I feel like I just struck gold in the research for my historical fiction!

I have amassed so many articles and books and photos and interviews. Still, I felt my mental picture of the time frame when Armenians were subjected to massacres and other forms of brutalization by the Ottoman Turks and the Kurds was disjointed and fuzzy. I wanted to get up close and personal with the Armenians and their lives before coming to America (and other countries).

When most people hear or read about the Armenian genocide, they think 1915-1918. But so much came before and after, and the whole story must be known to understand the impact on the Armenian population—those who perished as well as those who survived, escaped, and migrated to other countries, complete with the physical and emotional scars of their experiences.

And that understanding is essential to creating authentic characters and a wholly credible and moving story.

So what “gold” did I strike?

It’s The Thirty-Year Genocide, by Benny Morris and Dror Ze’evi.

Thirty Year Genocide Book

The book begins in the nineteenth century Ottoman Empire, describing the lives and hardships for Christian Armenians within territory dominated by Kurdish and Ottoman Empire Moslems. It takes us through the massacres of 1894-1896, followed by the era of the Young Turks–when hope initially was high for a peaceful coexistence between Turks and Armenians, but sadly returned to a policy of genocide, culminating in the most well known massacres, homicidal deportation, forced conversion, mass rape and brutal abduction. The final chapters cover the years from 1918-1924, when the French sacrificed the Armenians, “The Armenians, , , are doomed,” William Dodd wrote to Mark Bristol on April 9, 1920. And within the same time frame came the deportation and murder of the Christian Greeks.

According the book cover, “While not justified under the teachings of Islam, the killing of two million Christians was effected through the calculated exhortation of the Turks to create a pure Muslim nation.”

The book is long and detailed, and in addition to being comprehensive on its own, it has helped bring clarity and connection to the many other resources I’ve devoured on the road to writing my upcoming novel.

My thanks to the authors of The Thirty-Year Genocide.

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I grew up in a community of Armenians. Every block within a 4-5 block diameter contained multiple Armenian families, and at the center of it was the church.

The groundbreaking for the first church was celebrated by the entire congregation. At the time, it was the Armenian Presbyterian Church, although most of the Protestant Armenians attended. It was completed in 1908. The church was the hub of our Armenian community’s life and the commonality we all shared.

But each family was distinct from the others. What village in the old country was their origin? How many stops did they make on their way to America? What skills did they bring with them when they fled their homeland? What struggles with the Ottoman Turks had they endured before they left their homes behind? Did they worship as Presbyterians or Congregationalists?

Some left their homeland in the mid- to late 1890’s, when the Turkish leaders initiated random massacres of individuals, of families, of entire villages–long before the more widely known Genocide that began in 1915. Some saw the clouds forming during the first decade of the 20th century, as the Ottoman Empire was crumbling and weakening, and the Young Turks were gaining power.

1.5 million Armenians did not leave in time, and were murdered with a range of “weapons” beginning in 1915. Justified as a response to World War I, the Turks killed younger men with guns, hangings, burnings, hard labor combined with starvation, and other gruesome methods. Women, children and old men were subjected to humiliation of nakedness, starvation, freezing, and the infamous walks across deserts and mountains to nowhere–including women and children being dragged to the nearest rivers to be washed away–all called “relocation.”

My little church in Troy, NY was a haven and support for those who came early. From the beginning there were internal battles–over leadership, over denomination (primarily Presbyterian vs Congregational), over personalities–that led to a breakup of the church community in 1910. The Congregationalists worshipped in borrowed space and began planning a new house of worship in 1912. The groundbreaking for that church in 1914, although the actual building of the church didn’t begin until 1916. By that time reports of slaughter and terrible massacres and deportations were arriving, leading the Congregationalists to rename the church as the “Armenian Calvary Congregational Church of Troy.” The church name commemorated a martyred nation following her master to Calvary. Newcomers, it was believed, would “revigorated the blood in the veins of the new built church” and “America would be the adopted country of Armenians.” The church would support the wave of Armenian immigrants escaping the genocide in their Americanization.

On August 27, 1916, the cornerstone was laid with fitting ceremonies. And on January 7, 1917, the first service was held in the building.

In 1914 the two Protestant Armenian churches began talks to unite, and the first union services was held in 1919. The new church became the home of the congregation and the Presbyterian church became the parsonage. The church was renamed United Armenian Calvary Congregational Church.

One of my personally favorite parts of the church are the stained glass windows that memorialize the Armenian martyrs. The mass loss of family members was immortalized, and the importance for the Armenian church community to be a source of support for arriving survivors strengthened the entire community.

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It was this history and my personal experiences growing up within the church community that connected me forever.

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Armenian cookbook

I don’t usually do book reviews on this site. However, in my research for my eventual historical fiction about Armenians and their immigration to America during and following the 1915 genocide in Turkey, I came across a marvelous book that is part Armenian history and part cookbook. As the author points out: “The history of the Armenian people is written, in part, through our culinary creativity with locally found ingredients.”

Home Again: Armenian Recipes from the Ottoman Empire, by Mari A Firkatian, is a fascinating blend of food and history. The back cover tells us:

“Preserving the past in recipes and memories, Home Again turns the reader’s gaze to Armenian culinary traditions. A land at the crossroads of great empires and nomadic hordes, Armenia’s cuisine offers a tantalizing melding of the rich variety of Mediterranean produce and Eastern spices. The culinary lexicon of Armenia stands as a testament to the survival of a people over the centuries…. The author transports both the novice and experienced cook to Armenian kitchens across the former Ottoman Empire….”

Generations of Armenians linked themselves directly to the most god-fearing man mentioned in the Bible, Noah, who many Armenians consider to be their progenitor. “Not only did Noah find dry land on the slopes of Mt. Ararat, but he also planted the first vineyard there; drinking Armenian wine is to savor a gift from the hands of Noah. Hayk, the great-great-great grandson of Noah, established the nation in the region of Mt. Ararat.” Armenia’s wines, sometimes using the unique native varietals, are making a comeback that is promising to produce some magnificent vintages.

In 301 AD Armenia became the first nation to convert to Christianity.
Beginning in 1915, 1.5 million of the 2 million Armenians in Ottoman Turkey—a staggering 75%–were killed.

“The killing of so many Armenians dealt a near death blow to a noble, ancient culture. If we consider not only the dead, but their stolen properties, all the unborn generations and millions of dollars of wealth stripped from the victims, then we can see the scope of this heinous crime.”

Survivors escaped and sought shelter in nearby countries. Most thought they would return to their homeland when things settled down. “With that in mind, in 1923, when…” the author’s… “family fled one final time, they headed to Gemelik, a port town, with 14 cans of olive oil. With oil as their currency, they bought passage to Greece.”

Meanwhile, back in Turkey, the official Turkish policy was to wipe the Armenian presence literally and figuratively from history.

But they couldn’t erase the culinary memory.

Much of the first third of the book is this history and a memoir, followed by a discussion of Armenian culinary traditions. And then come the recipes, beginning with appetizers.

I will leave you with one of two Hummus recipes to whet your appetite for this fascinating and delightful book!

Smooth Hummus
2 c cooked chickpeas
4 cloves garlic, mashed, with salt
1T tahini
1 lemon, juiced
Extra virgin olive oil

Blend the chickpeas with a little of the cooking liquid in a food processor.
Add as much of the cooking liquid needed to make a smooth, creamy texture.
Add garlic and salt to taste.
Add lemon juice.
Add tahini and a thin stream of extra virgin olive oil to make a smooth consistency.
Serve in a shallow dish drizzled with extra virgin olive oil, parsley to garnish, sprinkled with paprika or oregano.

Hamu naye—inch hamov e, che?
Taste this—isn’t it just the best you ever tasted?

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Tree topperShnor-ha-vor (soorp) dzu-noont! 
Merry Christmas!

During a visit with one of the Armenian women who was kind enough to let me interview her for my historical fiction, she shared a delightful find with me (actually, a few delightful finds, but first things first): her copy of The Gurabia Man, by Talene Dadian White. It’s an Armenian version of The Gingerbread Man, sprinkled with Armenian words and with a glossary and other resources at the back of the book.

Gurabia Man -- English version
What a delight! I thought immediately of my great-nephew, who will turn 3 next March, and new great-niece, who will have her first birthday in February. They have the Essegian name but are three generations removed from the last 100% Armenian Essegian in our family. I consider it my job to help them maintain their Armenian connection, however small that may be.

I rushed home from the interview and went straight to my computer and Amazon. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Armenian versions of FIVE beloved fairytales—all in English with some Armenian words AND a few almost totally in Armenian!
Gurabia Man - Armenian version
I couldn’t have been happier if I’d struck gold! (Okay, so that’s a little exaggeration—call it literary license.) I ordered four (English sprinkled with Armenian) of the five. Jack in the Beanstalk was sold out.

I decided I’d send two (Gurabia Man and Goldilocks and the Three Bears) for this Christmas and the others at a later time. The books arrived a few days later, along with the cookie cutters I’d ordered: a gingerbread man, a pig, a dog, a donkey and a fox to go with the Gingerbread Man story, and three bears of different sizes and a girl for the Goldilocks book. I tweaked a Gurabia recipe to be able to roll the dough for cutouts. After making the cookies and decorating them (pistachios for eyes, dried apricot pieces for buttons on the Gurabia Man, raisins for eyes for the bears, and apricot pieces for eyes on the girl), I actually bubble-wrapped each cookie individually to keep them intact when they were mailed to my nephew and niece in Florida, along with a message to freeze the cookies to keep them fresh until Christmas. My nephew, father of the two young children, texted me thanks and how his 3-year-old was really into books (even “reading” some to his mom or dad at bedtime)! The cookies went directly into the freezer to be opened with the books on Christmas.

As our Armenian blood becomes more diluted with successive generations, I believe it is important to keep those generations in touch with their roots. Our ancestors suffered much, and sacrificed almost as much, leaving their beloved homes to flee to another country, giving their children and future generations a chance to survive and thrive.

Our heritage is rich and must not be forgotten.

Shnor-ha-vor nor da-ree!
Happy New Year!

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This stained glass window photo is from the church I attended as a child and remained a member until it closed in 2011. Revisiting the church a little over a year ago started me on this journey–to write about the church and the people, their struggles, tragedies and triumphs.

I’m staring at the collection of research what will be a historical fiction about Armenians—two file boxes full plus a two-foot pile of books and a loose pile of miscellaneous resources. I’m excited about the collection, but also daunted by the work that will be needed to pull out the gems that will both do justice to history and keep a reader reading. My research spans 120 years. Modern day attention spans are measured in nanoseconds.

War and Peace was 13,095 pages in 10 volumes. That was the longest I could find. But it doesn’t take a Mensa member to recognize that a book that long will not sell well in the 21st century. And I’d probably be dead before it was finished anyway.

The historical fiction I’m currently reading spans 32 years. The one before that covered about 10 years. Pillars of the Earth covered 50 years. Gone With the Wind followed the characters through the American Civil War and into reconstruction—probably 10-15 years tops. Recently I’ve read a few books that span several decades but connect past to present with multi-year gaps.

But 120 years?

I suppose it could be a multi-book historical story. It would be tricky and would have to track back and forth in time to show connections between the immigrants and first, second and third generation family members. AND the characters and their stories would need to be particularly compelling. ALL of them.

I could limit the story that is in my head across 60-70 years. That’s still long. But possibly doable. The tricky part would be ensuring that critical story lines aren’t shortchanged.

What would you do?

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It’s a literary gift of gold! Thanks to my friend Roger, I learned of this resource for understanding life in AArmenians in Turkey 100 Years Agormenia prior to the 1915 genocide. I have only just begun my study of what it offers. The book is not merely an album of postcards. Detailed information about each postcard is provided: information about the image, whether it was posted or not and by whom. It also shares texts about Armenians of each vilayet, including information about the role played by Armenians in the economical, social and cultural life of the settlements in which they lived, the industrial and commercial branches in which they were concentrated, their quarters, churches, monasteries and schools, as well as demographical data.

I’ve mentioned before that my family came from Harput (also known as Harpoot, Kharpouth and Kharpert). Here is a peek at two of the postcards of the village. Kharpouth was a prosperous village along the primary trade route in the area. The first photo shows the village on the hill, and the second shows a group of tanners.

Education was valued by Armenians. The villages that could afford to do so provided eduction for both boys and girls:

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As I pursue my goal of creating a historical fiction that accurately reflects the lives of the story’s characters, I’m confident that this resource, combined with the many others I’ve collected, will help make our ancestors come alive on the pages.

Gu des-nu-veenk no-ren!

I’ll see you again!

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I’m thrilled to announce that my novel, THE EYES HAVE IT,  is a themed-week feature book in the Romance category on NetGalley from 11/11/19-11/17/19!

If you are unfamiliar with NetGalley, it is a site where book reviewers and other professional readers can read books before they are published, in e-galley or digital galley form. Members register for free and can request review copies or be invited to review by the publisher.

For a description of the book, simply click on the link, then click on the book cover to go to a synopsis.

You also can read an excerpt of the book by going to my book pages at Barnes & Noble or Amazon and look inside the book! A number of readers have already left very positive (mostly 5 star!) reviews on Amazon!

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Finished-Ebook imageToday marks four weeks since the release of The Eyes Have It It has been an eventful month, contacting local bookstores and libraries, running book giveaway contests and soliciting reviews, following up on promotional leads from the publisher, etc. Feedback has been positive and I have other activities lined up or in the planning process.

The first review came in time for inclusion on the back cover of the paperback:

With her new novel, Dawn Lajeunesse proves she understands the human heart as well as any writer working today, and she knows how to make a reader’s heart thump hard—with anticipation, with sorrow, with fear and with joy. The Eyes Have It is an intelligent, poignant, rewarding experience.” Mark Spencer, author of A Haunted Love Story: The Ghosts of the Allen House.

I’ve received four reviews on Amazon so far, mostly 5-star and one 4-star. Word of mouth is the best marketing tool!

And yesterday, I received my  Kirkus Review – too long to include it all, but here are the high points:

“Lajeunesse constructs a powder keg of family secrets, featuring plenty of dramatic irony…. Olivia remains a vulnerable and realistic heroine throughout, and Lajeunesse pays close attention to her emotional oscillations between yearning and disappointment.
A fiery family drama. . . .” Kirkus Reviews

So far, so good.

Over the coming weeks and months, I’ll continue to feed and water this seedling. Meanwhile, my research and interviews for my Armenian story plods forward!

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Pa-ree lo’o ees!
Good Morning!

Last weekend I had the pleasure of spending time with my extended Armenian family in the Boston area. My local cousin, my sister and her spouse, and I joined with cousins for an Essegian/Mahakian reunion and a weekend of activities – and of course, eating!
We arrived Thursday afternoon and celebrated the much-anticipated weekend with some Armenian wine, compliments of cousin Lorraine.
Our cousin Ira volunteered to chauffer us around, since we plebian upstate NYS drivers dreaded driving around Boston.

First stop was the Genocide Memorial in downtown Boston – beautiful and peaceful:

After also wandering around Quincy Market and the wharf area, we headed to Ani’s in Belmont for its authentic Armenian food in a casual setting. It lived up to its reputation!

More than once in our wanderings we remarked on our gratitude that Ira was driving – not just in downtown Boston but the entire surrounding area!

Saturday we headed for the Armenian Museum in Watertown. I’ve included several photos from the museum in past posts. There were some items I either missed the first time or had been added, most notably this phenomenal needlework using silkworm cocoons! In old Armenia, many of the villages were along the famed Silk Road, heavily trafficked by merchants traveling between the Orient and the western countries. My family, from Kharpert, lived in one of the busiest trading areas.
Cocoon embroidery - Museum
From the museum we headed to the home of cousin Bobby and his delightful (and talented) children, Amy and Robert. Everyone brought a contribution for the dinner, but the bulk of the feast was created by Bob and his girlfriend, Allison. All I can say is, OINK – it was wonderful! But at least as wonderful was seeing cousins we hadn’t seen in years and some who hadn’t been born the last time we were all together. We failed at our intent to take a group photo, so I will just include a couple of memorable pics of our family elder and source of many family stories, John, with his beloved Alicia and Mike, and niece/nephew Amy and Michael. Amy, a classically trained soprano, graced us with a sampling of her favorite pieces. Breathtaking!

Late to the party were Ira’s wife, Diane with children (Lauren and husband Jorge) and grandchildren (Elizabeth and Ryan), who were at Ryan’s soccer game.

It was such a joy to connect with the cousins, who had been such a huge part of our early family life.

Har-kank-ne’-rus po-lo-reen!
My regards to all!

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What a whirlwind week this has been! I can’t remember when I’ve been more enthusiastic about writing done and writing planned!

Finished-Ebook imageIn the first six days post release, the copies have flown off my shelf and out of Amazon and B&N faster than I’ve experienced with previous books! And I already have 3 reviews on Amazon – ALL FIVE-STARS! It’s so exciting to watch and get feedback from readers. The giveaway contest on-line certainly didn’t hurt, but that was only 10 books. Thanks to all of you for showing interest (and those of you who went ahead and bought a book when your name wasn’t drawn for the giveaway)!

Please remember to post a review on Amazon &/or Goodreads. And a favorable note on Facebook certainly can’t hurt!

So, while  The Eyes Have It  has monopolized most of my attention for a couple of weeks, my Armenian historical fiction has never been far from my mind. I found my mind wandering to why I started it in the first place.


It started with an ancestry search that led me here, to the church where I was raised. Sadly, it no longer serves a congregation, but the building has not yet been sold, which is what made my visit possible.DSC01034 (2)


As I wandered around and through the church and my memories, I came across the cornerstone that dated the completion of the church in 1916. The church congregation first came together in 1906, but underwent a series of changes before this church was built.

And then there were the windows, the catalyst that drew me into the world of my ancestors and their early experiences in America following their flight from the massacres by the Ottoman Turks.

As a child, upon entering the church, I felt a sense of awe and warmth. As I walked toward the altar during this visit, I felt that same sense of peace and comfort. I knew right then that I would write about it. I simply didn’t know exactly what. Since that day, nearly a year ago, I’ve immersed myself in Armenian culture, in stories of the few early church members who are still alive, and those of the generations that followed the early arrivals. I’ve reconnected with people I’ve not talked with in years, and brought together family members that were scattered for decades. This coming weekend I will spend in the Boston area with members of the Essegian/Mahakian extended family, visiting the Genocide Memorial in Boston, returning to the Armenian Museum in Watertown, having dinner at Ani’s in Watertown, and wrapping up the festivities with a family feast at the home of one of my cousins. And yes, the feast will be Armenian food.

I don’t know where this story is taking me yet. But I know it’s a journey that was meant to be.



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