Dear Jake, A century ago, there you were—cheerful and curious—playing with your friends in the warm streets of Fresno, California. Born on August 1, 1919, to Eznig and Annie Kachadoorian, you were the pride and joy of your Armenian parents. You loved them deeply and would have done anything for them. I guess, you remember …| The Armenian Weekly
When our grandfather died in 1986, he left a manilla envelope in his desk for his youngest son, Jim. “My dad’s writings” was printed across the face, and inside were withered pages no one had ever seen, written in an Armenian script none of us could read. So, our Uncle Jim asked around to learn …| The Armenian Weekly