Turkey, or more truthfully, Anatolia, is the land of my ancestors. My grandparents were born there, along with their families and one of my uncles, who never grew older than 5 years.
Out of 26 direct family members, only my grandmother and grandfather, and two great uncles, survived the genocide of 1915. My uncle was drowned in the Euphrates by Turkish soldiers, while my grandmother watched. She was helpless to save him, just like thousands of other Armenian mothers in 1915.
If you care to read about my family while there were in Turkey, here is a link. It shows the only family photograph of my mom’s family in Armenia.
http://www.richardsmith.net/armenia/family.html
(My grandmother is in the back row, with an X over her head.)
Turkey, or more truthfully, Anatolia, is the land of my ancestors. My grandparents were born there, along with their families and one of my uncles, who never grew older than 5 years.
Out of 26 direct family members, only my grandmother and grandfather, and two great uncles, survived the genocide of 1915. My uncle was drowned in the Euphrates by Turkish soldiers, while my grandmother watched. She was helpless to save him, just like thousands of other Armenian mothers in 1915.
If you care to read about my family while there were in Turkey, here is a link. It shows the only family photograph of my mom’s family in Armenia.
http://www.richardsmith.net/armenia/family.html
(My grandmother is in the back row, with an X over her head.)
— Karen · Jan 16, 07:11 AM · #