Story Archive
A collection of Panoussi family letters, stories, and cherished memories.
My dearest Maria, the journey was long but I have finally arrived. New York is a city of wonders, unlike anything I have ever seen before. The buildings here scrape the very heavens...
I remember my father telling me how he planted the first vines. It was a hot summer in 1948, and the land was dry and unforgiving. He worked from dawn till dusk, his hands raw...
As I look at my grandchildren playing in the same yard I once did, I am reminded that family is not just about blood, but about the stories that bind us together through time...
Visiting the village my grandparents came from was a profound experience. Walking the same cobblestone streets, seeing the ancient olive trees... I felt a connection to my roots that I never expected.