The Greeks are a loud and passionate bunch. I still smile when I think about the nights spent Greek dancing in the middle of downtown Columbus. Those are some of my happiest childhood memories. Sweating through our headpieces, we’d race inside for a piece of tiropita after each show. I performed for many years alongside my sisters, cousins and friends. They came for a bite of baklava, a shot of ouzo and to enjoy the traditional Greek dancing.

Greeks and non- Greeks alike arrived by the thousands. I couldn’t make it to my seat without a dozen greetings and a big hug and kiss from each Yiayia and Papou.Įvery Labor Day weekend we held our famous Columbus Greek Festival. My extended “Big Fat Greek” family is even larger.

As the oldest of six kids, I come from a large family. Most everyone I knew attended that church. The Annunciation Columbus Greek Orthodox Cathedral is where I found my faith and family.