John Naggas was my grandpa. He grew up on the beautiful island of Zakynthos in Greece. He left when he was about sixteen. If I remember right he had a few siblings die from yellow fever and it was hard on him to see his mother so sad. He went to a cousin in Patras, Greece who helped him book a voyage to the United States. When I was a little girl, I used to tell people that he was a stow-away. It sounded much more exciting that way! He arrived at Ellis Island on May 20, 1912. He married my grandmother, Effie Ann Woodson, in October of 1928. They lived in Monrovia, California, and had one child, my mother Dolores. He was a green grocer, which meant he had a little truck that he would take through neighborhoods and sell produce. He died when I was about 13 years old from emphysema. Here are some pictures of him and also a painting that my father painted of him with his produce truck.