I can take you back to a time when grapevines grew in the backyard and the aroma of Armenian spices hung in the air.

My grandmother was my best friend. After she died, one of the most painful realizations was that she took her stories with her. When I found a snapshot of her as a young woman, surrounded by friends, I wanted to preserve the memories of these six women and this lost time in history. I self-published my story in a book of short nonfiction on Amazon. 

I tracked down the surviving women in the photograph, dug into archival data, and even met with anthropologists and historians to get a picture of life in an Armenian enclave of 1950s Massachusetts. The women in this photo have an important story to tell about immigrant life and friendship.