My Family’s History
To begin the journey into my family’s history, I decided to call my grandfather (or as I call him, “papou”,) to talk to him about how he came to America. His former name, Stelious Kitsos, had been changed in 1951 at Ellis Island when he became what I know him as, Stanley Ketsios. He grew up in a small village in the Peloponnese region of Greece. At sixteen years old, his town was being occupied by Guerillas, so he was separated from his mother and he and his sister were placed on a plane to America, starting their new lives as orphans. He was taken in by his uncle who lived in Chicago, and he hasn’t left the city since. Being a young immigrant in America, there were struggles. He barely knew English, had almost no money and little education. My grandfather told me that when he started school in America, at sixteen years old, they placed him in the second grade because of how far behind he was. Since then, my grandfather has come far and, despite being born in Greece, he now consi