End here?!

The family tale is a long and sad one. One i have decided to keep myself. Just to finish what i wanted to say i have attached a picture of my grandfather's father with his brother Mohamad Hussein in St. Petersburg the picture was taken in 1910 according to my grandfather. It was before the world war before things get so awful Iranian constitutional revolution has just succeeded . Mohamad Hussein at the time was a member of Iranian parliament and a very charismatic leader he is sitting here.my dad's grandfather is standing to the right wearing a white pocket square in the corner next to his brother. four years later just before the great war he meets his wife. with the revolution the family was forced to leave Russia his father in law was a memeber of the white army fighting against reds he was killed in action near Moscow and many things happned. My grandfather father eventually died in 1930s of pneumonia in north of iran ( the only time i have seen my dad showing any interest in his family was when we met a friend of my grandfather mr. Stephan Malian they were kindergarden classmates he told me my grandfather'sfather was a very kind hearted man, while he was walking on the street he saw a homeless man frizing to death so he gave him his jacket the next day he got sick and died soon after) leaving a wife and children they lived in paris again living in an apartment at Quai louis Blério number 8. A pretty big apt with french std an entire floor but i wouldnt think it was impressive coming from Iran. The apt stayed in my family until three years ago when my aunt decided to sell it and so did my father.

My grandfather went to Germany to study engineering in 1936 he finished his school just before war get serious. the family didnt stay in occupied france came back to iran via germany in 1941 before iran becomes occupid as well. they came back to iran my great gandmother learned farsi tho she could never speak without accent. We have her voice tapped on an old gramaphone or wat ever u call that. my grandfather had a brother, a playboy in nature a very handsome man name Ghasem. He was a wonderful skier and represented iran in 1952 winter olympics we have many pictures of him left in the family. the young man who was just born to live and have fun died in a car accident just before my dad was born in 1959 . my grandfather joined the UN and lived in Europ mostly Netherlands. He married an iranian version of Ingrid Bergman, my grandmother who was hardly 20 at the time my grandfather being 38. they had an amazing life together and i truly think they were deeply in love until the very end. My grandmother was the youngest of an old family called Bavand ( believing that their family is related to the house of bavand ) was very spoiled and hard to deal with. My grandfather on the other hand was a true gentleman and nice toward her listening to all her stupid complians and man how much i loved seeing how he treats her with such respect. Anyhow the worst part was that she couldnt cook anything she still cant so the family sent her nanny and her cook with her another reason for why she never learned. However she could make some amazing iranian deserts very well things like all sort of jams Halva sholezard. My grandfather died in 1997 winter of that year my grandmother lives btw new york and Los Angles where my aunt moved from New york after 9/11. i hardly call her but she still does call me often. i am an awful person am i not?

a great deal of family wealth was lost thro the years my grandfather was a founding member of " Kafshe Melli" he built several factories in iran after he left UN in 1968 namly " Charm e hamedan" he has always been sympathetic toward Mossadegh so he never tried politics in the years after. With the down of Pahlavi my family was in toruble again. my grandfather;s cousin was an army general Nader Jahanbani with the nickname the blue eyed general was excuted a

month after my grandfather was in NY at the time with my aunt recently addmited to Cornell

didnt come back to iran. my dad and his brother Reza stayed in Iran when the young Reza became very political my dad being older brother asked my grandfather to arragne smth for Reza to leave iran ASAP but my grandfather didnt predict things to take such sharp turn and when they acted the 1981-2 mass excutionss came where the young Reza , also became the victim of at the age of 17. Reza was a smart boy with deep Hazel eyes and very light brown hair almost ginger. I was named after him. His death was the final hit on the family my grandfather had a heart attack soon after when he came back to iran it was too late. his factories were taken by the government my dad spent the next 7 years in the army during the war. His death in 1997 was in a way end of an era. And as Beyhaghi the iranian historian said in the 9th century.

This was the detailed description of the sons of hassan's life so the future generations learn.

و چنين بود احوال قوم بوحسن تا آيندگان عبرت گيرند

i wanted to write more in detail but i guess there is no point i miss my grandfather and that is it. i dont care about any thing except for him. how wonderfuly he talked in this old persian. He cared so much about people. he would alwyas help everyone.