Victoria's Voice
Letter to my younger self: Summer edition
Dear Younger Me,
You did not know it then, but every summer you rolled your eyes at your mom and grandparents for dragging you and your brother to yet another Armenian gathering, you were being handed a piece of yourself. It started with childhood summer vacations at Armenian hotels and picnics throughout Rhode Island and Massachusetts, and culminated, as a teen, with a family trip to Armenia and—surprisingly—looking forward to St. Nersess Summer Seminary.
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Your writing is very beautiful, and your message is very inspiring. Keeping beautiful memories likes these close to our hearts is so nurturing for the soul.
Vicky, thank you for this piece. You were able to capture my exact feelings through every step of growing up Armenian. I don’t think that any of us realized it then how lucky we were/are. My camp friends, (still friends, 50 years later) always talk about the special relationships we have that stem from being Armenian. We all laugh that our parents didn’t care or worry what we were doing when we were with our Armenian friends!
Thoughtfully written, you brought me back to my youth and all my aunts, cousins and grandparents that are in heaven. I miss them. Thank you,
Love, Joy
Victoria, a beautiful tribute to your family and a reminder of the special moments in your childhood. Reading this brought back memories influenced by my Italian heritage. Spending summertime with my 2nd and 3rd cousins.
Thank you!!