I read a story about a young Greek maiden who was elegant and beautiful beyond belief, like Helen of Troy, and was admired by all that laid eyes upon her. People would comment how graceful, refined, and proud she was, yet she was humble and showed humility to the people of the town…
A few weeks ago I was traveling out of state for business and when it was time for dinner, I found a nice quaint Greek restaurant. It was middle priced with table cloths and had the Greek trappings – paintings of Greek islands, old bouzouki hanging on the wall, fake grapevines strewn around, and classic Greek music playing overhead.
It’s the New Year and everyone makes resolutions – I’ll start dieting, I’ll be a better person, I’ll sign up for Obamacare (I didn’t say it would be easy), etc. Here are my resolutions for 2014 for the Greeks around the world.
The end of the year is almost here and it’s time to list some of my favorite sayings or terms that were “coined” in the many blogs I wrote over the past year.
Here’s an interesting question poised to me the other day. If you were having a Christmas dinner, and you could invite seven people, living or deceased, who would you invite and why? Interesting.
In 1979, my cousin George and I flew to Greece for a two week trek. I was 20 and he was 17. On the airplane flight to Greece, as we were about to land in Athens, the stewardess (they were not called “flight attendants” back then) handed out declaration cards for the passengers to fill out and give to the customs agent when we landed.
We all read, studied, and learned about the 12 Greek Olympian Gods and the rest of their dysfunctional pantheon of miscreants, mischief-makers, and scoundrels. Now don’t look shocked. When we were young we read about Zeus, Hera, Apollo, Athena, and the rest of the gods and half-gods and the stories were nice.
From the 1960s through the 1980s, I had a friend once, contrary to popular belief, that came from a very “Greek” family. You know the type – they spoke Greek all the time, cooked Greek meals, Yiayia, who was dressed in black, lived with them, they went to Greece each summer, they went to church every Sunday…
You have seen thousands of them on Facebook, websites, and plain paper just being handed around. The “You Know You’re Greek When…” sayings. For example, you know you’re Greek when you have bottles of Ouzo and Metaxa in the house right now. Or, you know you’re Greek when you have a komboloi hanging from your rear-view mirror of your car.