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I have so many misty eyed memories of Easter. Back in the 50s my Uncle Charlie, of eternal memory, would cook a whole lamb outside. The men would gather as early as possible after the Resurrection Service in the evening and subsequent late meal, to celebrate, and turn the lamb by hand over a...

My father was born in the US. When he was 5 y/o his family moved back to Greece. He went back to the US just before WW2 and, of course, he was drafted. He spent 4 years in the S Pacific as a combat veteran. He was wounded twice. Initially, upon his return, he could not speak English and so he...