She only speaks a few words of her in-laws’ language, but she knows how to find the right thing to say. — The author’s son, Ayden / photos by Justine Ickes Each August, a filbert frenzy seizes Beşikdüzü, my Turkish husband’s hometown in the footfills of the Kaçkar Mountains. Men, women, and children scour the sprawling groves, shaking the 10-foot trees, and rooting in the moist sod for fallen nuts.