April 24 is the day that commemorates the genocide of the Armenians. And despite what anyone says, the history in our family is that my grandmother came to this country in 1911 when she was eleven. My grandfather (not yet her husband and quite abit older than she) was already in this country having escaped from Diyabekir, his hometown in Turkey, after witnessing the massacre of his father and the abduction of his mother and sister and that predates the "official" start date of 1915.
I hope you will read one or all of these posts about the Armenian aspects of my life...
From One Stove To the Next
Losing My Religion
Rolling My Way Back Home