the other three favorite people in my life --
children Sonya, Ara and Raffi -- and the six grandchildren in our
lives. Get set for Disneyworld, guys. We've got a lot of celebrating
to do this February in the land of unbroken dreams.
Let's hit the newspaper crowd next -- editor Bill Cantwell, who
peruses my columns each week and makes them readable, along with
climbing cohorts Dave Dyer, Paul Tennant and Mike LaBella. I still
remember that time we got stranded on Mount Katahdin in Maine and
spent the night on a rock studying the stars. Turned out to be a
pretty decent Almanac, as I recall.
You'll find me three afternoons a week playing racquetball at
the Haverhill YMCA. Maybe George Yell will let me win a game this
Christmas. Welcome Clint "CJ" Clay. You're the next generation. I
marvel at the job Executive Director Tracy Fuller does in keeping
that facility intact. Kudos to you, too.
You'll also see me browsing up a storm at the library -- a true
resource for our community -- and all that it avails to me, whether
books, CDs or DVDs. I am proud to admit that both my sons secured
their Eagle Scout badges by doing community projects for the library.
Not a bad consideration for any good scout.
As the 100th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide approaches in 2015,
the congregation at our Armenian Church at Hye Pointe is already at
work planning a milestone commemoration in the community. Watch for
details. While I'm at it, good luck to all those involved with the
church's building project in Ward Hill. It's been a long time in
Greetings and salutations go out to my doctor, Peter Rees, for keeping
me agile. He sets a fine example for health and fitness. And to my
cardiologist Salmon (Sonny) Ghiasuddin for saving me from expiration --
not once but twice. It's been 10 years since I've become "pipe free."
Same goes for Dr. Alan Gonick and his staff at Greenleaf. Be true to
your teeth -- otherwise they will become false. He makes a root canal
seem so tolerable. My sentiments also go out to Dr. Alvin Yadgood,
my oral surgeon at Northern Essex. I cannot say enough about implants.
I marvel at the work being done by cohorts Kathy Bresnahan and Rita
LaBella in organizing a myriad of activities at the Council on Aging.
There's no reason why any senior citizen in this city should be bored.
The guy behind it all is head honcho Vinny Ouellette, who seems to
have more arms than an octopus.
The ping-pong vibrations you may hear Monday nights come from West
Meadow Road, where some pretty hot table tennis activity is heard. Bob
Baillargeron and Malcolm Anderson are two fine players who don't act
their age. May their paddles always keep them young.
Special Christmas greetings go out to the sick and the infirmed of
this city, those who will spend the holiday in hospitals and nursing
homes. It's not the place you want to be. May you be joined by family
Extended wishes are conveyed to the caregivers and medical support
staffers who must work this day to keep the health system mobilized
and in good hands. Santa applauds you.
Here's a greeting to all the police and firefighters who maintain
their constant vigil, holidays or not. And to all those who do not
celebrate Christmas. May some of you get caught up in the spirit,
whether you're a Christian or not.
For one brief day, bury all the bad news and put a moratorium on crime
and punishment. Let's finally end this terrible plight in the Middle
East and live in a world where peace and harmony work hand-in-hand.
Above all, let's put Christ back into Christmas and honor the day
for what it was intended.
If you're looking for the perfect last-minute gift, try this. Human
kindness costs nothing and goes the furthest.
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Posted by Nané on 28 January 2013 - 12:35 PM
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Posted by man on 19 December 2012 - 03:24 AM
Posted on December 15, 2012
Nathalie Kazandjian aka Nat K
(Canada, AVC ‘ 12)
The "Welcome Home Natty" poster along with friends and family were what greeted me as I made my way past the Arrival gates of the Montreal Trudeau Airport. In that instant, I felt pretty good about coming home. However, as the days went by, the post-Armenia blues violently kicked in as soon as I found myself doing the same old things I used to do. Suddenly, things that seemed so familiar felt foreign and strange. It was a whole new culture shock but it was real and unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do about it. The problem was not coming home to friends and family. The problem itself was leaving Armenia. For the little bit that I was back, I couldn’t even look at my photos nor talk about it for fear of being overcome with even more heartbreak and anguish than I already felt. I missed everything and everyone that belonged to my life in Armenia.
Before I know it, I found myself longing for Armenia. I missed waking up every morning to hearing my host mother say “ Parev parev garmir arev siroon jan”. I missed walking down 58 district to catch the marshrutka, 100 drams in hand and giving my regular Parev to the locals. I missed walking home from work and being greeted by the cutest little munchkins from my neighborhood showering me with hugs and kisses. I missed finishing the night off with a nice cup of MacCoffee alongside my host sisters while watching Armenian soap operas. I missed staying up with Nvartig, my baby host sister, till late at night drawing, coloring, playing cards, checkers, chess and teaching her English. I missed going to Ponchig Monchig and ordering a ridiculous amount of food. I missed going to the khorovadz place near the OLA center and engaging into a 45 minute conversation with the cook each and every time. I missed getting a ridiculous amount of daily texts and reminders from Allegra. I missed joining my Armenian brothers and sisters over weekend excursions. I missed running in the SAS supermarket and yelling like a crazy person “where’s the Ttvaser ?” before boarding our marshrukta to head back home. As well, as Heeng dzap, Marshrukta 9, besties crew, whatever your face, tracking down wifi, Le Cafe and Sevan’s inspirational speeches among many other things.
The desire to connect to people and the joy of making the connection was life affirming. The physical intensity of the excursions was invigorating. The time walking alone, listening to my own footsteps, sitting in the marshrukta watching the sunset, gazing at the stars was refreshing. Most of all, I long for the way I felt when I was in the Motherland. I felt alive, free, inspired and grateful. Man oh man does Armenia have a way with you. Each and every day there was a goal and an accomplishment that could be measured in different ways: in kilometers, in hugs, in the number of times I laughed out loud.
Although I was only gone for two months and while nothing has changed at home, everything has changed within me. Living in Armenia, gave me a deep appreciation of my life – where I live, where I work, my family and my friends. It also made me appreciate things that we too often take for granted such as the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, weeping eyes, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
To travel to Armenia is to truly take a journey within yourself. When we leave the comfort of home and everything that we have grown to be accustomed to, we often live more simply, with no more possessions than we can carry. We tend to surrender ourselves by becoming much more accepting to the twists, turns and little surprises that life has to offer. I came to Armenia searching for answers. Instead, I left in search of better questions. Sometimes, the unexpected is just what is needed to put life into perspective.
So here I am, back to my same old routine of stop and go, impatiently waiting to graduate just to start a new adventure. All the while feeling nostalgic about my time in Armenia which can feel heavier than the far too many pounds gained abroad.
When I think about it, perhaps the post-Armenia blues is something you can never truly let go of. For it that where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
To sign off, I simply cannot say goodbye to those whom I have grown to love, for the memories we have made will last a lifetime and never a goodbye. None of this would have been possible without Birthright Armenia & Armenian Volunteer Corps. For those of you who are thinking of joining the program, I encourage you to take a leap and go for it. Armenia 2012 always in my heart.
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Posted by onjig on 07 August 2015 - 12:27 PM
The above question was posed to me some time ago by a 12-year-old girl attending Armenian School at my church.
I was her instructor and the dilemma was all too familiar. Many students have pondered that same thought, assuming the Mother Tongue was a lost language in America and a complete waste of time to learn.
But the language she felt was superfluous as a child suddenly became imperative when she visited Armenia—the land of her dreams— this year as a college intern, and toured the many villages and orphanages along her path.
It was her first venture to the country, but not her last.
In addressing a class of students she was once a part of, the coed admitted how critical she had felt toward the language until she visited Armenia.
“I got to understand what they were saying and they understood me,” she told her younger peers. “You don’t realize how important that becomes until you are forced into using it. Take the opportunity to learn the language of your ancestors and you won’t regret it. Trust me!”
Perhaps that young woman mirrored my sentiments when, as a teenager, I was being introduced to Armenian School at the former Holy Cross Armenian Catholic Church. My mother insisted. There was no compromising. Learn Armenian or else.
What she failed to mention was that I was being raised in an Armenian household with a grandmother at my disposal who communicated the language in a modified dialect, using Turkish words. By the time I attended school, I was fluent in both tongues.
But speaking a language is one thing; reading and writing it are another. That comes through schooling and discipline.
I marvel at how well spoken many American-born individuals are in Armenian. You would never know they were not immigrants, and sometimes appear better versed than many natives. My priest (Father Stephan Baljian) is one of those diversified linguists with an impeccable delivery, especially with his sermons. Credit his parents and the schools he attended as a child before entering the seminary.
Teaching Armenian to today’s generation is no simple task. Most are there because they have to be. Others find every excuse not to attend. The role of an instructor is an ongoing challenge. But continue we must.
It’s been insulting at times when they can’t find their papers or textbooks. Discipline is not what it used to be a generation back with their parents.
My young protégé was a work in progress. Now, she’s giving presentations on her trip and opening with an Armenian dialogue, evidence of her innate ability. So why not showcase it as an example for others?
In this ever diverse society, harried and often confused, the motive to learn Armenian is not easy, especially if there’s no such language spoken at home. And those who don’t exercise it will lose it, much the same way I lost five years of French in high school.
I must confess, we didn’t do much to assuage the problem, using English as our principal language and Armenian for special occasions. Perhaps we would have been better off reversing the trend.
In my constant search to exercise the language, I look for opportunities to avoid mortality.
It might be at church, a gathering, perhaps a shop owner in Watertown. It could be an immigrant, an ethnic cruise given the international flare, or simply looking in the mirror and speaking to myself. My wife and I are almost totally English-speaking, despite our grasp on Armenian.
Language is supposed to be a vehicle of thought, but all too often it is just an empty car full of gas. It needs to be accelerated now and then.
I tell my students that my teaching them would be an utter waste of time if they didn’t pay attention to the classwork. I explain to them the potential of maybe teaching their parents once they become somewhat fluent. They take home words and show some initiative.
At the end of the term, putting a sentence or two together becomes the ultimate reward.
The graduate student was well informed with her message to the children.
“I feel fortunate to have the ability to carry this language into the future,” she explained. “We owe it to our ancestors to keep the heritage alive. To save it, we must learn it, speak it, and pass it along to others.”
Having been to Armenia twice and introduced to an entirely different dialect, it took the second trip before I really caught on to some of the nuances.
One day, these students will see the light. They will take pilgrimages to Armenia and face the barriers. Or show the willpower now and become engaged. The choice is theirs to make.
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Posted by Anoushik on 02 January 2015 - 03:33 PM
I also saw it live yesterday. It's been years since I've awoken that early on New Year's Day. Having a toddler changes everything!
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Posted by man on 22 June 2013 - 05:10 PM
Then start with You-Tube there is lot of Armenian videos posted there, put appropriate words in the search tap of YouTube as pertaining to language.
Follow Armenian children's programs as the language there is easy & simple.
Second, there are some teaching courses of Armenian by some languages companies, just google for search.
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Posted by Yervant1 on 21 April 2016 - 09:36 AM
These honourable young and old soldiers are the hope, pride and future of all Armenians. God loves them!
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