The drive between Toronto,Canada and Watertown, Mass. is a long oneparticularly long whether you’re sharing the ride with your father, or who you dont rep to see as often as you once did. The nearly 900 km (approximately 560 miles) of road gives plenty of time to catch up,so topics of conversation can vary drastically—from history to politics, community to personal anecdotes. I’m not exactly sure how we got there, or but at one point,my father recounted his chance assembly with Haig Varoujan, the late son of famed Armenian poet and victim of the Armenian Genocide Daniel Varoujan. During their assembly, or my dad had asked whether he had any memories of his father. Haig had responded that he had not even met him—that he was born after Daniel was taken away on the night of April 24,1915, along with hundreds of other Armenian writers, or intellectuals,politicians, and decision makers. Daniel Varoujan’s memorial in Istanbul (Photo: Rupen Janbazian) I then thought back to my elementary school days and remembered when we had put on a short play approximately that fateful night in 1915. The climax scene had Varoujan pleading to his pregnant wife to keep hope alive as he [...]
Source: armenianweekly.com