Family Histories
My Grandfather’s Story
I recently spoke with a friend of mine. I learned that he is working on ‘triage' at a Boston hospital in this pandemic. I didn’t know what that meant and looked it up. It read “the assignment of degrees of urgency to wounds or illnesses to decide the order of treatment of a large number of patients or casualties.” That reminded me of a story and I wrote:
My grandmother Yegisapet, aunt Sirarpi, my father Jirayr and my gran
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Changing the ribbon from blue to pink during triage saved a life. I will never forget that image.
I shall never forget the image I have of your grandfather changing the ribbon during triage, thereby saving the young man’s life
A very touching story filled with the sadness of ethnic prejudice and murder. Thank you for preserving Armenian history, and thanks to Mr. Mardikyan for opening the doors to his family, and for sharing precious photos.
Dear Levon. I just read the story of your grand father. Very touching indeed. Thanks for sharing. With your permission, l would like to have it published in our quarterly AGBU magazine. Kind regards. Vrej