This weekend is the annual Greek Food Festival, sponsored by our local Greek Orthodox Church, and for the first time I'M GOING!!! Mom, who is Greek, and Dad never let me go because to participate would be giving money to Bad Old Babylon the Great, and I followed that stupid rule after I got married too. Well, no more -- we're going to the Food Festival!
My grandfather was a Greek Orthodox priest, and here are a couple of photographs of him after performing two baptisms.
As you look at the open gate, my mom is the little girl with the bow in her hair. Uncle Spero is the blur on her left, Uncle George is the little guy, Uncle Paul is next to him, and my grandmother is behind them. My grandfather is on Uncle Spero's (the blur) left, looking appropriately serious.
This one shows Grandfather in full traditional Greek priest outfit:
Way in the back in the right of the picture, there's a young man holding onto a pole -- that's Uncle George. Uncle Paul is next to him. Mom and Uncle Spero managed to ditch the proceedings that time (they hated the rituals).
Cool, huh? Jennie used these pictures as part of her school project to do a travel brochure on another country. She's proud of her 1/8 Greekness, and I do see a lot of Mom in her. SOMETIMES it's cute.
Nina