Valley Voices

A Fresno man’s mystery family discovered in archives from Armenian Genocide

The photograph of a family that had been unknown to Michael Rettig and his parents. It shows his great-great-great-grandmother Mary, at the right. She is the mother of his great-great-grandfather Mardiros Gashagortzian. The group is in Bitlis, an Armenian province of the Ottoman Empire.
The photograph of a family that had been unknown to Michael Rettig and his parents. It shows his great-great-great-grandmother Mary, at the right. She is the mother of his great-great-grandfather Mardiros Gashagortzian. The group is in Bitlis, an Armenian province of the Ottoman Empire. Contributed

Several years ago, on the 102nd anniversary of the Armenian Genocide, I offered to share my family’s story of survival at the Armenian Students Organization at Fresno State’s commemorative event. Though there were multiple stories I considered telling, I decided to speak about a distant branch of my family that I knew the least about, for the very reason that I knew so little about them. In fact, my family had no knowledge of their existence until recently.

Several years ago, my aunt and I discovered a photograph of an unknown family as we were sifting through my late grandmother’s boxes of family archives. I initially thought the picture must have been of my ancestors’ family friends from Bitlis, a historically Armenian province of the Ottoman Empire. We later opened a different box and found a legal document that my great-great-grandfather Mardiros Gashagortzian drafted to sue the Ottoman government for the property his family lost during the Armenian Genocide of 1915.

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Michael Rettig Contributed

In this document, Mardiros listed his relatives who remained in the Ottoman Empire after he migrated to Fresno in 1899, fleeing the Hamidian massacres that preceded the Armenian Genocide. Mardiros found work as a carpenter, raised three children in Fresno’s Old Armenian Town, and became a naturalized American citizen in 1901.

After examining Mardiros’s legal document, I realized the photograph of the unknown family included Mardiros’s mother (my great-great-great-grandmother Mary), and his brother Harutyoon’s family in Bitlis in 1912. Mary is pictured seated on the right, proudly holding a portrait of Mardiros and his family that they had taken and mailed upon arriving in America. Her second son, Harutyoon, is seated in the middle next to his wife, both of whom would be murdered by Turkish soldiers three years after the photograph was taken.

Mardiros’s document laments the death of four of his nephews and nieces, Harutyoon’s children, in the Armenian Genocide. The two eldest sons, Jarjis and Khoshvart, were murdered early in the killings along with other young able-bodied Armenian men. Their little sister Siranoosh Gashagortzian, pictured to the left of Mary, perished in the death marches at the age of 12. Harutyoon’s eldest daughter Azniv escaped to Aleppo, where she wrote letters to her cousin in America, my great-grandmother Victoria, about the desperate condition of the Armenian refugees in Syria. Harutyoon’s son Smbat survived by remaining in Turkey and hiding his Armenian identity. He wrote to Victoria that he was “saved from the awful deportations and massacres of 1915 by assuming the Turkish name Djemal.” He further wrote, “for years I lived as a fugitive from town to town, county to county, and now I live in Istanbul. I feel myself alone in the world.”

These letters from the few who survived, the family picture, and Mardiros’s legal document constitute all that remains of Harutyoon’s family. They were massacred, torn from their homeland, their land and property confiscated. I chose to share their story to preserve their memory, as they were so nearly lost to history. I do not know if there are any surviving descendants of these children, somewhere in Syria, Turkey, or Armenia. Who would remember these faces if not for this picture, and who would remember their struggles if not for the letters in my grandmother’s boxes?

Their story is but one example of the devastation the Ottoman Turks inflicted upon Armenian families during the genocide, but it also an example of their failure. That I am sitting here today, 104 years later, with this picture of the Gashagortzians in my hand and the memory of Harutyoon, Jarjis, Khoshvart, and Siranoosh in my heart, and that Armenians around the world continue to gather on April 24 to keep the memories and stories of their ancestors alive year after year, is a testament to this failure. We are still here, and we still remember and honor those we have lost.

Michael Rettig is a Fresno native and graduate of Fresno State with a master’s in history. His thesis was about Armenians who served in British intelligence during World War I.

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