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Show BREAKING GROUND 1 My grandfather came to America on the ship .called the Silver Coin. With bouzouki and accordion that one day he would give to a son, he shook the thick skin of the old country. The dust of New York settled in his veins, in the sweaty diners run by Greeks with thin mustaches, where the walls are made of formica. He and his mail-order bride, Maria, in apartments built like railroad cars, spent their lives held up against the hum of distance, going through one room to get to another. When Maria died she died of meningitis, cried for the Greek vases she kept, wailing in the house of their ancestors. 24 |