When I moved to San Francisco from Paris, I left behind a car, an suite and a high-paying, glamorous job
Born in 1940, I was raised in Paris. My parent, an Armenian digest in Istanbul, Turkey, went to a French school in Alexandria, Egypt, and migrated to France in 1935. After marriage my mother, a Parisian, and being naughtily were injured during the second world war, he worked as a jeweler-diamond marketer with a keen eye for real estate buying and refurbishing small inns, eateries and houses.
My mothers is relatively pro-American. I still recollect when my hometown was liberated and Mother and I moved on the Champs-lyses. I ever wished to visit America but my father, who was very strict, was against it. At the time, I had a full-time responsibility in an international music publishing company off the Champs-lyses, restating English lyricals to French. This gave me the opportunity to meet artists such as Edith Piaf. Even though it was a glamorous task, I still longed for advance and undertaking( and to get away from my strict papa ).
Armenian friends in Los Angeles agreed to sponsor me, and within one month I had obtained a visa and, subsequently, a green card. In Paris, I had bought a Greyhound package giving me limitless wandering for three months. I travelled to 30 US governments before settling in San Francisco in the fall of 1961. I was aroused to go and listen to jazz in San Francisco. I encountered a enterprise downtown, constructing less there than I had in Paris. Still, I adoration the work and the people there. I also did some whisker pattern for Clairol. Beings who sounds my French accent questioned: Did you come with one of our GIs? I was pleased to tell them no, I had come alone, employing my own money.
In June 1967, I was marriage. On our honeymoon, we attended the Monterey International Pop Festival. My partner knew Janis Joplin and members of the Big brother and Holding Company, who they were performing there. After the summer of 1967, the San Francisco mood began to change and by 1969 many of our friends were leaving, some on a bus to Tennessee to start a commune.
Our firstly daughter was born in late 1969 and at this time my husband decided to go back east to finish his investigates. In 1972 he acquired a masters degree in environmental intend from the University of Pennsylvania. The then Georgia governor, Jimmy Carter, offered him its own position in his natural resources department and we moved to Georgia. We had a second daughter, and I drove at various enterprises, chiefly as a translator, to have funds for regular trips to Paris.
In 1982, a large busines, Lockheed Martin, offered me its own position. About 60 Algerian us air force trainees had come to learn English and C-1 30 aircraft upkeep. As a purchaser liaison polouse, I addrest French with them. I was like their big sister, taking them to physicians, stimulating sure their stay in America croaked smoothly. Over epoch, we had trainees from Kuwait, Egypt, Dubai, Belgium, the United kingdom government, Saudi Arabia, China, Ethiopia, etc. Some stayed a few weeks and others stood a couple of years.
It was another glamorous job, but it was necessitating since I needed to be on call 24/7 in case of an emergency( and there were several !). I wrote reports on the trainees countries so my colleagues at Lockheed would be familiar with their culture. I also took the trainees on little journeys and interpreted American culture.
After 26 years in my company, I decided to adjourn just knowing that I would miss the international alliances. During those 26 years, I had traveled, my own way to many of my trainees metropolitans, such as Addis Ababa, Dubai, Algiers, Tunis, Singapore, Dakar, Pisa, Bangkok, Jakarta, Libreville( Gabon) and more.
Many of our trainees were Muslims and were enthusiastic students, ever extremely respectful of me, so it grieves me to sounds all the anti-Muslim rhetoric these days in the US.
My husband retired from the environmental field in 2005 and was diagnosed with Alzheimers disease in 2009. I started a blog, announced Recollections of a Vagabonde, at my daughters pushing. Initially, it was just for the benefit of my grandchildren, so that they are able to learn of our past. But I now find it a real consolation to keep in touch with blogging pals from across the US and the world, some of whom I have met in person.
I enjoy it when they tell me they learned something new on my blog maybe something about France or when my French readers learn something about US culture. I am a American citizen, and I adore this beautiful country, but of course, I still desire my hometown of Paris. I am grateful to both because they have given me so much better.