Armenian-Molokans: From Kars to Los Angeles
- Karakala,
Kars oblast, Russia
- My Trip to
Turkey, 1999, by Joyce Keosababian-Bivin
- Why Armenians
Moved to Karakala, by Joyce Keosababian-Bivin
- First
Armenian Pentecostal Church, La Habra Heights, California
Karakala
Kars
oblast, Russia
(before 1921, now in Turkey)
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on Pictures to ENLARGE
Karakala (also: Karakale) was a
village area
where many of the Armenians who joined the Molokan sect lived, near
other Russian-Molokans
villages in Russian Armenia. Karakala means "Black Fortress". This
village
photo was taken
in the late 1800s shortly after the Armenians moved in to this
abandoned
military outpost. You can see the
residents posing for the
photographer.
It's located about 15 miles north of the city of Kars near the present
day village of Taslica, west of Susuz. (Click on pictures to ENLARGE)
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Latitude
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Longitude
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Karakala: see Taslica
Taslica
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"40°46'00""N"
"40°46'00""N"
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"43°02'00""E"
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During
the 1800s Molokans were resettled into the Caucasus
(Azerbaidjan, Georgia, Armenia) to establish Russian
colonies along the new borders of the Russian Empire. First they were
resettled into Azerbaidjan, then Georgia, Armenia, and at the end of
the 1800s, Kars oblast. Oblast is
Russian for
region/province, like a state. In the last Russo-Turkish War (1877-78),
Russia took this territory and moved Russian colonists in, mainly
sectarians — Molokans, Doukhobors, Subbotniki, and several
German groups (Mennonites, Lutherans, Baptists, etc). In a 1921 treaty,
the USSR returned the districts of Kars and Ardahan, acquired in 1878,
to Turkey. Read
more
about the Russo-Turkish wars.
In the early 1900s (especially 1905-12), about
3000 Molokans, and Armenians who joined them, in the Caucasus, mainly
in
war-torn Kars, fled to
America, many to avoid military
service, others to find employment. In the river "Flats" area on the
eastside of Los Angeles, they formed their own Armenian-Molokan Church
near the other Molokan village churches. The
church had several locations, mainly in homes, but the last location in
the Flats was just south of
4th Street below the International Institute on land that is now in the
south bound lane of the Santa Ana (I-5) Freeway.
In
1926, the sectarians (Molokans
and Doukhobors) remaining in Kars and Ardahan oblasts were offered free
land in
the barren Sal'ski steppe in Rostov,
Russia. All of the Doukhobors and about 90% of the Molokans moved.
In the 1930s Turkey became very nationalistic and every non-Turk had to
have a Turkish name. In the next decades all the Molokan villages were
concentrated into 3 villages — Yalinçayir,
Atçilar, and Çalkavur. In 1962, the Molokans in Turkey
were offered homes on collective farms (kolkhoz) in northern Stavropol'skii
krai, or in cities (Astrakhan, Stavropol', ...).
The
topography of Karakala is hilly. In fact,
Molokans who
migrated to Los Angeles and then moved into Boyle Heights, up
the hill from the "Flats", named a part of their
Molokan neighborhood "Kara-kala", sometime pronounced "Krik-kala".
It is bordered on the north by Whittier Boulevard, on the south by
Eighth
Street, on the east by Lorena Street and on the west by Soto Street.
Before
the Santa Ana (I-5) Freeway was built, this neighborhood resembled the
hills
near Karakala in the old country in which the hills form a sharp
angle with the flat land, rather than a gradual alluvial slope. Part of
the distinct hill remains on the westside, behind Bishop Mora
High
School.
(Click on map to ENLARGE) For some oral history, see Molokans
in America, Chapter 1.
The most famous Armenian-Molokan family from Karakala is the Shakarian
family, notably son Demos. They had a large dairy farm in Downey CA,
produced the book The Happiest People on Earth,
and founded the religious organization FGBMFI
— Full Gospel Business Men's
Fellowship International. Demos split from the original
Armenian-Molokan church which moved from East LA to La
Habra Heights,
not far from the current UMCA. Our
History describes how his family was saved by Efim G. Klubnikin's
prophesies and by Molokans who regularly visited Karakala village, the
migration, and meeting Protestants
in Los Angeles. Also, the fate of their
Karakala village is reported: "Two years later, the great
World War I
broke out, and in the terrible onslaught, when Turkey overran Armenia,
every soul in Kara Kala was wiped out."
Excerpts about the
Armenian-Molokans and Karakala, from Molokans in America by John K Berokoff
Chapter 1
A large neighboring
Armenian village,
Karakalla, became converted to the Christian Jumpers, most of
whom eventually came to America at the same time as the Russian
Molokans.
Meanwhile Klubnikin
took it upon himself to inform the villagers in the Erevan region.
Traveling from one village to another, he confided his revelations to
elders in that area who, in his opinion, were sympathetic to the cause
but being told about others who were not favorably disposed and fearing
betrayal as an agitator, he returned to Romanovka and concentrated his
efforts in the region of Kars, not neglecting to inform the Armenian brethren in Karakalla
that unless they left the country their people will endure far more in
the coming period of tribulation than their Russian brethren. This
warning was heeded by the majority of the Dukhonvy Armenians and when
the time came they followed the latter to America. [Footnote: The
prophesy[sic] concerning the Armenians literally came to pass in the
first
world war. When the Turkish army marched through the area in 1917, they
committed unspeakable atrocities against the Armenian people in all the
villages, including Karakalla.
For that reason the memory of Efeem Gerasimitch Klubnikin is revered
among the Armenian Molokans
to this day.]
This debate
continued in all Molokan villages throughout Trans-Caucasia and the
Trans-Caspian regions for about three years or until the beginning of
the winter of 1904.
... Very early in
that winter a conference was assembled by the elders of the Kars region
in the village of Novo-Mihailovka where representatives of ten
communities were present, including a leading member of the Armenian community of Karakalla,
Ardzuman Ivanitch Ohanessian, who was much respected in the
Russian Molokan communities.
Chapter 2
Evergreen Cemetery
... The Armenian Molokans
too, were participants in the undertaking and quite a number of their
people were buried there.
Chapter 3
The elders decreed
that a large tent was to be installed on some near-by vacant lot and
that Paskha should be observed together by all congregations after a
three-day fast to conform to the command of the Holy Spirit. ...
including the Armenian
brethren.
Chapter 7
[Page 135] At the end of February, 1945 the Advisory
Council compiled and circulated an accounting of total sums collected
from the entire brotherhood and the amount contributed by each
contributing congregation. Following are the totals as shown by the
accounting: Armenian Molokan
Church, $127.00
My Trip to Turkey, 1999
Karakala means "Black
Fortress"
By Joyce Keosababian-Bivin, an
American-Armenian-Molokan who has been exploring her family
history
for over 10 years. She has visited Armenia several times. The map of
Kars and photos are hers.
According to oral tradition, Karakala was an Armenia
Protestant village — some Molokan Armenians and some regular
Protestants.
My grandfather Zorab and his brother John Keosababian had a
sister
named Anna, who was also called Shogho, and in the old family letters,
sometimes referred to as Abla, meaning "eldest" sister. Anna
married a Molokan named Vasili Artyomovich. Their children were Alex,
Katya,
Uljasha, Vasily, Ivan and Manya. After Zorab and John went to
America, they exchanged letters with their father Yacov (Hagop), Anna,
Vasili and Alex, and later,
their daughter Manya continued corresponding with her uncles in America.
Manya married Nikolai Fydorovitch Polunin. They had nine children;
Vasili, Ona, Katya, Grisha, Yasha, Vanya, Ivan, Dunya and Tanya
(Tatsyana). They lived in the Molokan village of Malaya
Vorontsovka which apparently was in the vicinity of Karakala, Dubovka
and other
villages where
Molokans lived. My great-grandfather Hagop Keosababian lived in
Karakala,
and also in Vorontsovka, Dubovka and Cakmak [renamed:
Çalkavur].
The return address on some of Manya's letters had the family name
Dagala. During the Russian period, mail was not delivered to the
villages outside of Kars, so I always assumed Dagala was the name of
the
merchant or place where our family received their mail.
For over eight years, I had been trying to find the descendants of my
great Aunt Anna but to no avail. Telephone calls in America and
an Internet search all brought no results.
One day in desperation, I decided to write to the Dagala address and
ask if those living there remembered the Polunin family and possibly
knew where they went. I had the letter translated into Turkish and
finally last July, after waiting for a couple of months, mailed it. I
mailed it doubting that it would reach that address and even more
doubtful that I would receive an answer.
Meanwhile in August, I made a serious decision to go to Turkey with
Armen Aroyan's Historic Armenia Tour where Armenians, mainly from
America, visit the places where their parents and grandparents
lived before they came to America or perished during the massacres. I
have
for many years dreamed of visiting Kars and finding Karakala. After I
made the decision to go on this trip, to my great surprise, I received
a reply from the son of Tatsyana, the granddaughter of my great aunt
Anna who married a Molokan. He
informed me they were still living in the same
village (Voronstovka?), now called Incesu, and invited me to visit
them, and included
their phone number.
On September 7, I flew to Istanbul and joined the small group
of Armenians
from America. Very early the next morning we flew to Kars, via
Ankara. We arrived in Kars at 10:30 a.m. and called Tatsyana to tell
her
we were on our way. We then drove straight to Incesu, about 16
miles
northeast of Kars.
As we drove into the village of Incesu, there was a little old lady
just standing on the side of the road of which we paid no attention.
Suddenly, Jamal, our driver stopped the van. He had a "feeling" about
this lady with her long dress, sweater and scarf tied under her
chin
and backed up to talk to her. It was indeed Tatsyana.
We arrived at the house and walked across the street as a gaggle of
geese scurried away. The house was surrounded by a low brick wall
covered
with white plaster and
as we followed Tatsyana through the gate, we saw in the distance two
women
in long dresses and head scarves pitching
hay down to someone operating a threshing machine on the other side of
the hay stack. Soon, we
met Tatsyana's sons and two daughter-in-laws who were the women
pitching hay to the threshing machine when we arrived and were
now
serving us red Turkish tea in demitasse size glasses. Someone commented
that could have been me pitching
hay if my grandparents had not fled to America.
Tatsya is
78 years old, and converted to Islam in order to marry a Turkish man.
Now a
widow she has five children. Tatsya and her three sons still live in
the same village where her parents and
grandparents lived. Some
of her brothers and sisters live in Tibilisi, Moscow,
Ankara and the U.S. Her sister Katya, lives in Stavropol. In 95
years nothing
much seems to have changed in the village except for electricity and
television. Hay wagons are now pulled by tractors. It
was hard to comprehend that I was standing in the same village and
perhaps the
same house as my great grandparents and their family.
I learned that after Kars was turned over to Turkey by Russia, many
Armenians and
Russians Turkified their surnames. Manya's husband changed their
family name from Polunin to Dagala. The last of the Molokans left in
1962-1964.
After our visit, we began our search for Karakala. A couple of years
ago when I called my mother's 90-year-old cousin Myrtle to ask about
Karakala, she said it
didn't exist anymore. It had been filled in. I didn't believe
her. I
wanted to believe it still existed and that I would be able to visit it
someday.To condense this part of our adventure, I will confirm that,
yes indeed, cousin Myrtle was right. Karakala is filled in but we found
evidence on the land and confirmation by nearby villagers of its former
existence
as a military outpost and village.
The modern town of Kars is clean and bustling with activity.
There is a modern pedestrian walk with water fountains, shops and
outdoor cafés. There was a sunflower seed vender on
the sidewalk with his wagon, selling whole sunflower heads. Kars is
6000 feet high and air was clean and
crisp — no smog, no pollution. Unfortunately, we had only one hour to
walk around before traveling to Ani.
We checked out of our hotel and as we drove down one of the streets, we
passed the old section
which is where I really should have visited. Next time.
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