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Today is Easter Sunday, arguably the most holy day of the year, as you know I'm Greek orthodox, so my Easter is actually next Sunday, but friends of mine invited myself and my girlfriend over for Easter dinner, we're leaving in about 15 minutes and will be gone for the day.

How about if we have ONE day where we don't do this "your party is worse than mine" dance on this forum; actually it's rather ironic as I'm a registered Independent, I don't want my name associated with either party truth be told as they both are dumpster fires.
have a good Easter dinner...we have some spanikopita in the oven right now...
 
have a good Easter dinner...we have some spanikopita in the oven right now...
Next week won't be the same without Mama Bear, but my Sister is doing her best to still make it a special day, life goes on, but it's never the same now is it.

My Mom loved Easter as did my Grandmother, I think it was my Grandmothers favorite holiday. I went one year to Easter Eve mass at the Greek Church with her and my parents, it was a marathon, started at 10:00pm, ended around 1:00am, my Grandmother powered through it like it was nothing, I was exhausted on Easter Sunday, God bless that little peanut of a woman.
 
Next week won't be the same without Mama Bear, but my Sister is doing her best to still make it a special day, life goes on, but it's never the same now is it.

My Mom loved Easter as did my Grandmother, I think it was my Grandmothers favorite holiday. I went one year to Easter Eve mass at the Greek Church with her and my parents, it was a marathon, started at 10:00pm, ended around 1:00am, my Grandmother powered through it like it was nothing, I was exhausted on Easter Sunday, God bless that little peanut of a woman.
Those Greek Easter marathons at the church…as a little kid…I hated them… We had to hold those candles…that would drip wax all over our hands and on the floor… one year I stood so long I got dizzy and actually passed out and crumbled to the ground… and I never won an egg battle either…I think they gave me defective eggs…
 
Those Greek Easter marathons at the church…as a little kid…I hated them… We had to hold those candles…that would drip wax all over our hands and on the floor… one year I stood so long I got dizzy and actually passed out and crumbled to the ground… and I never won an egg battle either…I think they gave me defective eggs…
I'm dying over here...........because it's so spot on and 100% true. My grandfather used to hold the egg in his massive mitt and all that was showing was a dime sized piece, no one stood a chance on breaking his egg..........one year my imbecile older cousin put his egg in the freezer, first time he got into an egg battle the shell shattered to pieces................;).
 
I'm dying over here...........because it's so spot on and 100% true. My grandfather used to hold the egg in his massive mitt and all that was showing was a dime sized piece, no one stood a chance on breaking his egg..........one year my imbecile older cousin put his egg in the freezer, first time he got into an egg battle the shell shattered to pieces................;).
even those 100 year old Greek women...that wore all black at church...and had a pretty good mustache...used to beat me on eggs...then they would pinch my cheek and say in broken English..."You a gooda boy."...those women scared me...

first time I ever met my Aunt Sylvia...cause she lived up north...was at my Dad's annual 4th of July BBQ...huge event...
every relative we had...Greek...German...Italian would come to it...

I was about 12...everybody was drinking and eating...and this big woman...built like a long shore man...dressed in an all black dress that went all the way to the ground...dead in the middle of the summer...at least 90+ degrees...with a pretty good looking mustache herself comes walking up the driveway...

I pointed at her and asked my Dad..."Who is that?"...or maybe I said..."What is that?"...lol...

"That's my baby sister."..................:oops:

Greek women...either they are very attractive...or not so attractive at all...

here's a pic of my great grandfather and grandmother...he was a bull I hear from Miller lore...
 

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I'm dying over here...........because it's so spot on and 100% true. My grandfather used to hold the egg in his massive mitt and all that was showing was a dime sized piece, no one stood a chance on breaking his egg..........one year my imbecile older cousin put his egg in the freezer, first time he got into an egg battle the shell shattered to pieces................;).
fond memories...

Greeks...good people...hard working group of Immigrants...
 
Congrats to the UCLA women, great victory and a little of putting folks in their place too. Emphatic win. I don't feel so bad the Lady Longhorns lost to them after watching the game today. They out bullied the Bully.
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fond memories...

Greeks...good people...hard working group of Immigrants...
We've got the market cornered on gas stations, pizza joints and dry cleaners...............;)...........my grandfather came here in the early 1900's without two nickels to rub together, he started a fruit and produce business, had one horse drawn cart and would go through West Roxbury street by street selling his wares. He bought blocks of stores and three family houses in West Roxbury, built himself quite a little empire, him and his brother..............then they had a falling out of a property and never spoke again.

Greeks have a heart of gold, but wow they can be super stubborn too.

My Mom used to say I reminded her of her Father; I don't know about that one, all I do is sell toy soldiers.............but you saw me in action at Chicago and Hackensack, no days off as they say.

I did my time at the shows, got to a point where I had no gas left in the tank, changed my whole business model during COVID and I've never looked back.

As I've told you, I'll do this until I drop, no off ramps for me.
 
even those 100 year old Greek women...that wore all black at church...and had a pretty good mustache...used to beat me on eggs...then they would pinch my cheek and say in broken English..."You a gooda boy."...those women scared me...

first time I ever met my Aunt Sylvia...cause she lived up north...was at my Dad's annual 4th of July BBQ...huge event...
every relative we had...Greek...German...Italian would come to it...

I was about 12...everybody was drinking and eating...and this big woman...built like a long shore man...dressed in an all black dress that went all the way to the ground...dead in the middle of the summer...at least 90+ degrees...with a pretty good looking mustache herself comes walking up the driveway...

I pointed at her and asked my Dad..."Who is that?"...or maybe I said..."What is that?"...lol...

"That's my baby sister."..................:oops:

Greek women...either they are very attractive...or not so attractive at all...

here's a pic of my great grandfather and grandmother...he was a bull I hear from Miller lore...
Great story, I'm dying over here..............because every word of it is true............I remember this lady from church used to try to fix me up with her daughter, the daughter still lived in Greece, one day at church she shows me and my Dad a picture of the daughter standing next to a donkey........my Mom on the way home in the car asks me if I'm interested in the woman's daughter, my Dad cracks "He'd be better off dating the donkey"............I was dying.........my Mom was all torqued off..........classic humor from my Pops.
 
Great story, I'm dying over here..............because every word of it is true............I remember this lady from church used to try to fix me up with her daughter, the daughter still lived in Greece, one day at church she shows me and my Dad a picture of the daughter standing next to a donkey........my Mom on the way home in the car asks me if I'm interested in the woman's daughter, my Dad cracks "He'd be better off dating the donkey"............I was dying.........my Mom was all torqued off..........classic humor from my Pops.
a donkey story...that's hilarious...I can hear it now..."George...marry a nice Greek girl"...
 
If I heard that once, I heard it 9,000 times; nope, not happening.
George...

my grandfather...I never met him...he died young...
but all my Greek aunts tell me their mother almost disowned my dad when he married a German...

my grandfather had a canned food truck business that he sold to local restaurants...
they had some money...not rich...but had some money...

the Stathokos...the Vasileiou's...the Pethriote's...the Athanasious kids...as I got older they all told me...
they would have gone hungry many nights if my grandparents had not fed them...

the Greeks stuck together in Galveston and spent money in their community...

my Dad especially...growing up...we would eat at Greek owned restaurants a lot...
the Golden Greek owned by Paul Santire...
the Seawall Cafe owned by the Kritikos family...
we always went to the Purity Ice Cream shop after dinner...owned by an old Greek and had ice cream for dessert...

my Dad believed in supporting the Greek community...
 
George...

my grandfather...I never met him...he died young...
but all my Greek aunts tell me their mother almost disowned my dad when he married a German...

my grandfather had a canned food truck business that he sold to local restaurants...
they had some money...not rich...but had some money...

the Stathokos...the Vasileiou's...the Pethriote's...the Athanasious kids...as I got older they all told me...
they would have gone hungry many nights if my grandparents had not fed them...

the Greeks stuck together in Galveston and spent money in their community...

my Dad especially...growing up...we would eat at Greek owned restaurants a lot...
the Golden Greek owned by Paul Santire...
the Seawall Cafe owned by the Kritikos family...
we always went to the Purity Ice Cream shop after dinner...owned by an old Greek and had ice cream for dessert...

my Dad believed in supporting the Greek community...
When I was in my late 20's, I was dating this Jewish girl, she was driving hard to the hoop about getting married...........talked to my Mom about it, she told me I needed to go with my girlfriend and talk to our priest at the church.....he told us "If you marry a Jewish girl, you're out from the Greek Church, either she converts to Greek Orthodox or you're out"...............I didn't say a word on the ride home........we broke up a few months later..........my Mom told me "Had you married that girl, your Grandmother/Yiya would have disowned you".............

Oh boy.
 
When I was in my late 20's, I was dating this Jewish girl, she was driving hard to the hoop about getting married...........talked to my Mom about it, she told me I needed to go with my girlfriend and talk to our priest at the church.....he told us "If you marry a Jewish girl, you're out from the Greek Church, either she converts to Greek Orthodox or you're out"...............I didn't say a word on the ride home........we broke up a few months later..........my Mom told me "Had you married that girl, your Grandmother/Yiya would have disowned you".............

Oh boy.
oooooh Lord...your Yaya would disown you...you would be the "black sheep"...might as well move to a leper colony...
 
We've got the market cornered on gas stations, pizza joints and dry cleaners...............;)...........my grandfather came here in the early 1900's without two nickels to rub together, he started a fruit and produce business, had one horse drawn cart and would go through West Roxbury street by street selling his wares. He bought blocks of stores and three family houses in West Roxbury, built himself quite a little empire, him and his brother..............then they had a falling out of a property and never spoke again.

Greeks have a heart of gold, but wow they can be super stubborn too.

My Mom used to say I reminded her of her Father; I don't know about that one, all I do is sell toy soldiers.............but you saw me in action at Chicago and Hackensack, no days off as they say.

I did my time at the shows, got to a point where I had no gas left in the tank, changed my whole business model during COVID and I've never looked back.

As I've told you, I'll do this until I drop, no off ramps for me.
had this guy...Vasilli Papavasaliou...worked for the church...stubborn as a mule...

if you didn't take his offer of some figs and grape leaves from his yard...you were excommunicated from his friend list forever...

I knew better...and those big fresh leaves made the best dolmathes...but those figs...I never liked them...even as a jelly for toast...not my thing...
 
oooooh Lord...your Yaya would disown you...you would be the "black sheep"...might as well move to a leper colony...
My grandmother murdered me, the most unintentionally funny human being you'd ever want to meet............one time, some nitwit crashed his motorcycle into the side of her house and landed in her rose bushes..........she opens the front door and yells at the guy "Hey you!! Get out of my rose bushes!"..........another time, myself, my sister, pops and momma bear were taking her to cape cod to visit our aunt and uncle who rented a cottage in the summer, we picked her up and headed to the cape............a mile up the road there was a traffic light with two cars in front of us, she says "Oh my God look at this traffic, we're never going to get there!!".....another time pops takes her to the eye doctor in his green station wagon.....he's sitting in the car waiting and waiting and waiting at the doctors...finally gets out and goes into the office "Is my Mother in Law still here?".....the receptionist tells him she left half an hour ago........pops panics, goes into the parking lot........sees her sitting in another green station wagon, what are the odds..............opens the door, she says "Hey, where have you been, I've been out here half an hour!!".............priceless.
 
My grandmother murdered me, the most unintentionally funny human being you'd ever want to meet............one time, some nitwit crashed his motorcycle into the side of her house and landed in her rose bushes..........she opens the front door and yells at the guy "Hey you!! Get out of my rose bushes!"..........another time, myself, my sister, pops and momma bear were taking her to cape cod to visit our aunt and uncle who rented a cottage in the summer, we picked her up and headed to the cape............a mile up the road there was a traffic light with two cars in front of us, she says "Oh my God look at this traffic, we're never going to get there!!".....another time pops takes her to the eye doctor in his green station wagon.....he's sitting in the car waiting and waiting and waiting at the doctors...finally gets out and goes into the office "Is my Mother in Law still here?".....the receptionist tells him she left half an hour ago........pops panics, goes into the parking lot........sees her sitting in another green station wagon, what are the odds..............opens the door, she says "Hey, where have you been, I've been out here half an hour!!".............priceless.
awww man....your family relatives sound as dysfunctional as mine...funny stories...

my sister graduated from SMU with Magna honors...and was awarded a world trip for those Southwest Conference students...stayed on an island off Greece...maybe Mikonos...can't remember...stayed with a host family...an old Greek couple...that I'm sure was reimbursed by the Southwest Conference...first morning there...my sister is brushing her teeth and leaving the sink water running while brushing...old Greek lady came in and turned the water off and reamed my sister out about wasting water...lol...gotta admire the old Greek lady and those people...it's not their custom to waste things...

George...

I know nobody else is interested in our Greek culture stories...
but thank you for taking the time to recollect a few of your funny stories to entertain me this morning... :) :) :)
 
awww man....your family relatives sound as dysfunctional as mine...funny stories...

my sister graduated from SMU with Magna honors...and was awarded a world trip for those Southwest Conference students...stayed on an island off Greece...maybe Mikonos...can't remember...stayed with a host family...an old Greek couple...that I'm sure was reimbursed by the Southwest Conference...first morning there...my sister is brushing her teeth and leaving the sink water running while brushing...old Greek lady came in and turned the water off and reamed my sister out about wasting water...lol...gotta admire the old Greek lady and those people...it's not their custom to waste things...

George...

I know nobody else is interested in our Greek culture stories...
but thank you for taking the time to recollect a few of your funny stories to entertain me this morning... :) :) :)
understood but you gotta admit, us Greeks have it going on...............;).
 
Michigan winning the NCAA men's basketball tournament; had them in my pool, I won the pot, 2 grand.

Now I can go fill up my jeep as gas just crept up over 4.00 a gallon here in MA.
 

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