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  • Memories from Armenia

    Ya got any?
    Achkerov kute.

  • #2
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    Yes.

    And when did you become an administrator?

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    • #3
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      What I miss most about Armenia are the wonderful white and European Armenian children I met in Vanadzor...

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      • #4
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        --Seeing the Etchmiadzin church for the first time.
        --Watching the blessing of the Holy Muron.
        --Meeting with the Patriarch.
        --Taking a 7 hour nap to wake up for 15 minutes to go to sleep for 11 hours (was VERY sleep deprived).
        --Having tomatoes, cucumbers, & watermelon at EVERY meal.
        --The pregnant 15 year old married to the 30 year old.
        --Seeing Mt. Ararat.
        --Being told that if I wipe my face with my hands that I had just put in Lake Yerevan, I'd have good luck...and asking the woman if she is just saying that so I'd look like a dork.
        --The church ruins
        --The preserved mosaics
        --St. Gregory's well (that I didn't go into)
        --The statue of Mother Armenia
        --A woman follow us around in the museum and I THINK the woman who told me to do the hands/face thing telling me that she was annoyed with that & just for that she WANTED to take something.
        --Nice looking men

        ...That's all I can recall for now.

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        • #5
          Re: Memories from Armenia

          Originally posted by Quarteria
          --Seeing the Etchmiadzin church for the first time.
          --Watching the blessing of the Holy Muron.
          --Meeting with the Patriarch.
          --Taking a 7 hour nap to wake up for 15 minutes to go to sleep for 11 hours (was VERY sleep deprived).
          --Having tomatoes, cucumbers, & watermelon at EVERY meal.
          --The pregnant 15 year old married to the 30 year old.
          --Seeing Mt. Ararat.
          --Being told that if I wipe my face with my hands that I had just put in Lake Yerevan, I'd have good luck...and asking the woman if she is just saying that so I'd look like a dork.
          --The church ruins
          --The preserved mosaics
          --St. Gregory's well (that I didn't go into)
          --The statue of Mother Armenia
          --A woman follow us around in the museum and I THINK the woman who told me to do the hands/face thing telling me that she was annoyed with that & just for that she WANTED to take something.
          --Nice looking men

          ...That's all I can recall for now.
          What did you think about our world famous Armenian nose?

          By the way, one of those haunting memories I have is how I could see from the window of our house, the smoke of when Hamalir was burning. Anyone remember that? This was like in the 80s, either 1985, 1986, or 1987 something around there.
          Achkerov kute.

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          • #6
            Re: Memories from Armenia

            You mean Lake Sevan.

            The 15 married to the 30 year old? What do you expect with Armenoid gypsy types...


            Here's a pic of their cousins:

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            • #7
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              I'll try to name things I have not seen/experienced anywhere else.

              Some childhood memories for now. Maybe adult memories later.

              - Playing hide-and-go-seek with neighborhood boys till 1am (no flashlights).
              - Going to steal fruits and berries from neighborhood orchards and vines and being chased by the keepers.
              - Vartavar: washing carpets and playing with water the entire day long.
              - Playing soccer with boys from the another neighborhood and getting into messy fights afterwards.
              - Going to "Park of Victory" on May 9th with my veteran grandpa.
              - Going to picnics and eating khorovats and watermelon till you can't breath.
              - Going with family to collect toot by kilos and eating them till my mouth got red and blue (from the dark toot). p.s.: In New Mexico there are toot trees and couple of times I've been caught eating them and have gotten some strange looks from passers-by.
              - Sevan + Dilijan + Tsakhkadzor + Aparan = happy childhood
              - Burning ants with a single burning match hitting a single ant. You need to know how to throw burning matches, it's an art, albeit a brutal one. Side story: burning dry grass and brush and telling little old ladies standing in their balconies that it's actually good for the earth.
              - Swimming in city fountains.
              - Eating "sgushionka' and 'Gogli Mogli'.
              - Soviet cartoons: sad, beautiful and deeply moralistic. For instance in the Soviet Beauty and the Beast, the beast dies ... as a freagin beast. If you've seen the Soviet The Little Mermaid, you know what I mean.
              - Playing "Cops and Thieves" on our bycicles and ripping by at 100 mph without bike helmets.
              - that's it for now. All I can say is I wish my children can have the kind of full and happy childhood I had growing up in Armenia in those times.
              Last edited by karoaper; 04-23-2006, 06:16 PM.

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              • #8
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                Collecting toot was awesome. Also we would go to collect oorts or oregano in English.
                Achkerov kute.

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                • #9
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                  None for me. Yet.

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                  • #10
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                    Taste of ice-cream.

                    Watching the older kids play badminton in the early evening.

                    My grandmother letting me dip my cookies in the coffee, while sitting in the balcony.

                    And during hot summer days, I remember we'd be at my cousin's house, out on the balcony, and our moms would bring out these buckets(they were not as deep, and were slightly wider -not sure what they're called- 'lagyan' haha), and fill them with water, and we'd sit in them, and eat fruit.

                    hahahah that was awesome.

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