Highlighting some of the lesser known, but just as important past Armenian characters in India.
Those Armenians who have some sort of connection, or maybe simply buried in Calcutta and other locations in India, I re-create their lives and put them into short stories, at least as much as I am able to.
The Armenians of India are unique and their stories need to be told. I hope this blog goes a little way to telling those stories.
Armenian graves in India www.chater-genealogy.com.
Gladys Bagram: The Scent of a Woman and Her Love for Theo
A year ago, as I was coming to the end of a scanning project, I wrote
this to my Facebook followers. For months I had been immersed in
photographs from the 1920s and 1930s. They once belonged to Gladys Bagram wife
of Theo Bagram, nephew of Sir Paul Chater from the period when she was in Hong
Kong with Theo and Sir Paul. Gladys had a certain je ne sais quoi, and one particular evening she captured my mind
again as she had done many times during the scanning.
Gladys Bagram has an everlasting scent. Her perfume is on
everything I am touching; photographs, postcards, documents. I am finally
finishing off the scanning, and Gladys’s perfume hangs in the air, it wafts
around me gently seeping up from the desk. It has the bouquet of a by-gone era,
I see her standing in her finery and she is meeting me in every image with her
1930's perfume. It is quite extraordinary that it has lasted all these years
and a perfumier would be able to recognise it in an
instant. In the meantime, I'm in Hong Kong, South Africa, Rhodesia, Italy,
Margate and even Taylor Avenue with her. She meticulously catalogued her travels with Theo, and after he died she continued to collect photographs and recount to her family her travelling tales. Her presence and her fragrance
accompany me through the scanning journey. Fleetingly, I am lost in time, absorbed into her world through her sweet-smelling photographs.
The even more extraordinary thing is
the images of her beloved darling
Theo smell even stronger of her heady perfume, exuding her passion and love for him in abundance. Heraroma is everywhere this
evening as I attempt to finish the scanning of this last batch of photographs. The
journey with these pictures has been amazing, their visual narrative is
remarkable, I will attempt to give a voice to their life story, Theo and Gladys
were irreplaceable. And her scent lives on.