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Peter Stathoulis Speech Archives

This collection on http://www.archive.org houses the speeches of Peter Stathoulis, my late father, a prominent member…

“Gia sou Vasili. Ela. Ti nea? Ti na sou keraso?” Keza always greeted me almost like…

There is a photograph that was stored on my father’s small Olympus camera. He was in…

One year when my brother and I were teenagers my father sent us to Greece in…

I have walked from Tripolis to Kakouri. One third of the distance might include the outskirts…

My father would always say we should count our blessings. We always had to go to…

No 45 in Kakouri lies on the southwest comer of the intersection of a small tar…

My father always drew a distinction between a house and a home. The former was a…

The smell of stifado alone warmed me up that winter evening. The onions that were stewing…

Alberton in the seventies was already blown wide open when one of the Greek community’s sons…