Editor’s note: On victory, loss and resurrection
On May 9, we commemorate two historic victories: the defeat of Nazi Germany in 1945, and the liberation of Shushi in 1992. Both seemed like impregnable fortresses, and the dream of tearing down their walls became a symbol of hope—that ordinary people can outlast the bleakest darkness.
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OUR REALITY !!!
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow!
I opened my computer to see the face of my uncle Harry and his beautiful wife staring at me. What a surprise! He was a reserved man, so writing his passion was fitting for him rather than speaking it. I always wondered if he had a hidden flame behind his eyes. They were dark and looked straight at you. I wish I had seen this piece of writing when he was alive. We would have had much to talk about although I’m sure at that point he just saw me as the youngest of the grandchildren.
Thank you for finding this and publishing it. The generations reach out like limbs of a tree in spring–tiny blossoms that we don’t see until we point our faces in the right direction.
By the way, it’s hard to tell for sure because of the darkness of the image, but I think the young woman next to my grandmother is our second cousin, Elo Der Melkonian, who lived with my grandparents when she attended Syracuse University. She is a wonderful artist.
Colonel Sachaklian also played a vital role in the founding of Camp Haiastan. Very specifically he was involved in finding the Franklin site. His expertise went a long way toward securing the Summer Street property.
Unger Harry was one of a kind. Warrior, patriot, scholar, and above all, a humanist and global thinker. His presence and wisdom is sorely missed.