Friday, January 7, 2011

Celebrating Armenian Christmas in Venice, Italy

January 6, 2011
The Church of San Lazzaro, Venice Italy

Yesterday was a day reminiscent of my childhood. It brought to mind memories of me fidgeting in the front pew of the Armenian Holy Cross church in sunny Los Angeles; of ruffle itching dresses, bobby socks, and shiny patent leather shoes snug on my dangling feet.  I remember how I would pretend to not see my mother's silent looks of disapproval as my siblings and I would complain, usually with a not so subtle cough, about sitting so close to all that incense. This time the incense, a symbol of honor and dignity in the Armenian mass that represents our prayers ascending to heaven, didn't bother me. Instead it was a soothing reminder of a family tradition, and yesterday I shared that tradition with my husband and friends at the Monastic Headquarters of the Mekhitarian Order in the church of San Lazzaro or Saint Lazarus. It's on the homonymous--fog shrouded in the winter and sun kissed in the summer--island in the Venetian lagoon. More simply known to the Venetians as Isola degli Armeni or the Armenian Island. 



Khatchkar (stone cross)
 
Stop if you will for a moment and think about this: the Mekhitarian monks have inhabited, worshiped and spread their love of knowledge from their tiny island headquarters for just under 300 years!The United States of America wasn't yet independent when in 1717 the Venetian Senate gifted this island to the Armenian Abbot and scholar Mekhitar, giving him and his fellow monks refuge from the Turkish invasion of their former homeland. A gift that one might argue was made for political, intellectual, religious or even personal reasons. It is said Mekhitar was a friend of the Mocenigo family, at the time one of Venice's most prominent and powerful. But, whatever the reason, this gift reflects the close ties between the Venetians and the Armenians of that era and today. Here is a photograph taken yesterday of a more recent symbol of their close ties. The traditional, 14th century, khatchkar or stone cross that was a gift from the Armenian government to the city of Venice in 1987 (coincidentally the same year I moved to Venice) and in turn given by the city to the Mekhitarian Fathers; they being the most appropriate guardians of the cross. It can be seen surrounded by three pomegranate trees--another symbol of Armenia and her people--at the entrance to the monastery.

But back to yesterday. We received a warm, hospitable welcome from the Mekhitarian monks. They opened their island, and embraced a hundred or so worshippers and guests for the Epiphany or Armenian Christmas mass.  It was a morning of tradition, communion, canto fit for the finest theater and the ritual of blessing of the holy water for the year to come.  After the mass, and while still in church, there was an added ceremony of fraternity between the monks and the congregation. A small cup of the newly blessed holy water was given to everyone to drink. An extra blessing of sorts, that was lovely to partake in and observe.

Afterwards, everyone gathered in the refectory where the monks and seminary students served us a soul warming, home cooked meal of olives and pickles from their orchard and vegetable garden, rice pilaf, roast potatoes, veal and vegetable stew, and of course red or white wine. A lovely meal, in a spectacular room adorned with the wall size 18th century Da Vinci style painting of The Last Supper by Pietro Novelli. An interesting note: above the door to the refectory, written in Armenian are the words "Keep Silent Here". It is their practice to dine in silence, yet they were kind enough to break that rule for us and share in conversation and comradery, and I thank them.

Stomachs full, and hearts warmed by old and new friends, we started our tour of the monastery and its extraordinary library and museum, where volumes of centuries old manuscripts, books and artifacts are on display; too many to describe here. My only suggestion is that on your next trip to Venice you try and make time to visit this marvelous island and its community within a community.


The Internal Garden of the Cloister
 

8 comments:

  1. It was such a blessing to share such a wonderful day with you!

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  2. Anonymous...it was nice to share it with you, too. Thank you.

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  3. Thank you for posting the link to your blog, on Pierre's blog. I'll be reading it today.

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  4. Yvonne, It's my pleasure, and welcome to my blog!

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  5. Marie,
    This is wonderful! The last time we were there and visited you, we went to the Armenian Isle. It was wonderful, especially the arts. Thank you for sharing.
    Aren't you a Venetian by now? Or once an Angeleno always an Angeleno?
    Love to Roberto and the girls.
    Jean Markarian

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  6. Very beautiful. I too remember the incense and getting in trouble by mom at church...let's catch up soon.

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  7. I'm proud to announce that this blog post was published in Yerevan Magazine as its feature story for the weekend of January 14-16, 2011!

    www.yerevanmagazine.com

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  8. Marie, what a fabulous blog, thank you so much! It took me right back to Venice, but to somewhere new and rich with history in that already fabulous city. What a beautiful church.

    Congratulations on the publication!

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