Music: Paris National Opera Children’s Choir to perform in Armenia

Panorama, Armenia
July 4 2018
16:42 04/07/2018 Armenia

Paris National Opera Children's Choir is set to perform concerts in Armenia in the scope of Komitas Festival to be held in Yerevan on July 13-20. Under the direction of Gaël Darchen, the Choir will perform on July 17 at Aram Khachatourian concert Hall in Yerevan.

 The Armenian Little Singers junior choir will perform at the concert as well, Panorama.am learnt from the Choir’s Facebook page.

Concerts are planned also in Harichavanq, Gyumri, Dilijan, Garni and Geghard.

 To note, Komitas international festival is chaired by Tigran Hekimyan. 

A1+: LIVE. 11 chess players compete for Karen Asryan’s prize

The chess match of Karen Asryan Memorial is going to end today in Jermuk.

Before the last round, 11 chess players are competing to get the main prize. The most chancesof winning have three players: Indian grandmasters Krishna Sashikiran and Seturaman and Armenian champion Hayk Martirosyan. They have 6 points each. The remaining eight chess players are half a point behind the top three.

Two games from the last 9th round matches are are very important. Hayk Martirosyan will compete with Hrant Melkumyan and Indian chess grandmasters will compete with each other. The future opportunities f these layers depends on these two meetings.

The matches will start at 11:00. Chess fans can watch the games online on our site.


Missouri woman finds biological father after 35 years

Associated Press State & Local
 Tuesday 9:24 PM GMT


Missouri woman finds biological father after 35 years

By CARMEN GEORGE, The Kansas City Star
LEE SUMMIT, Mo.

LEE SUMMIT, Mo. (AP) - For 35 years, Tiffany Dow of Lee's Summit
thought her dad was her mom's high school boyfriend, a blond,
blue-eyed man who left before she was born.

Dow always thought it was odd that her mom, also blond and blue-eyed,
would give birth to a dark-haired, dark-eyed baby who looked different
from everyone in the family - but she left it at that.

That is, until this Christmas, when her boyfriend bought her a DNA
test as a present. She expected the results to show a diverse
ancestry. It instead revealed she's half Armenian.

"I'm not a mutt at all!" Dow recalled thinking.

"I called my mom. I didn't think she was lying, but I was in shock."

Her mom asked if she could come over to her house later to talk.

"I said, 'No, we're not doing this. You're telling me now.'"

So she told Dow who she suspected was her biological father, a man
named Doug Davidian from Fresno, California, The Kansas City Star
reported. She said he had a beard, a light blue van, and was on a road
trip across the U.S. when they met in Kansas City in 1971.

Dow searched for Davidian online and found his LinkedIn profile within
minutes, which showed he worked as the sales and marketing
administrator at Total Care Medical Group.

It was already evening so she waited until the morning to call his
Fresno office. Davidian answered the phone.

The start of that exchange, as Dow recalls it:

"Hi Doug, do you have a minute?"

"Well, sure."

"Well, good, my name is Tiffany. Have you ever been to Missouri?"

Davidian said he had, on a road trip in the 1970s. Dow proceeded to
tell him the story about her DNA test and how his name "came up."

Davidian then called Dow's mother to help jog his memory, and the two
decided Davidian was likely Dow's father.

Davidian and Dow became sure of it as they talked more later that
night. Their resemblance in personality and appearance was striking
and they felt an instant connection. They are thrilled to have found
each other.

Before Davidian was contacted by Dow, he was reading a Bible passage
about such a "crazy (expletive) miracle" that he started to laugh.

It also inspired him to pray: "I prayed if there's something or
someone who needs friendship or attention, I don't just walk by it, I
show up. I do my part. . One hour exactly after I prayed that prayer,
Tiffany was on the other line."

It was a different prayer than normal.

"A lot of times when I pray, it's about me and my need," Davidian
said. "This prayer was not about me and my need, it was about being
aware of other people, and I think that's something that God wants."

Another amazing twist: They learned each starts the day reading from
the same Bible study daily devotional.

They met for the first time in March, when Davidian flew to Missouri
to visit Dow at her home in Lee's Summit for her 46th birthday.

They've gotten more out of their relationship than each other.

Davidian, 65, also got grandchildren, Dow's children: Olivia, 24, Sam,
21, Jack, 20, and Ben, 17.

And Dow got grandparents. She met Horace and Dolores Davidian for the
first time this month. Dow flew into Fresno on June 15 to celebrate
Father's Day with her dad.

"We both talk a lot," Dow said of how they're alike. "We both don't
let many people get words in, so we interrupt each other the whole
time, but it's OK because we both don't find that disrespectful, and
we talk with our hands."

Both are business savvy. Dow sells real estate, and Davidian is a past
president of the Fresno Chamber of Commerce who once ran a large
office furniture company.

They also share a reputation for winning arm-wrestling matches, Dow
added with a laugh.

Dow was disappointed her mom didn't tell her about Davidian earlier,
but she's found solace in the belief that "God's timing is perfect."

Dow's mother gave birth to her when she was 17 years old. When Dow was
11, she learned the man she thought was her father - her mother's
husband - was actually her stepfather. She later learned the high
school boyfriend she thought was her real dad died in a car accident.

"It's like a miracle," Dow said of finding Davidian. "I kept saying
that inside, 'I have a dad. It's a miracle.' It really was a miracle."

Their families have been accepting of their relationship, including
Dow's stepfather and Davidian's two adopted sons.

Davidian said finding Dow has brought more meaning to his life and
helped "connect the dots."

Dow said finding her dad gave her "a peace."

"It was like all the pieces finally fit and I didn't even know they
were missing," she said. "I'm still who I am, just finding out you
have a father, it shouldn't make a difference, but it really, really
did. I think for the first time in my life I felt 100 percent whole."

‘I’m going to keep going until I’m 100’ Charles Aznavour

The Press (Christchurch, New Zealand)
Saturday
'I'm going to keep going until I'm 100'
 
Charles Aznavour talks to Celia Walden about marriage, seduction and the secret to his long career.
 
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'I am not a love god," insists Charles Aznavour – his warm, witty face suddenly grave. "They call me that and yet I haven't been in love more than the next man…" a small smile wavers. "But certainly not less so. And I don't just sing love songs either. Love enters into them, but sometimes only in the last line.
 
"To be honest," sighs the tiny tweed- suited singer-songwriter from a throne-like armchair in his London hotel suite, "those 'I love you, you love me' songs annoy me a bit. 'Caress', 'promise', all those regular rhymes are so overused. I like to look for rhymes elsewhere."
 
That he is persistently cast as a romantic crooner has long baffled the 94-year-old French Armenian. Never mind that the 5ft 3in singer, one of France's most famous chanteurs, has been dubbed the Love Pixie. Or that his 1974 song She – a hit in nine countries – has been exhaustively covered the world over (the most famous being Elvis Costello's theme tune to Notting Hill).
 
Or that For Me Formidable is a masterpiece in which a Frenchman attempts to tell his English love "in the language of Shakespeare". Aznavour says he would rather be remembered "as a writer of intelligent, cultured songs than love songs".
 
It's likely he'll be remembered for both and a lot more besides. After all, over the course of a career that began in 1933 at the age of 9 on a Paris cabaret stage, the son of an Armenian restaurant owner and an actress has released 294 albums, sold more than 100 million records and been voted Time magazine's entertainer of the 20th century, eclipsing both Elvis and Bob Dylan. In the more than 1200 songs he has written, Aznavour has covered everything from the traditional themes of love, remorse, disappointment and infidelity to those nobody but him would dare to touch.
 
"It's human issues and themes that interest me," he tells me, "and I like to find them in books and newspapers, but not other songs. That's why I sometimes use very odd words. I've used the word 'cellulite' in a song, and 'armpit' – 'I love the smell of your armpits.' My wife said, 'You can't write that!' But I want to get to the truth of life. I think those truths are what touch people."
 
Whenever Aznavour brings up his wife of 51 years, Ulla, his face takes on a look of quasi-religious beatitude. "I ended up with exactly the woman that I always wanted to have," he murmurs, when I ask how that level of passion has endured. "A blonde with light eyes and extremely soft skin." Aznavour's bushy white eyebrows spring up into his hairline: "Wow. She's 17 years younger, which is actually a great age difference, and both Swedish and Protestant so if she has a problem with something, boom! Out it comes. And over time," he nods, "I've grown to like it. The secret to a lasting marriage is being completely natural with one another – and always telling each other whatever it is you have to say."
 
Before Ulla, Aznavour was married twice ("The first, I was too young; the second, I was too stupid") but aside from Liza Minnelli, with whom he had a brief love affair, all the famous women in his life have simply been friends. Edith Piaf took Aznavour under her wing when she spotted the 22-year-old singing in a Paris nightclub in 1946 and invited him to live with her as part of her entourage for eight years. "But she wasn't my type, so instead we had what we French call 'une amitie amoureuse'. It means that you're very tender with each other, and that sometimes I take you in my arms and kiss you. But it stops there."
 
Brigitte Bardot has been a close friend for decades – and lives down the road from Aznavour's Port Grimaud summer home on the Cote d'Azur (he spends the rest of the year in Vaud, Switzerland). "But one doesn't fall in love with someone just because they're famous, you know," he scoffs. "That's not love, that's tourism. Actually, I've just had a painter friend of mine do a portrait of Brigitte, which is fantastic. I have one of my wife and Marilyn Monroe by the same artist." Did he know Marilyn, then? "No," he replies sadly. "Maybe she wouldn't have killed herself if she'd met me. My wife hasn't even thought of it once."
 
It's tempting to conjure up images of Ulla as a Valkyrian blonde who keeps her husband in check, but that's far from the case. Raised by disciplinarians, Aznavour has always been a man of moderate appetites – and a self-control bordering on maniacal. "I'm glad you're orderly," he says halfway through our interview, spotting the two dictaphones sitting beside one another on the table between us. "I'd be quite capable of lining them up straighter if you hadn't."
 
He stopped smoking at 47 ("my voice was broken from birth though, so it made no difference"), reads a page a day from the encyclopedia and does 340m a day in his pool wearing a weighted belt to keep trim. "Also I only ever eat half the food on my plate." Does he drink alcohol? "Only very, very rarely. But I drink wine, of course, and champagne." Really, he says, his only weakness is Ikea.
 
"I think Ikea is one of the most beautiful creations in the world. I mean we could change the whole of this room in three minutes. How? With the help of Ikea. Everything's beautifully made and the colour schemes are great." How did this love affair kick off? "Well, I fell in love with a Swedish lady, so it was a direct line to Ikea from there."
 
That he should have written songs for Ulla is dismissed with a wave of the hand. "I have never ever written a song for a woman. She wasn't even written for any particular woman – it was written for a TV series, The Seven Faces of Woman. There was one song I called A Ma Femme, I suppose, and one called A Ma Fille which I wrote after my daughter was born, but then when I had a second daughter and people started saying, 'Are you going to write her a song?' I said, 'Listen – that's going to have to do for both of them.' Because what does writing love songs for women really mean? Should I go and have a tattoo while I'm at it?"
 
Aznavour clearly still relishes performing in front of an audience. He is adamant that he will smash all records by staging a concert on May 22 2024: the date of his 100th birthday. And that will be his last? "No, no," he frowns, perplexed. "I will do a concert on that date – and after that we'll see. But why would I ever stop? In order to die at home sitting in my armchair? Non merci."

Joint American-Armenian, Italian-Armenian expedition teams engaged in archaeological excavations in Vayots Dzor, Kotayk

ArmenPress, Armenia
June 15 2018


Joint American-Armenian, Italian-Armenian expedition teams engaged in
archaeological excavations in Vayots Dzor, Kotayk



YEREVAN, JUNE 15, ARMENPRESS. Two joint expedition teams, one
American-Armenian and the other Italian-Armenian, have begun
excavations in the archaeological sites of Vayots Dzor and Kotayk
provinces in Armenia.

RobertoDan, team leader of the Armenian-Italian expedition team, who
is studying Urartian archaeology, told ARMENPRESS that the sites of
the two provinces have great potential in terms of Urartian
archaeology.

“These areas aren’t well studied. The Kingdom of Van was the first
state formation in the Armenian Highlands and the details of its
formation and spread are very interesting”, he said.

Tiffany Spadoni from the American-Armenian team says Armenia is a
country having pretty interesting morphology in terms of military
landscape. Spadoni deals with studying military landscape.

Thirty monuments were discovered in 2017 in the Yegheghis Valley.

Edited and translated by Stepan Kocharyan

Dhaka: The Merchant-Prince Of East Bengal

The Daily Star, Bangladesh
June 4 2018


Waqar A Khan

It was the Dhaka of 1970. Unlike today, it was then a laidback provincial capital city. I was a student at Notre Dame College. History was my forte. On a wintry Sunday, a weekly holiday in those days, I decided to take a leisurely heritage tour of Old Dhaka in the afternoon on a rickshaw. The traffic was sparse. Old Dhaka was easily accessible. I enjoyed looking at the array of century-old buildings that I slowly passed by in Nawabpur and Islampur—a curious medley of hybridised architectural styles. Finally, the rickshaw having skirted around the rabbit warren of Shankharipatti and, thereafter, a maze of circuitous, labyrinthine alleyways arrived at the big wooden gate of the Armenian Apostolic Church of the Holy Resurrection, built in 1781 in Armanitola. The postern gate was slightly ajar. I went in. The kindly, soft spoken elderly Armenian priest with a flowing white beard was ministering to his flock. The church service had ended in the morning, but a few elderly Armenians were still there. The priest spoke to me briefly about the history of the church in English with a heavy accent. There was an ineffable sadness in his rheumy eyes. Perhaps, he was worried about the fast dwindling Armenian worshippers at the church and with it—its ultimate fate! It seemed that he was gazing at a bleak future with grave concern.

Marcar David (1833–1893), the "Merchant-Prince of East Bengal." Courtesy: Luke David

However, what attracted my attention in particular was the churchyard, where laid on the ground in neat rows were numerous old Armenian graves. On fairly large-sized slabs of marble and sandstone tombstones, were intricately carved latticed filigree designs including those of exquisite flowers and clinging serpentine vine called Khachkar. The epitaphs were written in Armenian as well as in English. The tombstones cold to the touch, greeted me in eloquent silence. I wondered whose deft hands had sculpted such marvellously unique artistry on stone. In a pensive mood in the mellow sunlight, I thought of the once prosperous Armenian community of Dhaka in the 19th century and, how sadly depleted their numbers were from death and migration overseas. In 1970, there was only a handful of Armenians left in Dhaka. Today, there are none. The last surviving octogenarian Armenian, Michael Joseph Martin (Mikel Housep Martirossian), also the last resident warden of the church, has finally left Dhaka for good.

I have often been intrigued as to how a once vibrant, affluent and prominent community, such as, the Armenians of Dhaka, has simply faded into the mists of time leaving behind very little history. It is also surprising that no Armenian or local historian here, in the intervening 150 years, has ever bothered to comprehensively chronicle their rich history for posterity. Consequently, nothing new or original has been added to the cursory information already available. The occasional write-ups on Dhaka Armenians are thus derivative and culled from a few known sources, albeit woefully meagre as resource/reference material. I, therefore, took it upon myself to trace the descendants of the Dhaka Armenians overseas, to try and re-vision their past and document their connections with old Dhaka, thereby adding something original and credible to their compelling history and that, too, of Dhaka in the 19th century.

My quest to locate the descendants of Dhaka Armenians overseas finally yielded result in 2012, when I was able to compile and write the family history of the Stephen's, once a noteworthy 19th century Armenian family of Old Dhaka. A shorter version of their story was published in The Daily Star entitled, “The Saga of an Armenian family of Old Dhaka”. My romance with the Dhaka Armenians had begun.

My friend Luke David lives in Bristol, England. He is patrilineally descended from the distinguished Armenian family of 19th century old Dhaka, with the surname of David. In brief here is their story.

Portrait of Elizabeth David (1849–1878), wife of Marcar David, with infant. Courtesy: Luke David

Luke David's paternal ancestor, his great-great-grandfather Marcar David (1833–1893), an Armenian, was born in Bushehr or Bushire in Persia (Iran), which had for centuries been the main trade centre of Iran because of its thriving port. However, by the time Marcar decided to emigrate to India, the once busy port at Bushehr had already started to lose its position as the primary port of Iran due to shallow anchorage, thereby losing navigability to large sea/ocean-going cargo ships and, consequently faced a steady decline in trade, commerce and job prospects.

In 1854, at the age of 21, Marcar arrived in Calcutta, then an important commercial centre and a bustling port city. At that time, Calcutta had a prosperous Armenian mercantile community. It was also the capital of British India. One of the richest and most influential Armenian business magnate of 19th century Calcutta, Aratoon Apcar, became Marcar's close friend and eventually a trustee on his will.

In Calcutta, Marcar, initially started out as a small trader dealing in essentials like rice, pulses, spices, oil-seeds etc. However, he was a visionary with great ambition and gifted with an astute business acumen. He had closely followed the thriving jute trading in Calcutta in which the Armenians were involved. However, the source of the jute industry originated from East Bengal (Bangladesh), in which the wealthy Dhaka Armenians were not only the pioneering merchants, but also enjoyed a pervasive monopoly. Therefore, he soon relocated to Dhaka with his family and involved himself in the jute business and diligently worked upwards to become the most successful trader in East Bengal, which eventually earned him the enviable sobriquet of the “Merchant-Prince of East Bengal”. His jute-bailing firm of M. David & Co., in Narayanganj along with other successful Armenian firms dealing in jute flourished beyond expectation. Within a decade he had turned fabulously wealthy and, was the first to open up Chittagong port to ship jute goods directly to England, bypassing the port in Calcutta, and thereby greatly reducing the cost of shipment which enhanced his profits manifold.

While in East Bengal, Marcar David maintained establishments both in Dhaka and Narayanganj, then a busy jute trading centre and river port. It can be presumed with a degree of certainty that in Dhaka he lived in Armanitola, the Armenian quarter in old Dhaka, which still goes by that name. His sisters, Mariam and Sophia and brother Gadarniah were also members of his household for some time. Mariam went on to marry one Melitus, probably a Greek from Dhaka. Sophia married, W L Alexander, whose family had prospered in the shipping business in Calcutta, and had once employed Aratoon Apcar. Sophia and Alexander's son, David Alexander, was last known to have been trading in jute in Dhaka in 1937.

Markham David (1877–1942), youngest son of Marcar and Elizabeth David, who was born in Dhaka. This photo was taken in London in 1898 when the sitter was 21 years of age. Courtesy: Luke David

Marcar married Elizabeth Manook (also Manuk) of the renowned Armenian zamindar (feudal landlord) family of Dhaka. The Manook's along with four other Armenian families were prominent zamindars, merchants and philanthropists of 19th century Dhaka.

It is interesting to note Elizabeth David's (née Manook) maternal family lineage. Her ancestor Thomas Frankland Thirkell, an Englishman, married Mary Ann Flouest in Calcutta in 1812. Mary's mother was a Hindustani (Bengali) called Jeanne in Calcutta, while her father, Nicholas Flouest, was a Frenchman. The daughter of Thomas Thirkell and Mary Flouest, named Mary Ann Thirkell, was born in Calcutta in 1813. She married one George Kallonas, a Greek from Dhaka in 1830 and, appears to have moved to Dhaka permanently where their daughter Erin Maria Kallonas was born in 1832. In 1847, Erin, at the tender age of 14, married Callisthan Johannes Manook, then 18 years of age, a scion of the wealthy Armenian Manook family of Dhaka. They had at least six children including Elizabeth Manook (Marcar's wife) born in 1849. Elizabeth's other siblings were her brothers David Manook, George Manook and Gregory Manook and sisters Sophie Manook and Eugenie Manook, who married Peter Nicholas Pogose of the notable Armenian Pogose family of Dhaka.

As already mentioned, Elizabeth Manook married Marcar David in Dhaka. They had eight children of whom six survived into adulthood, while two died at infancy. Sadly, Elizabeth herself died young, aged only 29, of cholera in Dhaka in 1878. Her splendid tomb, is the finest surviving example of a Christian funerary monument in marble in the country. It has a beautifully sculpted full-sized statute of a slightly reclining maiden with closed eyes, seemingly in a mournful state, placed on top of the tomb's plinth. Elizabeth's tomb has remained miraculously intact, having withstood the ravages of time and escaped the cruel hammer of vandals. It can be seen today at the historic Christian Cemetery at Narinda, Wari, in Dhaka. The epitaph inscribed on the plinth of her tomb reads thus:

In affectionate memory of Elizabeth. The wife of Marcar David, who died on 18 November 1878. Aged 29 yrs 8 mths 6 days. Heaven is my home. Llewelyn & Co, Sculptors, Calcutta.

The splendid marble tomb of Elizabeth David (née Manook) at the Narinda Cemetery in Dhaka. PHOTO: Sharmin Zerin

A bereaved Marcar David took his children to London from Dhaka in 1879, a year after the untimely demise of his wife Elizabeth. He had done so to ensure their safety. Diseases which were usually fatal in those days in the tropics impelled him to permanently relocate his children there. Initially he had intended to return to Dhaka from London to carry on with his lucrative businesses. However, it is not exactly clear why he later changed his mind and decided to stay back in London for good.

In London, Marcar and his family settled down in Princes Square, Bayswater. In the meantime, Marcar, who must have carried a substantial amount of wealth from Dhaka, invested wisely and heavily in property in London. He bought the freeholds on approximately 150 houses from Shepherds Bush and Battersea, to Kensington and Paddington. Marcar David died in London in 1893 and is buried in the historic Kensal Green Cemetery there.

Of Marcar's six children the youngest was a son named Markham David (1877–1942). He was born in Dhaka and was moved to London when he was just two years of age. He is the great-grandfather of my friend Luke David. Markham married Celteste Wauton and had three children, sons Charles David, Hugh David and Aubery David. Aubery is the grandfather of Luke David. Markham David settled in Monmouthshire, a historic county in South East Wales. He was awarded the prestigious Distinguished Service Order (DSO) for his bravery in World War I, while serving as a Major with the Royal Monmouthshire Engineers. Subsequently, he became the Lord Lieutenant of Monmouthshire, where he died and lies buried.

Markham's son Aubrey David (1903–1967) of Monmouthshire, was a Royal Navy lieutenant commander entrusted with protecting the merchant shipping convoys in the Arctic Ocean during World War II. He had seven children. One of his sons, Antony David (born 1937), is a retired landscape architect who lives near Brecon, Wales. He is the father of Luke David, a TV producer with the BBC in Bristol, England. I am greatly indebted to Luke for his generous help in providing me with vital information on the history of the David family, including the valuable images, without which this feature article would not have been possible.


Waqar A Khan is Founder, Bangladesh Forum for Heritage Studies.