Hagop Sarafian

“They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body.”

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Regardless of social origin, education, wealth, Father Time will soon or later take us down a peg or two. What we could easily manage a decade ago becomes more problematic with each passing year.

But some people age better than others and Hagop Sarafian (son of Saraf) is one of them.
He was born on December 23, 1922 in Marash (Southeastern Turkey) a city with a tormented past that was then part of the Ottoman Empire.
Due to the 1915-1923 Armenian Genocide, and under very difficult conditions, Hagop’s family escaped Turkey and trekked to Aleppo, Syria. Hagop was then just 40 days old.

His father was a small rug merchant and in Syria Hagop learned the weaver trade by watching and helping him.

At age of 20, he gave up this line of work and started to make a living as a drummer in a local band. He performed throughout Lebanon, Syria, Iraq and Iran for the next fifteen years.
In 1958 at age 36, Hagop emigrated to France and shortly after he met and wed fellow Armenian Isabelle Sarafian. They were married according to the Armenian tradition in an orthodox church in Paris.

While in France, he learned how to play pétanque.
In 1972, he pulled up stakes again and moved to Cleveland, USA, to be closer to his younger brother.
A year later he moved to California.

At 90, Hagop (Armenian form of Jacob) is the poster boy for  senior citizens.
A fierce pétanque competitor and a renowned “shooter”, he can still deliver amazing “carreaux” and put to shame people twenty years younger.
One also wonders at his remarkable ability to crouch like a young boy to measure contested points.

Not adverse to an occasional shot of booze or a puff of locoweed, he still has a sharp mind and all his hair, things I wish I could say about myself.
He also has an excellent memory that contributes to make him a formidable card player.

Born and raised in a patriarchal society, Hagop inherited some of the characteristics of a male oriented society.
He is not unlike a chestnut, prickly outside, sweet inside.
Often misunderstood, thin-skinned, slightly handicapped by some hearing loss, Hagop has mellowed with age and blossomed into an upstanding human being.

He is proud of his Armenian roots and of his Christian Orthodox faith.

Please join me in congratulating Hagop Sarafian on his 90th birthday and wishing him many more “carreaux” in the years to come.

Let’s make Sunday, December 23rd, Hagop Sarafian Day!

Tsnudat Shnorhavor Hagop!

Alain

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4 thoughts on “Hagop Sarafian”

  1. Happy Birthday, Hagop, from Nancy and John Mengshol (recent members of LPM and now living and playing petanque in Fresno).

  2. Dear Hagop, We are wishing you a Very Happy Birthday! You are an inspiration to us all and a cherished member of La Petanque Mariniere. We will look forward to a celebratory game or two when the weather improves!! Best wishes, Christine and Larry

  3. Happy Birthday Hagop!………. Your bright spirit and smile, and depth, have made
    my learning Petanque a joy. Looking forward to playing again in the New Year.
    The very best for the year ahead.

  4. I met Hagop and Isabelle while an organ student of Andre Marchal in Paris. Their generosity to me was more than I could ever repay. I was so surprised to see this photo and see how little they had changed in 40 years. I have just learned of Stefan’s death, so this is both a thank you and a note of sympathy. Marilyn

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