It’s nice to feel good about who we are. But visiting my Grandpa’s grave in Turlock, California brought me a mixture of feelings. It feels good to be a descendant of the courageous Rab Khaila Zaia Gewargis (George) who defended Habbaniyah and a large Christian enclave when it was attacked by over 60,000 Iraqi soldiers […]
When my dad was a young boy he went with his dad, Zaia Gewargis, toward the northern border between Iraq and Turkey. The terrain was a rugged climb and they were riding mules–more stable on their feet than horses in steep, rough places. When they reached the border, they reined their mules to a stop […]
I swerved in next to the curb at the Sky Harbor airport to pick-up my 85 year old dad. He had just returned from a trip to Oregon after spending several weeks with my brother’s family. Once in the car I tried to get him to talk about his adventure… “So what was the best […]
