761 Aubert Avenue
My Greek American Sanctuary

As I reflect upon the years of my childhood, questions flood my mind.
Why do I feel I have to express my childhood on paper? Is this a story that has to be told, a way of life, unique, in bringing the best virtues of family and ethnic community into existence?
What were the circumstances that molded my character? The unspoken feeling of unity, the members of the family, sharing an unspoken goal, the solidarity of the family.
Who were the people who shaped my life? Parents who came as visitors to the United States, but were forced to remain in this country by political circumstances that erupted thousands of miles away? Parents who raised a family under good and difficult times, a family life strengthened by love, unity, traditions and customs. An ethnic community that fostered understanding, self-esteem, compassion.
Where did the ethnic environment exist? Was it on Aubert Avenue, surrounded by Greek American children who lived on the same street, playing with them, going to American and Greek school, other activities with them?
How could an ethnic community have a positive influence on my life? Could these associations have contributed to my self-confidence, knowing that I was surrounded by children who were like me, second generation Greek-American, protected from prejudice by those who were against foreigners, that besides family life there was a community where I was liked, wanted, secure, not agitated?
Why are these memories embedded in my mind, happy, nostalgic memories, a part of my collective self?
As I look back upon the years of my childhood, I feel I was very fortunate to be blessed with wonderful parents, people of good character and virtuous qualities they possessed and passed on to me, molded my life; the work ethic they possessed, their religious beliefs, that helped mold the life of my siblings and myself. They worked hard and strenuously to achieve an average way of life, but they surpassed it by their achievement, not only did they survive but they prospered.
Hopefully I have been able to pass on this quality of my life to my children, and on their part, to their children.
I also feel fortunate and blessed to have grown up in an ethnic community which gave me self-confidence, security, and many happy memories. In the friendships I made during those years, there was a bonding and understanding taking place, unconsciously, giving me aplace in the world. I am proud of the Greek American friends who helped shape my character.

© 2003 by Jennie Constantinides Vlanton

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