In this section I would like to ask cousins to send me stories and information about your family's connections to Greci, Italy. You could send a story on a visit to Greci or stories about your family from Greci who came in the USA. I will add stories as I receive them. You can send pictures and I will include them with your stories.
Dick Vara had a section on his Greci Cugini Home Page that included information sent to him and I will add some of those stories here. The first story that I am including is a story written by Dick Vara titled:
Communicating withGrandpa Leonardo
Thoughts while sitting on the hillside above GrecL...
Thistle and dry grass. Rough bony dry rocky soil. Steep hillsides with paths and ridges where the cattle and sheep graze. They run level and slantwise up and down the side of the hill. There are sheep droppings and cow flaps scattered. Small pines blow and bend in the brisk north wind. I'm glad I have my windbreaker jacket on.
I commune with Grandpa Leonardo - all alone with him on the top of the hill - looking down to the village where he lived and where his father and fatherOs fathers lived for four hundred years before him. The red roofs and stone and stucco walls jumble tight against each other. I try to remember where his house was in the village... over there, to the far right just this side of the church that towers above all the other roofs....! hear churchbells ringing.
The road to the ancient farm where my ancestors worked is out of sight far down below me behind the trees and brush. Sheep graze down in the fields on the hillsides leading to the village. Cows too. I hear roosters crowing.
The view into the valley is magnificent. Clouds blow by just skimming the rooftops of the village. The high hills around me are barren and brown and ready for the next planting of winter wheat, but the fields below are still green pastures.
I see spots of sunlight glowing deep in the valley and watch as they magically come up to illuminate the village.....
It's a moment I etched in my memory...and hope never to forget...
ByDickVara Greci Novembers, 1992