onjig Posted February 20, 2015 Report Share Posted February 20, 2015 Sacred Justice Special for the Armenian Weekly For the first six years of my life, my parents, brother and I lived in my maternal grandparents’ house in Syracuse, N.Y. The six of us were crammed into a small early 20th-century frame house, with a front porch and tiny back study that served as my bedroom; an enticingly flat roof outside its window overlooked our grape arbor, fruit trees, and strawberry patch where my grandmother caught the thieving bunny she spanked and sent on its way. Our home welcomed many a visiting dignitary. As a small child I sat on the lap of family friend, Hamo Paraghamian, a huge man with a heart to match. My small hands carried a bowl of yogurt and garlic for General Dro sitting in the blue chair in the corner of our living room, who thanked me by intoning in his gruff voice, “This is food for the gods.” http://armenianweekly.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Aaron-S-206x300.jpg Aaron Sachaklian Aaron Sachaklian (in Armenian, Aharon), my grandfather, spent most of his days in the red leather chair near the wooden radio he listened to every... Read More » ARMENIAN WEEKLY http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/fbshare20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/reddit20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/email20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/fblike20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/googleplus20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/pinterest20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/rss20.png http://assets.feedblitz.com/i/twitter20.png • Email to a friend • Article Search • 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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