My grandmother was born in a time without electricity in her home. Their men were at war with the Turkish from 1919 to 1922, and would share her life accounts as a child. The ravages of turmoil during such a time were later complicated by Italian invasions, and Hitler. After ww2, and a Greek civil war which followed, she sold some of her land. This paid for her children one by one, to come to the U.S. with dreams for a better life. Her sister was their sponsor in NYC. Lastly she came, and did live with us for many years. She was the most God thanking, God loving, and bible reading woman I ever knew. She prayed, fasted, and was truly a child/woman of God. Might I remember her faith as an inspiration.