Miami Stories

Do you have a Miami Story to tell? Miami Stories is a program that allows current and former Miami-Dade County residents to share their unique Miami-related experiences. The project’s mission is to collect, preserve and disseminate personal accounts of these experiences as a way to illuminate the past and enlighten the future.

Submitted stories are archived at HistoryMiami, and may be published online and in the “Neighbors” section of Sunday’s Miami Herald. Select stories may also be published in el Nuevo Herald or broadcast on radio at WLRN-Miami Herald News.

Submit your story today!

Mimi Tormey

In 1894 or 1895, my great-grandparents, Arthur and Alice Sturgis, along with their six children, boarded a train in Muskegon, Mich., and headed for Miami. The train was delayed near Delray Beach because of an outbreak of diphtheria. Once they were allowed to continue on their trip, they boarded a… Read More

Miriam Houghton Gautier

World War II was over, but not for my father, U.S. Navy Commander Charlie Houghton. There was one more job for him. He was placed in charge of decommissioning and restoring the hotels on Miami Beach that the Navy had used. During that time, my father worked with two of… Read More

Molle Grad

A vacation from my very first job in New York brought me to Miami Beach in 1952 where I stayed with a family friend, just blocks from the ocean. “Aunt” Gertrude Reid, aka “Madame Zaza,” was a crystal-ball gazer who worked at the Kenilworth Hotel, where Arthur Godfrey did… Read More

Nathalie Perez

As I stroll through Biscayne Boulevard I glance up to see La Torre de la Libertad, a former political asylum center for Cubans. Although the Freedom Tower no longer carries out its administrative function, it continues to serve as a beacon of welcome for all Cuban refugees, those of the… Read More

Neyda Borges

They call Miami “the Magic City,” which is fitting, because it’s always able to reinvent itself. I was born in Hialeah Hospital in 1981. History is full of eras, but this specific moment was the beginning of change, an almost traceable line of demarcation. My mother fled Cuba in… Read More