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Vartabedian: A 50-Year Armenian Weekly Career Inspired by 16 Editors
The Armenian Weekly January 2010 Magazine I’m what you may call an editor’s man. That’s because I’ve been surrounded by them throughout the annals of time, whether it’s been the Hairenik/Armenian Weekly, my own working Haverhill Gazette, outside ethnic journals, and even my church newsletter. I wrote the stories and they’ve handled them,
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Vartabedian: Disney Snafu Sends Me Duck-ing
There I was in Disney World, dining with my grandchildren at one of those character breakfasts, when a duck waddled over to our table. “Daisy!” I yelled, loud enough for the whole place to hear. All of a sudden, I saw Goofy roar with laughter. Pluto took his tail and twirled it like a windmill.
Vartabedian: One Floral Bouquet Bites the Dust
You can say it with flowers all you want. With me, I’d rather say it with chocolates. I’ve never known a rose to taste good, much less a rhododendron or any other kind of species out there in horticulture land. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate a good-looking blossom. I’ve photographed many
Vartabedian: Merry Christmas Armenia
The Armenian Weekly January 2010 Magazine Consider this a Christmas card to Armenia—a land of wondrous dreams and poignant realities. May you enjoy a year of prosperity and goodwill, despite the trying times and debate over the protocols. Instead, count your blessings toward a country you can call
Vartabedian: A Nursing Home Adopts Armenia
HAVERHILL, Mass. (A.W.)—This is about a group of residents inside a nursing home who knew little or nothing about Armenia until they were exposed to it one fine afternoon. It’s not just any nursing home but one I frequent almost daily to visit my mom, the last remaining genocide survivor in Haverhill.
A Christmas Gift That Packed a Wallop
Growing up in suburbia, Christmas was always a special time in my home. My folks would shut their coffee shop down for the day. We would attend church service as a family, then return home for a gala celebration and a table laden with food. I had much to be grateful for, especially a good home and a
Hourig Papazian-Sahagian Earns a Curtain Call
All the world’s her stage. That’s how Hourig Papazian-Sahagian views life—with tinsel-coated eyeglasses and a colorful script that’s both perpetual and meaningful. How else would you describe an 83-year-old protagonist who’s given the Armenian Fine Arts a stroke of sunshine
Diary of an Armenian Journalist (Part VI)
Day 11 I’m sitting inside a clean and thorough hotel room in Goris, feeling a little under the weather today. Must have been everything I ate last evening and the rickety, rollicking car ride over some pretty difficult terrain. But nothing that a hot shower wouldn’t cure. The weather as a whole in
Vartabedian: A Case of Mistaken Identity
Joe Sacoco was a pretty decent basketball player. We teamed up together for many a senior foul-shooting competition and truth be told, he carried me to many a victory in our city. He was also a man who involved himself in theater and the arts, given his connection to the medium with his wife Janice. It’s
Vartabedian: Restaurant Snafus Not What Customer Ordered
I can’t fry an egg to save my soul. Every time I crack the shell, either the yoke gets broken or I make a big mess with the white. I’m better off boiling a three-minute egg in five minutes or whipping up an omelet, provided I don’t cook over a large frame and leave everything stuck to a pan. This
