The Road from Home
Chapter One1907-1913
For as long as I knew the sky and the clouds, we lived in our white stucco house in the Armenian quarter of Azizya, in Turkey, but when the great dome of Heaven cracked and shattered, over our lives, and we were abandoned by the sun and blown like scattered seed across the Arabian desert, none returned but me, and my Azizya, my precious home, was made to crumble and fall and forever disappear from my life.
My father had gone to Afyon Karahissar to get his bride, and my grandmother used to say, "When he brought our harss [bride] from Afyon, we had music and dancing for one week, and I made thirty-five trays of pahklava [pastry] and thirty trays of khourabia [sugar cookies] for the wedding."
My grandmother's friends -- Turkish, Greek and Armenian -- all said, "Where did you find this girl? She looks like a country girl, tall and strong, and with such red cheeks."
My mother was gifted with her fingers, and she was strong and healthy. She was an expert weaver in addition to tendin ... read full excerpt from The Road from Home ebook
