Rita Wilson (Margarita Ibrahimova)

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  • George S.
    Senior Member
    • Aug 2009
    • 10116

    #16
    it seems to be a set of rights for them ,they can't do wrong no matter what they do & aset of no rights to exist on the macedonians.We have no say they have preemted that we are not whom we are.Reduce to a slav person no gratis.We are not really people maybe aliens from another woreld would do better.Recgnition as people we don't exist.They say only their brand of m,acedonian is the real macedonian..
    "Ido not want an uprising of people that would leave me at the first failure, I want revolution with citizens able to bear all the temptations to a prolonged struggle, what, because of the fierce political conditions, will be our guide or cattle to the slaughterhouse"
    GOTSE DELCEV

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    • SirGeorge8600
      Member
      • Jun 2011
      • 117

      #17
      I don't know what's scarier, the fact that she is Balkanic, or the fact that she might be your average Balkanic. If you read the wikipedia article it's clear her family is a mix of Albanian, Greek, Turkish, Bulgarian, and possibly Macedonian. If we were to do intensive research amongst our own bloodlines, might we end up in the same boat? I think philosophers are right when they say that culture should be purely qualitative.

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      • Risto the Great
        Senior Member
        • Sep 2008
        • 15658

        #18
        Interesting. Just watching a "Who do we think we are" episode. Rita is researching her history.

        She visited the Greek village her father came from. The family members she met weren't speaking Greek in any shape or form. The narrator kept speaking over the villagers who were speaking. I suspect it was predominantly Turkish. Precisely Pomak in my opinion.

        Her father's name was "Hassan Halilov Ibrahimov". The Ibrahimov surname seems to have come about later in his life. His immigration documents into Bulgaria made no mention of "Ibrahimov". But his discharge documents from the Bulgarian army noted the "Ibrahimov" name.

        He seems to have been part of the population exchange in the 1920's.

        His half brother "Ferhat" was interviewed. He lives in Smoljan Bulgaria. He spoke an extremely understandable Macedonian dialect. It didn't have the choppy sound of Bulgarian.

        I'm positive Rita wouldn't be talking of her Greek heritage quite as much anymore.
        Risto the Great
        MACEDONIA:ANHEDONIA
        "Holding my breath for the revolution."

        Hey, I wrote a bestseller. Check it out: www.ren-shen.com

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        • TrueMacedonian
          Senior Member
          • Jan 2009
          • 3810

          #19
          There's another supposed ethnic "Greek" on that list that Daskalot posted on page 1 of this topic, Jamie Lynn-Sigler whose father was a sephardic Jew and whose mother was Cuban lol. This list seems sadly desperate for the gyros.
          Slayer Of The Modern "greek" Myth!!!

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          • United MKD
            Member
            • Jul 2011
            • 547

            #20
            Originally posted by TrueMacedonian View Post
            There's another supposed ethnic "Greek" on that list that Daskalot posted on page 1 of this topic, Jamie Lynn-Sigler whose father was a sephardic Jew and whose mother was Cuban lol. This list seems sadly desperate for the gyros.
            There is no way Meadow Soprano is Greek.

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            • makedonche
              Senior Member
              • Oct 2008
              • 3242

              #21
              Originally posted by United MKD View Post
              There is no way Meadow Soprano is Greek.
              United MKD
              Haven't you learnt yet?.....everything is Greek....until you can prove otherwise!
              On Delchev's sarcophagus you can read the following inscription: "We swear the future generations to bury these sacred bones in the capital of Independent Macedonia. August 1923 Illinden"

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              • George S.
                Senior Member
                • Aug 2009
                • 10116

                #22
                the shoot first ask later policy.
                "Ido not want an uprising of people that would leave me at the first failure, I want revolution with citizens able to bear all the temptations to a prolonged struggle, what, because of the fierce political conditions, will be our guide or cattle to the slaughterhouse"
                GOTSE DELCEV

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                • Sweet Sixteen
                  Banned
                  • Jan 2014
                  • 203

                  #23
                  Rita Wilson

                  By Rita Wilson

                  It's a sunny, Sunday California morning. My husband is driving my mother, father, and two of our four children to church. This is the same church where I was baptized with my brother (two for the price of one!), where my sister was married and I was her maid of honor, and where my husband and I were married 20 years ago and both our youngest children were christened in the same baptismal font where, lo those many years ago, my brother's and my cries were applauded and celebrated.

                  Driving on the freeway, my mother, who is vibrantly curious after 86 years of life and 56 years of marriage, tells us about something she heard on the radio. She had been pondering this question, thanks to the airwaves: If you knew at 25 what you know today about your spouse, would you still marry the same person?

                  Since it is already a beautiful day, my husband and I add to its beauty by responding instantly, that, yes, we would marry each other knowing what we know now. My father, although not usually available to this sort of discussion, generously engages and answers that, yes, he would marry my mother all over again. My mother, always interested in good discussion, responds delightfully in her thick Greek accent as if she knows the question to the "Double Jeopardy" answer: "Not me!"

                  Now, please understand that my parents are Greek and Bulgarian. The idea that this is a subject that one would only discuss after five years of therapy never enters anyone's mind. (When you are Mediterranean, you just speak now, argue later...or maybe you eat now, argue later.) Certainly, these two people, who are sitting with their arms brushing against each other, are not about to announce they are splitting up. I'm pretty sure that after nearly six decades, three children, and six grandchildren, they have the marriage thing down. But I have no idea where my mom is going with this.

                  Before we go anywhere, though, let's start at the beginning. In 1946 my Bulgarian dad "jumped ship" in Philadelphia, making his way to New York City, eagerly learning English while working at the St. Regis Hotel. My Greek mother had escaped from her ethnically Greek but geographically Albanian village during the war, arriving in New York via Athens with her mother, sister, and two brothers.

                  My parents met in 1950 in New York City at a Greek-Bulgarian dance.
                  My dad eyed my mom across a crowded room and asked her to dance. He wooed her briefly and then asked her to marry him. My mother, still new to the United States, thought maybe she should wait a bit before she got married—sow some oats, or sew some coats, really, because that was her job at a factory. After a few dates, and no acceptance of my dad's proposal, they amicably parted ways.

                  A year later, they met again. A friend of my mother's saw my handsome dad across the dance floor and declared, "If you don't want him, I do. He's nice." There is nothing like someone else's recognition of a good catch to wake you up. My mom, now another year older, realized that she missed my dad, and that she'd only sewn coats, and had sown no oats. So she pushed her friend aside like some desperate contestant on Dancing with the Stars and box-stepped the night away.

                  My parents didn't have a sweep-you-off-your-feet sort of romance. They were both too practical for that. But they loved each other and saw the goodness each possessed. Soon they found themselves planning their wedding, their lives, and their future. About three weeks before the wedding, my dad had some concerns. He worried he might not be able to live up to my mom's expectations. My dad and she spent a few days apart and then talked about their expectations, which weren't major. My mom asked him to be baptized Greek Orthodox. No problem. My mom knew Dad wasn't the most romantic person in the world. Fine. Once they realized that they did want the same thing, they had a double wedding with my mom's brother and his wife on June 10, 1951.

                  After a few years in New York City, they got a call from my mom's sister and her husband, who'd moved to Los Angeles. So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly...I mean, Hollywood. Swimming pools, movie stars, and the beginnings of a family. My mom was pregnant with my sister soon after arriving. Three and a half years after that, I was born (so I could spill the beans on my parents in a national magazine), and then, two years later, my brother.

                  On the weekends, my dad would pile us all into the Batmobile, a 1950-something black Plymouth convertible with a push-button transmission, which resembled Bruce Wayne's very car, and take us to Griffith Park, in the shade of the Griffith Observatory, for his weekly volleyball game. My mom would wrangle us to fill jugs of water from a spout emerging from a stone wall that was supposedly "spring" water. Hey, in Greece water came out of a spring, why not in Hollywood? At home after the game, my dad would barbecue, Greek-style (no Southern barbecue sauce for us, only oregano, garlic, and lemon), and as the sun set, we kids would watch TV as my parents cleaned up.

                  I never remember my parents complaining. I never heard either of them say they were tired, or bored, or mad. I remember my dad saying, "God bless America" practically every day of my life. I remember my dad and his brother building an addition to our house one summer while we decamped to Oceanside to be near the beach and away from the dusty construction. I remember my mom sewing our bedspreads, curtains, and clothes and cooking Greek food but also making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in an attempt to assimilate. I remember my parents laughing together.

                  Not only did my parents laugh, they cracked us up, too. Get this: My mom would do impersonations of all the kids in the neighborhood. You haven't lived until you've heard a Greek immigrant lady say "bitchin'." My dad had his own special talents, as well. On one outing to the zoo, as we came upon the hyena cage, my dad started howling like a wolf and made the hyenas howl back at him. We could not believe that there, in the middle of Los Angeles, my dad was making hyenas talk to him. So, my mom could impersonate kids and my dad could impersonate animals. Go figure. We were like a Disney movie with an accent.

                  And now I'm here in the car on a Sunday, thinking, "Who knew? My mom not only impersonates teens but can also pretend she has been happy all these years. Because now she is saying maybe she made a mistake?" I remember something else she recently said about relationships. She announced, in her imitable Greek accent: "You know how they say, 'Opposites attract'? Well, later on, opposites attack!" I'm about to find out either that after 56 years of marriage my mom has been the Best Actress Ever or that the "opposition" has been attacking for some time unbeknownst to me. I tell my husband to make a left, not follow the car in front too closely (not that I'm bossy), and ask my mom what exactly she means.

                  She says, "Don't get me wrong. I love your dad. I always have. We created a beautiful life together and I wouldn't change a thing, but now I know that I like to talk. When I was younger, I didn't know how much I needed that. Back then, people married for life. I didn't really think about things like 'Will he watch The Ed Sullivan Show with me?' We both just wanted to have a good life and healthy kids. Do I wish we had long, soulful talks? Sure. If I had known then that I needed that, I may have chosen a different kind of person, but I also knew he was a very good man."

                  My parents didn't demand from each other what we seem to demand today from our relationships. My dad loved sports but didn't insist she be on the golf course handing him his driver. Instead, he taught my sister and brother to play. My mom didn't complain about his lack of conversation; she found other outlets. She had us kids, her friends, and her extended family.

                  My parents knew it was all right if not every single one of their needs were being met by the other, because commitment to the life they shared and created was a bigger reward than anything else. So what if my dad wasn't clued in on the latest gossip? Or that my mom was perfectly okay never learning to ride a bike or swim? (A side note: I venture to say that my mom never exercised because she had to escape from her village during the war by hiking—at night, by herself—over some seriously steep mountains. I think she just thought, "That's pretty much it for exercise for the rest of my life.")

                  As we pull up to church, my parents are laughing and humorously harassing each other. My dad is helping my mom out of the car. The boys are helping my dad help my mom. I let my parents walk ahead, and, as Dad guides Mom toward the church, ask myself, "Would I ever want two other people as my parents?" The answer is immediate: "Not me!"

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                  • George S.
                    Senior Member
                    • Aug 2009
                    • 10116

                    #24
                    amazing story.
                    "Ido not want an uprising of people that would leave me at the first failure, I want revolution with citizens able to bear all the temptations to a prolonged struggle, what, because of the fierce political conditions, will be our guide or cattle to the slaughterhouse"
                    GOTSE DELCEV

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                    • Risto the Great
                      Senior Member
                      • Sep 2008
                      • 15658

                      #25
                      Originally posted by Risto the Great View Post
                      Interesting. Just watching a "Who do we think we are" episode. Rita is researching her history.

                      She visited the Greek village her father came from. The family members she met weren't speaking Greek in any shape or form. The narrator kept speaking over the villagers who were speaking. I suspect it was predominantly Turkish. Precisely Pomak in my opinion.

                      Her father's name was "Hassan Halilov Ibrahimov". The Ibrahimov surname seems to have come about later in his life. His immigration documents into Bulgaria made no mention of "Ibrahimov". But his discharge documents from the Bulgarian army noted the "Ibrahimov" name.

                      He seems to have been part of the population exchange in the 1920's.

                      His half brother "Ferhat" was interviewed. He lives in Smoljan Bulgaria. He spoke an extremely understandable Macedonian dialect. It didn't have the choppy sound of Bulgarian.

                      I'm positive Rita wouldn't be talking of her Greek heritage quite as much anymore.
                      Thanks for the feel good story S16. Just watch the documentary above and tell me he is Bulgarian.
                      Risto the Great
                      MACEDONIA:ANHEDONIA
                      "Holding my breath for the revolution."

                      Hey, I wrote a bestseller. Check it out: www.ren-shen.com

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                      • Macedonian_Nationalist
                        Member
                        • Jul 2012
                        • 407

                        #26
                        Lol so the greek mother got the Bulgarian to get baptised in a greek church ? Did she have a dick too ?

                        Just goes to show how sick greek people are

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                        • Sweet Sixteen
                          Banned
                          • Jan 2014
                          • 203

                          #27
                          Originally posted by Risto the Great View Post
                          Thanks for the feel good story S16. Just watch the documentary above and tell me he is Bulgarian.
                          I don't get you. Isn't he?

                          Originally posted by Macedonian_Nationalist View Post
                          Lol so the greek mother got the Bulgarian to get baptised in a greek church ? Did she have a dick too ?

                          Just goes to show how sick greek people are
                          Not really sick, rather normal. In all interfaith marriages, they either have a non-religious wedding, or one of them converts. Wilson's father was a Muslim.

                          The same thing happened to Tom Hanks who converted to Orthodoxy in order to marry Rita Wilson. Hanks was very interested in Christianity since his early age, and as he grew up with several different families and under various influences he had already changed his dogma two or three times!!

                          Rita's parents




                          Rita's wedding

                          Last edited by Sweet Sixteen; 03-07-2014, 06:25 AM.

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                          • George S.
                            Senior Member
                            • Aug 2009
                            • 10116

                            #28
                            yeah it begs the question is one orthodoxy better than another.Not really its a matter of convenience.In a male dominated world its the woman that must accommodate the man not the other way round.
                            "Ido not want an uprising of people that would leave me at the first failure, I want revolution with citizens able to bear all the temptations to a prolonged struggle, what, because of the fierce political conditions, will be our guide or cattle to the slaughterhouse"
                            GOTSE DELCEV

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                            • Sweet Sixteen
                              Banned
                              • Jan 2014
                              • 203

                              #29
                              Originally posted by George S. View Post
                              yeah it begs the question is one orthodoxy better than another.Not really its a matter of convenience.In a male dominated world its the woman that must accommodate the man not the other way round.
                              Actually, there's only one Orthodoxy.

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                              • Macedonian_Nationalist
                                Member
                                • Jul 2012
                                • 407

                                #30
                                Originally posted by Sweet Sixteen View Post
                                I don't get you. Isn't he?



                                Not really sick, rather normal. In all interfaith marriages, they either have a non-religious wedding, or one of them converts. Wilson's father was a Muslim.

                                The same thing happened to Tom Hanks who converted to Orthodoxy in order to marry Rita Wilson. Hanks was very interested in Christianity since his early age, and as he grew up with several different families and under various influences he had already changed his dogma two or three times!!

                                Rita's parents




                                Rita's wedding

                                I don't know whether you're male or female, but if you were male would you convert to Muslim if you were marrying a Muslim female?

                                It's the same thing and Greeks are sick in the head. 'Everything we are is better' mindset

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