There are 70 years behind me and it is always nice to think about them as yes, I have had a full Life. Its start in itself sounds today to me amazing. Born in France, one set of Grand Parents living in Cairo, Egypt, the other set in Aleppo, Syria, which today is totally destroyed to the ground, Aunt and Uncle in Kampala, Uganda and many other Uncles and Aunts in the beautiful country of Lebanon, the City of Beirut and its Mountains for summer living. There is some traveling to be done from just reading the above! Which I did quite a few times. I write this because I am asked so often where am I from as I pause and don’t quite know how to answer the question and when I do it is immediately “what are doing in Alamogordo?”. What am I not doing? Is the overall impression concludes that I should have settled somewhere exotic? Like maybe Bora Bora? I like it here. A lot.
In Aleppo, my Grand Father was an Oculist. They don’t use that word anymore. He checked eyes and also made the eyeglasses in his little lab on the second floor where I helped him when I visited and caused enough damage I always thought for him to go bankrupt!. There were no fancy machines at the time of course and I would take a frame upside down, trace the lens on a piece of cardboard, cut it, apply it to a lens and with a diamond tool trace it. Then slowly going around and around break pieces of it or… the whole thing in half!!! My Grand Father was a stern man and when that happened there was not a single trace of happiness floating around but my Dear Grand Mother, a true Saint, made up for it. It was then grinding the edges on a rough stone and finally on a red soft stone with some rouge. Heating up the frame a bit and inserting that lens. I really did that!!! I learned about the optical centers, bifocals, trifocals and more.
Times were much better in Cairo where my Grand Parents on my Mother side had a print shop which included an Armenian Newspaper, the only Armenian Newspaper published continuously for 50 years! I love those Grand Parents and especially my Grand Father, a unique character on its own. The Man was my Hero and still is up to this day. The print shop was walking distance from the house and somehow this man never drove a car throughout his entire Life. He never even bothered getting a driver’s license. He would just walk back and forth every day but it was not just a regular walk. When there he would wake me up about four in the morning and him and I would start cooking. Tons and tons of rice, fish, potatoes, meat, you name it and all would go in two rattan weaved baskets with handles so he could feed on his way to work all the dogs and cats waiting for him! During the day I would play with the lead characters while my Grand Mother would take care of the business end of it and “Dede” as I called him would take care of the Newspaper.
These two were the definition of “Love”, nothing more and nothing less. As my times there were in peaceful times unlike today I would in my teens hitchhike from France going East of course, stopping in Aleppo, Beirut then Cairo, then Kampala from where I would go North through Morocco and catch the ferry to Gibraltar and on through Spain back to near Paris were we lived. Yes! What am I doing in Alamogordo? Funny!!! Got to be somewhere… right? I have two sets of great memories as “Dede” knowing everyone surrounding him could make things happen. One was sailing the Nile to Assouan before the Russians managed to cut the base of the Statues to elevate them for a dam they built. I was always “one of them” in those countries I passed through. I learned from a very early age to respect and ahead of time learn other’s Cultures, something very important. The next set of memories was traveling and camping the Sahara with the Bedouins and their Camels. From Oasis to Oasis [you get it now?] we would slowly but surely go.
Camels for sure are strange animals as I call them “prehistoric”. No need for water they would undulate day after day after day. Once we arrived at an Oasis were maybe another Tribe or two were also camping, the women would set it all up while the men started cooking and smoking their hash. Their lives were so close to the Life Spirit and I lived for 14 years of course ours being modernized but I could have easily done and lived the way they did. Not a care in the World except as for us the weather and the horrific sandstorms. They are not real in movies but trust me that is exactly how it happens including a sound unequaled from anything else. Could easily be the sound of the end of the World! Those were the times when we ate sand, we breathed sand, we even cooked sand!!! To this day I cannot imagine myself having done that. There was and is something so spiritual when all alone within a Tribe only surrounded by dunes of emptiness. It is indescribable and I won’t try to… The closest I ever came to that situation was when going through the desolate State of Alaska.
Sure… what am I doing in Alamogordo? There will be more of my memories… I didn’t have a camera at the time, kind of a shame, but my Mother had managed to put together a couple albums which I will share some of the photos today and most likely later. There are too many memories to fit in one page!
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Wonderful blog entry. Thank you. And I also like Alamogordo.
It is interesting to see that list of countries you traveled through growing up and see them in today’s world. Amazing. I look forward to seeing more of your mom’s photograph album. Alamogordo ??? It must be the sand … and the mountains nearby.
WOW…what a wonderful and exciting life, thanks for sharing it and I’m looking forward to the next edition.
Dear Ara, again you have enriched the life of everyone who has read your album! These pictures speak love, gratitude, generosity, dignity, wonder, adventure, appreciation of the earth and other cultures all around us.
You seem very happy in Alamogordo. We agree that Alamogordo has much to make one happy.
Thank You Pam… Yes, with all the medical procedures I am going through, spine and dental [Merry Christmas Ara!!!] I am happier than ever to be here… The Mountains as always are my savior! That little car by the way has been sold! Considering there is a 6 months wait for one the Dealer offered me $2000 more than what I had paid for… Thought I would do it before they put me in jail for speeding!!! The Jeep does its job… You both take care and enjoy the Holidays. Stay well. Ara… with no dog!
Deserts have always had a great appeal to me even though I find out that most love Forests more. I do too as the Mountains as you know are my savior just a few miles away! Thinking of those countries where are passed not as a tourist but more as a citizen actually brings on some sadness from their present turmoil. Hard to believe that as a teenager I hitchhiked without a single incident through them… They were such wonderful times experiencing the different cultures and especially the food!!! Incredible food… I can still taste it! Stay well… Ara without a dog!
While I have been looking at and enjoying your website for several years, today’s seems a wonderful event. Thank you. I am glad you are doing as well as one can with medical/dental problems….and am impressed you can extend yourself to share. So thank you.
During the years I’ve been reading your blog, I’ve really appreciated you sharing memories as you made them. This entry was something special and I appreciate you sharing some great memories that were made some time ago.