He was not like Greek fathers. He didn't tell us to get married. My father thought it was very important that we travel, learn languages, be educated.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
At times of distress, we all like to recall the advice of fathers and mothers. The best advice my father gave me was to keep faith and deep confidence in the potential of the Greek people; nurture the belief that they can do things.
It's probably worth noting that although I'm ethnically Greek, my grandfather was actually born in Turkey and came through Greece on his way to the United States.
I think my father couldn't wait to get home to his wife, but I don't know if he was so keen on us children.
My wife is Greek. I was a non-denomination Christian before we got married.
We were discussing civilization and the fact that young men among the Greeks at that time were idiots and uneducated, so the men had emotional and friendly relationships with members of their own sex.
Even if he was happier in Asia than he'd been in Latin America, the wanderlust still worked on my father's insides like a disease. One of the most recurrent memories of my childhood is of him sitting in his armchair in the evenings, poring over atlases the way other fathers read newspapers or books.
My mother, Dorothy Watson, had met my father in a Greek class at Northwestern University.
I didn't know my father very well; I only met him a few times.
My father was very big on marriage.
I had to marry a Greek; I had to stir up the ethnic pot. Otherwise, my children would have been anemic and sickly. Now they've got some good Mediterranean blood in them.