...little Bejurhi, that she was inspired to draw pictures of it. But she had no pencils or markers, so her mother let her use sticks of charcoal from the kitchen hearth."
"The women's crocheted lace was so enchanting...
...that Berjuhi was pleased to be invited to sit down and pick up a sewing needle. She learned quickly and soon her own needle sang with the glorious patterns of Armenia."
"Fearful of the advancing Turkish army...
...Berjuhi's parents arranged to send her to a safe, but far-off, place in America."
"Berjuhi helped support her new family...
...with her sewing. Just as she had in Armenia, she created beautiful silk dresses covered with hand-made lace and many buttons for the ladies in town."
"Although times were hard and money scarce...
...the family enjoyed Grandmother's frugal but tasty recipes that she had learned to cook in the old country. A favorite recipe was 'yalanchi' or stuffed grape leaves that looked like the fat, brown cigars that grandfather liked to smoke, but they tasted delicious."
"In her front yard, Grandmother washed the chair with lavender soap...
...and let it dry for hours in the hot sun. Then she painted it an elegant green and from her scrap basket she fashioned a cushion decorated with purple butterflies."
"'Her hands are made of magic', my mother often thought."
"Her garden continued into her house...
...where she embroidered pictures of animals and golden pomegranates upon the walls with her colorful, magical threads."
"Now I too am all grown-up. My grandmother's lace...
...in the shape of four pyramids, proudly decorates my baby's doorway."