Jody's Letters from the Road

Poetry Contest About the first week of March this year, I was contacted by the Peace Corps volunteer, Liz Baron, who oversaw the Peace Corps side of the National Poetry Recitation Contest. She asked me if I had time to assist the teacher in Koghb who was interested in having some students compete in the contest.  I assured Liz that I would be happy to help and asked her to share my contact information. Before I go on with the story of my NPRC adventure, I will need to explain the NPRC.  The contest is a partnership with the Peace Corps and the American University of Armenia and the Partnership & Teaching NGO in Goris.  Students in forms (grades) 7 -12 from all over Armenia have the opportunity to compete in regional contests.  The poems, or portions of speeches, are in English and the students are encouraged to improve their English pronunciations as well as comprehension through the pieces.  At the regional competitions, a winner from each form will be selected to compete i

Խնամխոս, Khnamkhos is the best I can explain in English is an older Armenian custom where the family of a groom who wants a bride goes to the home of the bride with cognac, of course, to explain to the family that the young woman has been chosen to be this man’s bride and there is an inspection. I will fill in some more details but sitting and listening to Arevik talk about the custom was fascinating today.  But to tell you how we got on the subject, I must start at the beginning of the afternoon when Narine’s brother, Vahan, woke up around 1:15 in the afternoon and joined us having coffee on the front porch. Narine and I had attended the Noyemberyan Victory Day celebration at the WWII monument in town.   She invited me to join her for coffee after the celebration.   Narine’s tatik, Arevik, her mother, Irene, and I were sitting on the couch on the front porch when Narine appeared with the coffee.  She started laughing so hard because Arevik was speaking local language (bar bar)