04/19/2023
Today I made a pilgrimage to the past and that of my great uncle, Sotirios Tavoularis, a.k.a S. Gregory Taylor, who in 1939, fell in love with an island off Shelter Island, New York which he named after himself.
The island became his play land when he wasn’t running his Manhattan hotels, most notably, The St. Moritz.
In all its misty silence, his presence was felt. His tomb is scattered with tokens of respect and we offered ours: garlic and Calla lilies (the garlic to ward off evil spirits.) The island is now a public park and non-profit organization designed to be preserved and enjoyed by all. Without Gregory, my life would have been very different. Thanks, SGT. # #1939