They're all standing in the garden that uncle Kostas lovingly planted and tended each summer. One of the funniest stories I remember is when, while playing cards one night, I heard a soft screeching noise coming from the darkness in the garden. My mother-in-law explained that it was the cucumbers growing. I laughed. She insisted. I found a flashlight and headed down the steps to get closer. OMG--it was true! We had always joked about uncle Kostas's mutant cucumbers, since they always grew so large. Now, I can also say, I 'heard' them grow!
We also enjoy going out to our favorite restaurants for dinner, including George's Steak House in Glyfada. I can't remember a summer when we didn't meet any number of relatives here to enjoy the mouthwatering beftekia (kind of like larger, oval shaped meatballs!) that bring us back time after time!
Some of my husband's fondest memories of his uncle Aristeides are during summers spent in Greece as a teenager. I have heard countless times, tales about trips to the beach with his cousin and uncle. For me, Uncle Aristeides's deep voice was fun to listen to, as I struggled with learning Greek. Both he and uncle Kostas were always so patient with me as I paused to find the right word sometimes.
Uncles Kostas and Aristeides, you are remembered with great love and admiration. You were strong, caring, funny men, who I enjoyed spending time with (and sharing wine!) I miss you both.
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