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!

Barry Sugerman

My father was a fruit man. My sister Roberta and I were born in Brooklyn, like our mother and father. Dad’s father immigrated from Russia; mom’s from Austria. My parents vacationed in Miami Beach in 1936 and were smitten by this new world. In New York, my father had worked… Read More

Celine Clark

We hauled my parent’s aluminum canoe off the roof-rack of his 2002 Mitsubishi Montero and onto the grass near the edge of the Biltmore canal. I grabbed the essentials from the trunk and tossed them into the canoe: two wooden paddles, a foldable, plastic seat, a faded, waterproof cushion, and… Read More

Bert Silvestre

It was September 1961, and I was just 6 when my parents and I fled Cuba for Miami. Originally, we planned to move to Colorado, where my father had a job offer. But Miami’s warm, familiar climate — a welcome contrast to what we expected in the Rocky Mountains —… Read More

Chauncy Blackman, Teen Miami Project

Growing up in Miami has been an experience for me. You never realize that where you live can have such a great impact on your life. Living in Miami has taught me some things — through struggles and hardships, to moments of rejoicing and opportunities, it has taught me that… Read More

Bill Sutton

Nothing beat growing up in Coral Gables. My folks met at UM in 1927 and my dad played on the first football team against Havana and Rollins. They lived in one home in their married life, on San Esteban. Across the street was a pine forest where each year we… Read More