My mother Taguhi Puzian told that her mother Arusyak Kalashian was 20 during the Genocide. She was married with two children, and her husband Mkrtich Puzian from Kars served in the army then. They lived in Kars under the Vardan Bridge. They had a house with a garden and workshop, where they sewed clothes for Kars people. My grandmother who was from Erzurum, embroidered quite well.


The family operated an inn that grandfather Barsegh had constructed, while my grandfather Mkrtich sewed military vests for the soldiers. When the Genocide started, Turks took away Mkrtich, along with other soldiers and drew the women and girls to the river nearby to drown them there. Turks singled out men in the Argina gorge and shot them all but spared my grandfather as a craftsman, and he managed to run with several of his friends.

My grandmother took the sewing machine and her golden headpiece with pearls and entered the river together with her two daughters: they would either die or survive. My grandfather reached there just on time and they fled to reach Gyumri. They first found shelter in the kindergarten, but the people of Gyumri allocated a nice place to live and a workshop there for him to sew military uniforms for the soldiers. Then my mother, aunts, uncles were born, who became doctors, teachers, sculptors and musicians.


Our survived ancestors never forgot their house in Kars that they had built themselves, their lifestyle and their garden. Weeping and grieving, they waited for the day to return to their homes.