Rosella Kurkjian, a font of knowledge, good cheer in newsroom

ROSELLA KURKJIAN, A FONT OF KNOWLEDGE, GOOD CHEER IN NEWSROOM

The Boston Globe
August 02, 2006 Wednesday
THIRD EDITION

BY GLORIA NEGRI, GLOBE STAFF

Rosella (Gureghian) Kurkjian never got bylines or front-page stories
but still loved her job as a newspaper librarian for more than
25 years. In turn, she was beloved by the editors, photographers,
and reporters she assisted in researching stories, not only for her
expertise but for the smile that always greeted them.

"Rosella was really a gem," Andrew Gully, a former Boston Herald
managing editor, said yesterday. "You could not walk into the library
without her brightening your day. She was always there, always with
a smile. She was an amazing resource for thousands of editors and
reporters. The readers of the Boston Herald never knew Rosella, but
when they put their 50 cents in the box, they saw the result of her
work every day."

Mrs. Kurkjian, who retired from library work in 1993 but not from
her interest in newspapers and the people who put them together,
died Sunday of lung disease at her Watertown home. She was 89. She
also had a home in Manomet.

"When Rosella retired, a whole era went with her," said James Mac
Laughlin of Westwood, former Herald deputy managing editor.

Mrs. Kurkjian first worked for the Boston Herald Traveler in the
1960s. She joined the library staff of the Boston Record American in
1968 and stayed on when the Traveler and the Record American became
the Hearst-owned Herald American on Harrison Avenue in 1972. In 1982,
Rupert Murdoch bought the newspaper and renamed it the Boston Herald.

Colleagues recalled Mrs. Kurkjian’s photographic memory for the
stories she clipped and filed daily, work now done by computers. She
could retrieve them in minutes and suggest others on the same subject.

"Rosella was a one-person Factiva before the Internet," said reporter
Brian Mooney, referring to the Web database used in newspapers across
the country. Mooney, a Globe reporter, used to work at the Herald.

Her former boss, John Cronin, now a librarian at Winthrop Public
Library, recalled her "prodigious memory for news stories."

"Rosella was very adept at finding nuggets of information that really
enriched a reporter’s story," he said.

Though she was an ace at her job, she once told her daughter Karolyn
Kurkjian-Jones of Boston she would have liked to be an opera singer,
and failing that, a market investor, a field in which she became
skilled.

"My mother was a human dynamo," said Kurkjian-Jones.

Mrs. Kurkjian’s motherly caring for co-workers was also legendary the
"petite lady with a big smile and a bigger heart," Gully called her.

Anyone with a problem could take it to Mrs. Kurkjian. When one reporter
admired a vest she wore, she took it off and insisted the woman take
it. An editor admired her earrings, and she did the same.

Co-workers enjoyed her home-baked Armenian pastries.

Globe reporter Shelley Murphy, who also had worked at the Herald,
recalled "running to the library in a crazy rush, trying to get clips
on deadline. Rosella would always be there, smiling, cheerful, calm.

And, if you looked really frazzled, she’d sit you down with that
look of concern and say, `How are you doing, dear? And how is your
family?’ "

Globe night editor David Jrolf recalled when he worked on Harrison
Avenue and "in the middle of a wild day in the Herald newsroom with
people yelling and fighting over some forgotten big story, she came
out and brought a plate of warm cookies to me and others. It was
typical Rosella."

If there was something Mrs. Kurkjian loved more than her work, it
was family, said her daughter, Elizabeth Kurkjian-Henry of Winchester.

"Her family was the most important thing to her, but not the only
thing in her life."

Her son, Stephen, Boston Globe senior assistant metro editor, said
her own close-knit family and her newspaper family were all one to her.

"She loved her job," he said. "Not just making the money. She loved
the interaction she had with people, the feeling that she was part
of a team producing something."

"She would go to the ends of the earth to get information for a
reporter or editor," he said, sometimes calling him or his sisters
to make certain she hadn’t overlooked a source.

Mrs. Kurkjian was born in Boston to Manoog and Elizabeth (Kasparian)
Gureghian, immigrants from Armenia. She grew up in Dorchester during
the Depression and went to work at age 16 while attending high
school. At the time, her son said, she was the only family member
who held a job.

After high school, Mrs. Kurkjian graduated from Boston Business
School. She also had a title under her belt, from winning a beauty
pageant in Boston’s Armenian community.

She met Anooshavan Kurkjian, who was a noted commercial portrait
artist, at a dance at an Armenian social club in Watertown. They
were married on Sept. 18, 1938, as the Great New England Hurricane
approached the Eastern Seaboard.

Mrs. Kurkjian did not forget the Depression years and remained frugal,
her son said. Once while traveling in a taxi near the Herald, he saw
his mother walking to the T station. He had to coax her to ride with
him because she thought it too extravagant.

Mrs. Kurkjian’s husband picked her up at the office frequently,
however. "Sometimes if there were a breaking news story she would
tell him to go back and sit in his car," said Cronin. She wouldn’t
leave work until her mission was accomplished.

They were married 66 years when Mr. Kurkjian died in 2004.

After she retired, Mrs. Kurkjian did volunteer work at Mount Auburn
Hospital for eight years.

In addition to her daughters and son, Mrs. Kurkjian leaves a brother,
Richard Gureghian of Florida; a sister, Isabelle Totovian of Watertown;
and six grandchildren.

A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. tomorrow at Holy Trinity
Armenian Apostolic Church in Cambridge. Burial will be at Mount Auburn
Cemetery in Cambridge.

One of her favorite sayings, her children said, was "Portia Faces
Life," the name of an early radio show. In it, the heroine faced any
adversity head-on and with aplomb.

From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress

Emil Lazarian

“I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled, literature is unread, music is unheard, and prayers are no more answered. Go ahead, destroy Armenia . See if you can do it. Send them into the desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia.” - WS