News, The Island Where People Forget to Die. (house, live)

[JD59]

In 1943, a Greek war veteran named Stamatis Moraitis came to the United States for treatment of a combat-mangled arm. He’d survived a gunshot wound, escaped to Turkey and eventually talked his way onto the Queen Elizabeth, then serving as a troopship, to cross the Atlantic. Moraitis settled in Port Jefferson, N.Y., an enclave of countrymen from his native island, Ikaria. He quickly landed a job doing manual labor. Later, he moved to Boynton Beach, Fla. Along the way, Moraitis married a Greek-American woman, had three children and bought a three-bedroom house and a 1951 Chevrolet.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/28/ma...anted=all&_r=0

[HomeIsWhere...]

Originally Posted by John1960

In 1943, a Greek war veteran named Stamatis Moraitis came to the United States for treatment of a combat-mangled arm. He’d survived a gunshot wound, escaped to Turkey and eventually talked his way onto the Queen Elizabeth, then serving as a troopship, to cross the Atlantic. Moraitis settled in Port Jefferson, N.Y., an enclave of countrymen from his native island, Ikaria. He quickly landed a job doing manual labor. Later, he moved to Boynton Beach, Fla. Along the way, Moraitis married a Greek-American woman, had three children and bought a three-bedroom house and a 1951 Chevrolet.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/28/ma...anted=all&_r=0

the topic I absolutely knew it had to be an island of Greece. Not surprising at all, my MIL is nearing a century birthday and is as sharp as can be, still walks around with a Μπαστούνι and remembers everyone and everything.

God Bless the Greeks and their Mediterranean lifestyle!

[Tintlelli]

Wow I loved this article! Thanks for sharing! I wish I could include some of their lifestyle factors in mine, especially having a garden that provides all your fruits and vegetables. Ikarian life sounds similar to how my husband grew up, except he lived in the Sahara, not an island. His father is 81 and still in good health, even working his land and taking care of the livestock. His village definitely doesn't believe in "time" and as my husband says, you couldn't fart in your back yard without people knowing about it (his way of saying that everyone knows each others' business whether you want them to know or not).