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Paul Kazarosian Raised His `Bar' Another Level
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By Tom Vartabedian - on February 20, 2010
HAVERHILL, Mass. - Paul Kazarosian was a man of many words.
As a venerable attorney in the city of Haverhill, he could defend any
cause with a voracious appetite for justice, stand toe-to-toe with any
opposing justice, and bring homage where it was due.
The same could be said away from the courtroom where Mr. Kazarosian
was a born storyteller, whether it was politics, sports, current
events or his beloved Armenian identity.
In short, the man was never at a loss to give his language and mind a
workout, especially when he gathered with his cohorts at the Monday
Evening Club where conversation became a work of art.
His death on Feb. 5 closed the book on a prominent career which
included 53 years with the Massachusetts Bar, not to mention an
honorable military stint with the Army in World War II, a wealth of
family successes and a host of community activities that bore civic
pride. He was 86.
Paul Kazarosian was a Renaissance man whose outlook on life was seen
through rose-colored glasses and a sunny disposition. His honesty and
integrity amplified his humanitarian pursuits, governed by education
and human kindness.
He was always willing to share his genius - the genius of friendship.
His last five years were spent at the Hannah Duston Nursing Home,
overcome with Alzheimer's. The disease may have ravaged his mind, but
not his spirit. You could hear him sing his Armenian folk songs in the
corridors and inside his room, greeting one and all with a pleasant
disposition.
Mr. Kazarosian was a student of Armenian history. As much as he knew,
there was capacity for more and he never hesitated in imparting his
knowledge, whether it was at one of the firm's popular Christmas
parties or more formal occasions.
The Monday Evening Club turned into a Kazarosian soapbox - a social
gathering of conversationalists who met in homes and talked the night
blue. An avid historian, he never hesitated to convey his political
opinions and relished the debate.
To gain the edge, you had to catch him on an `off' night. Even then,
he would take the mandatory count standing up.
As the son of Armenian Genocide survivors, Mr. Kazarosian fashioned a
self-made career out of persistence. With a father who worked as a
barber in the city and a mother who toiled the shoe shops, he put
himself through Harvard at a time when education was at a premium,
then the Sorbonne in Paris where he drove a cab to pass himself off as
a Frenchman and earn a few extra francs.
Had you been at his wake, you would have heard a litany of testaments
from family and friends alike. Daughter Marsha, also a successful
attorney, recalled how her dad influenced her career.
`He was my dad, my boss and my mentor,' she confirmed. `If he were
here this evening, he would have been serving wine or pilaf. He was a
consummate host at every gathering. And yet he was humble. My father's
favorite briefcase was a Demoulas shopping bag.'
A grandson's praise came from Marc Moccia who revealed how his
grandfather worked on a farm and a shoe factory before starting law.
`He was always teaching me something, whether it was some practical
lessons in life or the names of every United States President,' Moccia
brought out. `He once told me that old lawyers never die - they just
lose their appeal.'
Retired Haverhill District Court Judge Kevin Herlihy said he never
knew a better lawyer than Mr. Kazarosian, calling him a specialist in
his field.
`He never forgot his roots,' added Herlihy. `Paul was the perfect
blend of a small town and a big city attorney. He represented his
profession and city with extreme loyalty.'
After losing his dad in World War II, John Nazaretian recalled how Mr.
Kazarosian served as a surrogate father to him.
`He taught me discipline and set an example of loyalty,' said the
former Haverhill Gazette reporter. `Paul was the best friend I ever
had - a brilliant mind that never stopped working. He made me learn the
capitals of every state.'
It did Mr. Kazarosian proud to see his daughter materialized into one
of the more astute lawyers in the state and watch a third generation
unfold in the practice. He shared the gratitude with his wife
Margaret, a consummate educator and music instructor in Haverhill
schools.
The two were married 61 years and made their home by Plug Pond where
they would welcome wildlife and garden to their heart's content.
`When my husband first started, he had an ingenious way of making
himself seem in great demand,' said his wife. `Paul may have had only
one or two clients a week. He would schedule his clients at about the
same time so that one of them could be waiting while the other
arrived. After awhile, he built a very lucrative and well-respected
firm.'
Another daughter Paula Steele, is a biopharmaceutical consultant in
Maine and recently climbed Mount Kilimanjaro for a charitable cause.
Son Mark is an economics professor at Stonehill College. Six
productive grandsons gave him endless bragging rights.
May he rest in peace.
http://www.armenianweekly.com/2010/02/20/pa ul-kazarosian-raised-his-%e2%80%98bar%e2%80%99-ano ther-level/
By Tom Vartabedian - on February 20, 2010
HAVERHILL, Mass. - Paul Kazarosian was a man of many words.
As a venerable attorney in the city of Haverhill, he could defend any
cause with a voracious appetite for justice, stand toe-to-toe with any
opposing justice, and bring homage where it was due.
The same could be said away from the courtroom where Mr. Kazarosian
was a born storyteller, whether it was politics, sports, current
events or his beloved Armenian identity.
In short, the man was never at a loss to give his language and mind a
workout, especially when he gathered with his cohorts at the Monday
Evening Club where conversation became a work of art.
His death on Feb. 5 closed the book on a prominent career which
included 53 years with the Massachusetts Bar, not to mention an
honorable military stint with the Army in World War II, a wealth of
family successes and a host of community activities that bore civic
pride. He was 86.
Paul Kazarosian was a Renaissance man whose outlook on life was seen
through rose-colored glasses and a sunny disposition. His honesty and
integrity amplified his humanitarian pursuits, governed by education
and human kindness.
He was always willing to share his genius - the genius of friendship.
His last five years were spent at the Hannah Duston Nursing Home,
overcome with Alzheimer's. The disease may have ravaged his mind, but
not his spirit. You could hear him sing his Armenian folk songs in the
corridors and inside his room, greeting one and all with a pleasant
disposition.
Mr. Kazarosian was a student of Armenian history. As much as he knew,
there was capacity for more and he never hesitated in imparting his
knowledge, whether it was at one of the firm's popular Christmas
parties or more formal occasions.
The Monday Evening Club turned into a Kazarosian soapbox - a social
gathering of conversationalists who met in homes and talked the night
blue. An avid historian, he never hesitated to convey his political
opinions and relished the debate.
To gain the edge, you had to catch him on an `off' night. Even then,
he would take the mandatory count standing up.
As the son of Armenian Genocide survivors, Mr. Kazarosian fashioned a
self-made career out of persistence. With a father who worked as a
barber in the city and a mother who toiled the shoe shops, he put
himself through Harvard at a time when education was at a premium,
then the Sorbonne in Paris where he drove a cab to pass himself off as
a Frenchman and earn a few extra francs.
Had you been at his wake, you would have heard a litany of testaments
from family and friends alike. Daughter Marsha, also a successful
attorney, recalled how her dad influenced her career.
`He was my dad, my boss and my mentor,' she confirmed. `If he were
here this evening, he would have been serving wine or pilaf. He was a
consummate host at every gathering. And yet he was humble. My father's
favorite briefcase was a Demoulas shopping bag.'
A grandson's praise came from Marc Moccia who revealed how his
grandfather worked on a farm and a shoe factory before starting law.
`He was always teaching me something, whether it was some practical
lessons in life or the names of every United States President,' Moccia
brought out. `He once told me that old lawyers never die - they just
lose their appeal.'
Retired Haverhill District Court Judge Kevin Herlihy said he never
knew a better lawyer than Mr. Kazarosian, calling him a specialist in
his field.
`He never forgot his roots,' added Herlihy. `Paul was the perfect
blend of a small town and a big city attorney. He represented his
profession and city with extreme loyalty.'
After losing his dad in World War II, John Nazaretian recalled how Mr.
Kazarosian served as a surrogate father to him.
`He taught me discipline and set an example of loyalty,' said the
former Haverhill Gazette reporter. `Paul was the best friend I ever
had - a brilliant mind that never stopped working. He made me learn the
capitals of every state.'
It did Mr. Kazarosian proud to see his daughter materialized into one
of the more astute lawyers in the state and watch a third generation
unfold in the practice. He shared the gratitude with his wife
Margaret, a consummate educator and music instructor in Haverhill
schools.
The two were married 61 years and made their home by Plug Pond where
they would welcome wildlife and garden to their heart's content.
`When my husband first started, he had an ingenious way of making
himself seem in great demand,' said his wife. `Paul may have had only
one or two clients a week. He would schedule his clients at about the
same time so that one of them could be waiting while the other
arrived. After awhile, he built a very lucrative and well-respected
firm.'
Another daughter Paula Steele, is a biopharmaceutical consultant in
Maine and recently climbed Mount Kilimanjaro for a charitable cause.
Son Mark is an economics professor at Stonehill College. Six
productive grandsons gave him endless bragging rights.
May he rest in peace.